here, give me a hug.”
I lean in and give my girlfriend
a loose embrace, giggling the whole time. Our night at the bar has ended and
I’ve had so much to drink, it’s a good thing I decided early on to cab it to
the club and home.
“Ok girlfriend. See you Monday!”
As the words tumble out of my mouth, I trip on the curb and do my best as an
eloquent drunk to catch myself.
“Whoa, baby,” my girlfriend
shouts out in concern. “Why don’t you take those heels off while you wait for
“No thanks, sweetie. Once these
pumps come off, they are NOT going back on, you hear me?” I could not stop
giggling. It took only eight tequila shots to get me this graceful, and I revel
in the midnight air outside the bar by attempting the most graceful pirouette
before some car screeches to a halt and blasts its horn at me.
“Fucker!” I yell out at the four-thousand-pound
van with it’s motor running. My girlfriend steps toward me and leans in to my
“THAT’S your cab ride home,
FUCKER! You sure you’re okay to go home alone?”
“I’m fine,” I reply, a sweet grin
on my face as I lean toward her and tap her nose with my finger. I wrench the
sliding door open and stumble in, then wave goodbye to my sweetheart.
The van pulls away and as it
winds through the downtown core towards my apartment, I look out the window and
let out a long breath while laying back in the seat.
Miranda has been my best friend
for years. I’ve known her since we were in grade nine. I trust her with
everything. She even has a key to my apartment. Thank God she’s patient with my
emotional ass. Lately I’ve been venting to her non-stop about the older man who
just moved in down the hall from me. Icarus.
I peer out the window,
contemplating what the hell his parents were thinking when they named the hot
beast who currently resides at the other end of my floor…
Icarus. It doesn’t even rhyme with anything good. Shmikarus?
But that body. That lean, six-foot plus, ab-riddled tanned-as-fuck body….
I’d let it do things to me. Very naughty things…
my apartment is not far from the bar, and just a few minutes more of my
dreamy-eyed gaze out the window leads the van to stop in front of my home.
you go,” the driver says. I come to my senses and shift my butt forward so I
can settle my tab and shuffle out of the vehicle, being met with a cold snap of
chilly night air across my face. I shut the door and raise a hand as I step
slowly toward the lobby, not realizing the van has already pulled away.
few tries with my key, I finally get the key in and wrench the tumbler over,
opening the door. A few more steps in, and I’ve had enough of my night-long
balancing act. I sit on the old pleather couch in the lobby and attempt to
remove the ankle strap from my heels.
How the hell did I even get
I ponder, looking at the small gold-plated buckle wrapped tightly
around my ankle.
out a slow exhale and lean forward, determined to make it just a little longer being
four inches above the ground. I hit the elevator button and wait.
to my right, I regard the wallpaper in the lobby. I’ve never noticed my
building’s tribute to 1972. God, that is SO bronze. Why didn’t I notice it
the elevator doors open, and as I take baby steps inside, a tall dark form
captures my eyes when I turn around to face the door. I push the button to my
floor, and as the doors slide closed, I find myself wanting to die…
How are you?” Icarus looks at me with a warm smile. I fight to think of a
response. Something witty. Something sexy
I look up at his beautiful blue eyes.
“I’m good. You?” What in the
actual fuck!? That’s all I can muster?
I look down at my feet, and focus on
drawing my heels close together so I can detract from the most pathetic
response I could have ever generated. Here I am stuck with the hottest stud in
the building and I can’t even hold a decent conversation with him.
alright, I guess. Hey, how’s the TV working out?”
my head back slightly, trying to remember what the hell he is talking about.
Then, I remember. He had helped set up my new television system last week,
because I’m so bad at electronics, it’s a miracle I can operate an automatic
it’s good, Icarus. Thank you.” My eyes trail back to the floor, then sweep to
the side while I take a long quiet breath, hoping for the arrival of my
the elevator creep up its rails to our floor and I’m at a loss for words. I
figure it’s best to stay silent while inebriated, so I don’t put my foot in my
mouth. But the box of clothing and toiletries in his hands catches my eyes, and
I can’t help but push a question out of my mind to cut the tension.
aren’t moving out already, are you?”
looks down at the box. “Oh, this?
He pauses for a moment, unsure of how much he should say. “I… just broke up
with my girlfriend.” He shrugged his massive shoulders, and I catch a quick
flex of his biceps from under his sleeves as he holds the cardboard box in
front of his ripped chest.
I’m sorry to hear that.” I’m so not sorry
to hear that.
elevator doors open at our floor and he gestures me to exit first. I wave him
good night, lingering my gaze at his beautiful blue eyes just a little longer
than I should, then catch myself, and step out into the hall.
good night, Marianne,” he vocalizes, turning toward his end of the hall.
too honey!” I respond, advancing impatiently toward my apartment, rummaging
through my purse for keys. By this point, it’s a miracle I’ve managed to walk
to my door, but I’m more captivated by the fact that I can’t locate my keys.
the fuck?!” I mutter angrily under my breath.
to me, six pack hears it, and walks over to my end of the hall.
AND frustrated, I flick my hand out of my purse, and yell out. “I just can’t
find my fucking keys!” As soon as the words leave me, I realize my verbiage and
cover my mouth while looking up at him. “I am sooo sorry.”
simply smiles, and looks down at my purse. His hand reaches over to the one
holding my purse and tugs at my keychain. “You mean these
keys, right here, in your other
down at my hand, a large ring full of keys dangling between it and my purse,
and if I could have turned beet red, I’m sure it would have shown right then
uh…yes…uh, thank-you.” I fumble and wave my hand about in front of him,
embarrassed as all hell, but determined to let him know that I got this!
issues a gentle nod and places a hand on my arm, content that I’ve found my
he walks away, I take a long minute to exhale and compose myself. Why the fuck is Icarus seeing me at my most
un-lady like? Of all nights? Dammit!
trying a few wrong keys, I finally wrench the right one in the hole, and unlock
the door to my apartment. I open the door, but before stepping in, I feel a
blanket of tingles course down my back.
been a wonderful night. And I’ve always believed in fate. I turn and look down
the hall…seeing Icarus heading into his apartment with box in hand.
Icarus. You feel like a coffee? I just bought a new Espresso machine.”
Sure, Marianne.” I look my acquaintance over, and know in my heart that he doesn’t
want to be alone tonight. He needs someone to talk to. I could be that someone.
my door open for him, and watch as he locks his door and walks past me into my
be his ear. I just have to sober up first…
later, I have Icarus sitting across from me in my recliner as I take to my
couch. We each have a coffee in our hands and I have my favourite throw pillow
in front of me while we chat.
she was that
boring. I mean
seriously, why should anyone be in a relationship where you don’t grow
together? Life’s not all about movies and dinners every weekend. God!
reasons for leaving his girlfriend fill the air between us, I’m lucky to hear
any of it, as my eyes are more focussed on his soft, kissable lips. God how I want to just lean forward and…
“Do you feel the same way, Marianne?”
he asks, hoping for my approval.
to the straps on my shoes, which I realize I still haven’t figured out. Though
I was now sobering up, I simply don’t care to move.
let me.” Icarus sets down his coffee and crouches down inches from my feet. I
watch, trying hard not to think about wanting to grab hold of his thick hair
with my hands to guide it toward places…
reaches for the tiny gold buckle on the side of my ankle with his large hands,
and works it free with his fingers. The strap falls loose and he grasps the
heel and pulled it free from my foot. I close my eyes and let out a breath,
thankful for the freedom. I then open my eyes and watch, this time smiling
thoughtfully as he places his hands on my other ankle and carefully undoes the
other strap, freeing my foot from my other shoe.
wiggle my toes and nod once. “Much.”
as he slides back into my recliner and picks up his coffee. He brings it to his
mouth and takes a sip of the hot beverage.
the same, easing into my couch and tasting some more coffee. The sight of him
in my room was elating beyond belief. I was happy to be sobering up, so that I
wouldn’t do anything I’d regret.
that’s when I put my coffee down and look at him in silence.
are a very beautiful man.”
raises his chin in curiosity, as he processes my statement, then drops his head
and shakes it with a smile. “Whatever.”
my reservations hard as I place my coffee on the glass table between us, then meet
his eyes with mine.
wanted to tell you something….but never could.”
What is it? Is the tv not working properly? I don’t mind having a look at it.”
my head nervously. “No. It’s not that. I….”
stares lock hard for what seems like an eternity in thick silence.
I wanted to tell you, that…you’re a nice guy.”
stare didn’t waver, and after a long, awkward silence, he responded, a smooth
confidence about him suddenly capturing my pupils.
think you’re a special lady too.” His eyes shift a little as he gets up, not
sure where to aim his words. “I mean, you are such a kind soul. You helped me
settle in when I moved into this building. You always hold the elevator door
for me when we see each other. You’ve taught me how not
to load the washing machine downstairs. And well, that smile...I…”
had anyone tell me that my smile was beautiful. In fact, I’ve always been
self-conscious of my smile, never thinking that it, or I was particularly beautiful.
All my life, I was made fun off. This face of mine, somehow never complete with
the best of my intentions. But then this beautiful, handsome gentle hunk comes
along, and makes me feel more beautiful than I have ever
when I get up from the couch and
walk over to him…to show my appreciation.
standing inches in front of the handsome hottie in my recliner, I pause to
confirm his statement.
think I have a nice smile?”
looks up at me and without hesitation, melts me.
think that smile it the most beautiful of any that I’ve seen, Marianne.”
I can’t help but feel drawn to
his lips, so I lean in and throw caution to the wind. I cup his face in my
hands and place a single, soft kiss on his face, then as quickly as I’ve placed
it, I pull back…nervously awaiting his response. Have I gone too far?
He tilts the recliner upright and
slowly rises from it. Now I am standing face to jaw with a man I’ve suddenly
kissed on a whim, and now I feel naked. Foolish.
But his next actions secure me.
“Didn’t you say your feet were
tired?” He leads me to my couch and lays me down on my back, then takes a seat
and gestures my legs to reside upon his lap.
“Uh, no. No I didn’t. But….”
I oblige and before I can give
reason to any other faint thought, the warmth of two big warm hands come to
cradle my feet, rubbing them up and down, easing the pain of four-inch
stilettos from my arches and toes. I close my eyes and let out a long breath,
unable to speak.
Mmmm. Fuck, his hands feel so good on me.
I feel the warmth of his digits
pass along my feet and ankles, rubbing away the red mark of the straps, once
tight around me, and I fall helplessly to his awesome touch on my skin. I bite
my lower lip, never having felt this spoiled in a long, long time. I let out a
soft, barely audible purr, but Icarus notices, and his hands stop.
I don’t know what it is with me tonight,
but I feel like the world has come to a standstill…just for me. My elations felt
beyond my own existence, so I acted oh them…or rather, let them act out,
I kick my feet to the floor and
stand up. I then turn to Icarus and stare deep into his eyes, gauging his
intentions. Judging by the deep blue hues and unwavering sense of security in
his gaze, I know that it feels right…secure…
I lift up my red dress and wiggle
it off me, then toss it aside. His eyes open wide, overdosing on every curve of
my body. He wriggles about, adjusting himself as he enjoys the sight in front
I step forward and climb onto his
rock-hard body, straddling his now hard, tight crotch. His jeans can’t hide his
intent toward me. We are connecting in a way that I’ve wanted for the longest
of times. Now I have him. In front of me. Under me. And things are gonna get
real. Right now.
I lean in and rest my glossy lips
against his neck, just under his jawline. I growl as my lips dot him, leaving
trails of affection along the border of where his smooth skin meets the dark
stubble of his neatly trimmed beard.
My lips pass along his neck, and
as I approach his Adams’ apple, I feel the blood course through his jugular,
fierce and excited, aroused by my slow and tender movements. I can smell the
Drakkar off his skin, and it lures my inhibitions further and further down a mystical
path of euphoria.
Suddenly, I feel him lean forward
and pick me up, both his hands digging into my ass.
“Left,” I respond. “Left, down
I feel myself carried in his big
beautiful arms toward my bedroom, and moments later, I fall onto the soft
Egyptian sheets. My eyes are shut as I reach out and grasp the blanket in my
hands, unsure of what will happen next…
In the moonlight through my
window, I see him remove his shirt and toss it aside, his biceps two beautiful
curvaceous forms in the darkness, waiting to clench me tight… He climbs onto
the bed and his body pulls in close. I turn to the side and expose my neck,
eager to be taken hard and lewdly.
His lips dive across my neck and
he ravishes me, reddening my cheeks with his stubbly jawline. As he kisses me,
I reach along and drag my fingertips up his sides, feeling every tight, defined
muscle as I search for the outline of his traps. With hands now on his back, I
dig my nails in, pulling him tighter to me, wanting to be taken amidst the
darkest of curiosities.
My mouth hangs open as my core
heats, wanting to be filled by his presence…every wonderful hard inch of it.
Finally, I run my hands onto his backside and as I pull his tight ass into my
body, as I generate visions of how good he looks in a pair of blue jeans. My
signal worked, and he kneels up, fully prepared to handle me to the next level…
…and I will totally let him…
Luring me onto all fours, he
stands at the end of my bed and slowly undoes his black leather belt. I face
him and watch eagerly, swaying my ass about, teasing the fuck out of him, as I
know he is all man. I’ve caught him staring at my voluptuous rear last week in
the laundry room, and I’ve always wanted to feel his hands on it. Now I will
make him pay, for making me wait so long.
His hands drift slow, down my
back, and come to rest at my lacey underwear. I feel a slight hesitation. Not
now, Icarus. Fuck, not now… I take matters into my own hands and keep the
momentum going. I lean forward, and trail my tongue down his tight abs until I
am literally biting the stitching of his jeans, tugging firmly to find the
treasure beneath the surface.
Icarus finds my approval, and the
animal subdues the gentleman in him. Finally, his hands slither under my lacey
red underwear and squeeze the fuck out of my shapely ass. He feeds on my every
curve as I hear faint growls drift past his lips just inches above me…
Suddenly, Icarus drops to his
knees, drawing his steely member far from my mouth’s reach. But soon it’s
enticement is replaced with the most sensual long, deep kisses from his perfect
lips upon mine. His tongue dives down my mouth, its depth teasing me in the
most delightful ways.
Then, Icarus appears as thought
he can’t take it anymore. He wants to fuse himself to me in the most intimate
He stares at me hard and silent,
as a single direction leaves his mouth.
I obey, and swivel slowly on my
bed, biting my lip, knowing I am teasing the fuck out of the hot hunk behind
me. I slowly one knee at a time, stretching my legs outside his, making it
easier for him to get close…
Soon, I feel Icarus’ warm hands
slither about my legs and ass, in smooth, slow swirling motions.
“I love those hands, baby.”
“Do you?” he questions…
eventually lifting them away.
Suddenly, I feel the harsh hot
sting of his palm making contact with my cheek. I flinch for a moment, then
take in the burn of his tease on my skin…and love it. With guilty pleasure, I
decide to sway my butt about…begging for more without saying a word.
It isn’t long before I feel the
drift of his huge hand across my behind and then….
God, he must be reading my mind. I love being spanked like that. So
By now, my core is more than wet
enough to welcome any gift he has to offer...
…and moments later, I feel my
panties rip apart in his grip, and something quite hard presses firmly at my entrance.
I close my eyes again and bite my lip.
The feelings of anxiety doused
with arousal bring me to new levels of elation as I feel his girthy member
slowly push its way into me…inch by marvelous inch.
A squeal passes my lips as I
widen my stance, taking each sweet instant to get used to his size in me. Fuck he feels good. So good. Fuck!
In the few long moments he takes
to enter my moist pussy, I find he doesn’t stop his advance until his head
finds my bottom, and his full length comes to rest deep inside my limits. I let
out an unexpected moan. Fuck he’s big…
His hands come to rest on my
hips, and a slow murmur resonates through his gut as his body begins to work my
frame, over and over. The feelings of him inside me are so intense, I drop my
face onto my pillow, just so I can bury my mouth in it in case I scream.
My hands reach out and forward,
clenching onto my wrinkled sheets, causing my back to curve instinctively…seductively…now
driving him wild with the sight of my total submission to his mastery…
Harder and harder he pushes into me, his
member making my wet core ache for the thrusting of a lifetime. I picture his
beautiful eyes above me, looking down on my body, taking in every inch of me. I
know he loves what he sees, as his hot sensuous hands cannot stay off my body.
His fingers devour every inch of
my skin as they trace across me. His touch is a drug, of immeasurable
captivation, and my body, prisoner to its hold, gives every last nerve of itself
to his influence.
I can no longer hold onto my
feelings, and turn my head to the side, preparing for a vicious and delightful
“Fuck me, Icarus. Own me good and
hard!” I mutter feverishly through gritted teeth.
Icarus feels my intensity, and as
our desires align, he leans forward and pulls me up off the bed into a kneeling
position, pulling my body close up tight against his chest. He wraps his arms
around my body and drills himself into me with a rapid succession of thrusts,
stunning my g-spot.
Fighting hard to hold on, I
finally buckle, and, falling limp in his arms, I clench rapidly, coming hard on
the sheets. He follows me, and orgasms hard inside, pinning himself inside my tight,
Feeling full and alive, I
continue to twitch on my bed, riding every wave of orgasm as it rips through my
belly. All Icarus can do is watch me as I become the most beautiful, incredible
example of pleasure he has ever laid eyes upon. A smile draws across his face
as he makes his way close to me and riddles me with soft sweet kisses as I work
off the last of my glorious quakes.
“Goddam, Marianne. I have no words…”
I look up at him and smile, as I
feel the same. I cup his cheek in my hand and kiss his beautiful lips, not
wanting the moment to ever fleet.
But I look to his eyes, and
search for the words that conclude my contentment.
“For what?” he asks, wrapping my
body with in his arms as he settles beside me for the night.
“For seeing the beauty in me.”
“I’m sure it’s always been there,
…It’s always been there. And
forever will be…”