As we enter the club, we are immediately immersed in a sea of white opulence. Beads of rhinestones hanging from the ceiling, glittering in the light like a shower of diamonds. White Grecian columns surround the club ordained with white organza, ostrich plumes and roses; it’s like stepping into gay heaven. The stage has been erected with a monster platform that looks like a diamond has unfurled its shards like the petals of a flower. It’s exquisitely ethereal. The Glitter Hole hosts a lot of themed nights, and they’re great for business. The Diamond Party happens once a year and is themed white diamond. The dress code is simple: white and bling. Looking around, everyone is either in white or some skimpy diamond number. I’ve gone for a mix of both. A simple chic one-button white blazer, with no undershirt. Nothing but a stunning diamanté underwire with a diamond chain dripping down to a diamond heart, emphasizing my impressive cleavage. My hair hangs down my back in thick two-strand pl
As I keep my lips on my glass as an excuse to not have to speak, a familiar wave of energy comes over the room, filling the air with static and making me feel like I can breathe for the first time in days. My eyes shoot up and begin scanning the room frantically, as I feel a strong presence lean down behind me. “Looking for me?” his gruff voice whispers seductively in my ear. “JARTRE!” I scream, my face splitting into a Cheshire cat grin as I abandon my drink on the table and turn to see the face of the man I’ve missed to an unhealthy degree for days. He smiles down at me, his silver eyes twinkling, and in a second I’m up on my feet, climbing onto the booth and launching myself at him. He catches me with ease as I wrap my arms and legs around him, clinging to him like a monkey in a tree. My lips find his, kissing him with a need and urgency that is overriding my entire system. My lips burn comfortingly against his as I feel him hold me up by my ass while his other hand glides into
I take in a deep breath, placing my glass down, trying not to get aggravated. I get up and grab his hand. Jartre gets up and follows me as I lead him into the back office and lock the door behind us, the pounding music of the club now dulled down to a dull throb. “Do you hear how controlling you sound?” “I never said you were my property, but you are mine. Our souls are bound, Gabriella. You are as much mine as I am yours,” he says, stalking towards me until I’m pressed against the desk. I gulp and look up at him, “That doesn’t mean you get to dictate what I wear.” He quirks his eyebrow, “Then how about I remove my shirt and spend the entire evening out there shirtless?” he says, leaning forward and placing his hands on the desk, caging me between his arms. An image of drunk, horny patrons ogling him and trying to touch him all night flashes in my mind and makes my stomach churn, ready for that Tezus to do some more damage to my inside. That inexplicable anger returns just like i
“Your friends will be wondering where we are.” I snort, “They will know exactly where we are, they’re not stupid. And if not, the mess we’ve made of ourselves will give it away.” “Easily fixed.” He lightly smacks my ass, “Up you get.” I pout and slowly get up, feeling his cock slip out of me. There’s a bit of soreness, but nothing I can’t handle. The feeling of emptiness, however, still not a fan of. Jartre snaps his fingers and in an instant, we’re both dry and clean like nothing ever happened. I stare at him in amazement as I slip my thong back into place, do up my pants and button up my blazer. “You know with such a fast cleanup service, sex in public might become more frequent,” I tease. Jartre rises to his feet, tucking his dick away and doing up his pants, “And if you keep wearing pants like that, your ass will never be safe from me.” He grabs my hand and pulls me close. I smile up at him, “Promises, promises.” With our arms firmly wrapped around each other, we make our w
As I sit on Gabriella’s couch, staring at the TV screen and blinking my eyes to change the channels in rapid succession, I find myself zoning out and reflecting on what a first tonight was for me. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun. Now that I think about it, I’ve never had this much fun, not once in my whole existence. The fact she drives my libido into a frenzy aside, I feel light when I’m with Gabriella. I’ve always tried to convince myself that because I’m a God, I’m above the rudimentary emotions that seem to plague humankind, but I’m realising I have more in common with them than I ever thought possible. When I’m with Gabriella, it’s like a whole new world full of infinite possibilities and experiences opens up to me, and that’s saying a lot. The pain and the fear melt away and all that’s left is ebullience. I still can’t believe I spent the night in the company of humans and ACTUALLY enjoyed every second of it. Despite all the fun I was having with Gabriella and
She finally gets my pants undone and opens them wide, pulling until my cock springs free, twitching in front of her face as pre-cum drips from the tip. She licks her lips hungrily and reaches out, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock firmly. I let out a hiss of pleasure, throwing my head back and thrusting into her hand yearning for more of her touch. “I’ve never felt a cock as hard as yours,” she says with sensual admiration. I look down at her, taken by the hunger in her eyes, ready to make my retort when all words escape me the second she wraps her plump lips around the head of my cock. “Fuck!” I breathe out in ecstasy. "Gabriella..." My resistance disappears as I free my hands from behind my head and fists her hair in my hand, my mind going numb as her warm tongue teases my piss-hole like she’s diving for gold. She frees the head of my cock and slowly licks her tongue up my cock from base to tip, and as her eyes become fixed on me, I watch in captivation as she takes m
I smile into the mirror, tenderly touching the hickeys that line my neck. I remember when I was a teenager, getting a hickey felt like an exciting milestone, and I feel that same excitement again, only times that by a thousand. It’s more exciting because it came from Jartre - my soulmate. An all-powerful God who has become this ubiquitous force in my life yet worships the very air I breathe. No one has ever made me feel this way. Never made me feel such excitement, such desire, and such pleasure. I keep expecting to wake up and find it was all a dream, but so far the dream continues. Speaking of dreams, we barely slept. I’m noticing we don’t do much sleeping when we get together, yet I never feel tired. I mean, sure, there are times when the man’s ability to give me multiple orgasms renders me unconscious, but there’s this constant need for him that keeps me going most of the time. Standing here my knees still feel like jelly and every muscle aches in ways they’ve never ached before.
Standing tall and radiant before us is a three-story beach house nestled against a breathtaking tropical oasis. A few winding steps lead up to an incredible open-layout first floor, illuminated as the sun shines in from every window. From down on the sand I can see a lounge deck at the front and inside I can make out the living area and kitchen. The second and third floors have large wrap-around balconies covered in gorgeous flowers and vines that make it look like the beach house is one with the plant life. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. “Where did you find this?” I whisper in awe, barely able to believe something so beautiful could be real. “I didn’t. I created it,” he says proudly. I look up at him in shock. “You what?!” I shriek. “What do you mean you created it?” “I wanted a place that was just for us. Untouched by any other. So, when I left you this morning I found the perfect spot in the Indian Ocean and created our own little paradise,” he says with