Part 2

His lips trail down my neck, his hands on the base of my back pulling me into him, so close I can feel how hard he is even through our clothes. His cologne is making me melt. He finds that spot at the base of my neck near my collarbone that gives me chill bumps. His soft kisses turn into deeper sucking. His mouth open, his tongue gently circling in such an erotic way that it makes me gasp out-loud. A low moan escapes my throat. He senses how badly I want him. He slides his hands down further, cupping my ass with both his hands. I thrust my hips into him, confirming his instincts that I do WANT him. He grips my ass harder, lifting me up off my feet. With my back still pressed up against the wall my legs instinctively wrap around him. I’m loosing control and in a place I thought I NEVER would.

I suddenly realized that while we’re in the “Dark Room” there is still an audience. I want him but I’m not too into the fact that I’m in a “sex club”for the first time. I’m not ready to allow myself to give in. I put my hand on his chest and push him slightly away. He stops, pulls back a little, sets me back on my feet.”Not here.” I whisper. He kisses me again on the mouth. “It’s Ok.” He assures, with his mouth pressed into mine. The club is jumping now, it’s packed with people, the music is blaring. He leads me down a narrow hallway into a room filled with people, most are dressed in lingerie. A girl dances seductively around a pole. We turn the corner into another hallway. This one is lined with people and a few scattered doors that lead to private rooms. The doors are all shut. He steps up to each one and knocks loudly. They are all taken, all occupied by other people, couples, those enjoying themselves in a way I NEVER would. When he tries the last door and it to is taken I’m a little relieved simply because I can’t seem to make my nervousness subside; but mostly I’m disappointed. The physical thirst that I have had for him since the moment I saw him isn’t going to be quenched. We’re heading back to the bar, back to my friend, back to where it all started, as if all of this lust didn’t just happen. There’s a discreet door across from the bar, its almost hidden. He seems as if he didn’t even know it was there or at least had forgotten to check it. He twists the knob and then turns back to grin at me as it opens right up and he leads the way in.

The room is tiny, not much bigger than a closet. It has a single lightbulb in the overhead fixture. It’s red, which gives the otherwise basic room such a sexual appeal. There’s a chaise along one wall and a mirror on the wall in front of it. He lays back on the small sofa. My eyes widen as I take in how sexy he is, how sexy the vibe is, how turned on I am by this atmosphere. “Come over here.” He flirts, obviously realizing there is only room for one unless I climb on top. I straddle him without hesitation, forgetting all those NEVERS I had been murmuring all night. He pulls my shirt off, puling me down on top of his bare chest so our hot moist skin is pressing together. His wet mouth finds mine again and all I can think is how I ALWAYS get what I want. This was no different. I pull my face away from his and sit up, wanting to take in the full sight of this breathtaking man who little did I realize would make me eat damn near all of my NEVERS in the months to come.

I kiss his mouth again, harder, more anxious than before. Fuck those NEVERS. I slide my tongue down his neck. I make my way to his chest, licking his nipple, covering his chest with my kisses. I slide my body further down on the sofa to reposition myself over him. He stops me before I can get my mouth back on his chocolate skin. “If you kiss me there, I’m fucking you…” before he even finishes his sentence my tongue is working its way down his stomach. My fingers caressing those mouthwatering abs all the way down….

Little did I realize, that night was the start of Barbee Lyfe. That was my introduction to the Lifestyle. That was the beginning of a friendship with a man that would change my life.

When we finally left the room, literally over an hour later, the club was closed. We were the last patrons in the building. My friend was waiting for me outside. I was hot and sweaty, my hair all over the place. I was so physically exhausted I could barely walk. “So I know I said I would NEVER…” I start, embarrassed as I get into the car with my friend. She looks over at me and grins…smirks, in a way that let’s me know there is no need to explain.