The holidays were great. It was nice to be able to take a little break from the busy life of a professor and a physical therapist, especially considering that as a professor I'm not very satisfied since I didn't get exactly the position I wanted in the Department of Physical Therapy at the University of Miami, so it was a first semester very different from what I imagined. But I can say that I'm letting myself go for now, because for me, just teaching makes me happy. Although that doesn't mean that I won't fight to get the spot I want so much on the University's team of very high-level masters.
I really enjoyed the beautiful beaches of the Bahamas, as well as the women from all over the world. Several singles looking for sex and that's for sure I can give. It was very pleasant waking up every day with a different woman in my bed, sometimes even more than one. The way I see it, a self-respecting man should be kissing a hottie in a bar and fucking another in his room right away, and that's exactly what I did for over a month. But unfortunately life called me back and I had to leave behind one of the best vacations I've had in years.
But it's not all thorns with the trip over, as my second starts with a wonderful quivering sensation in my cock. It's a wonderful thing. A sweet and warm sensation that awakens me magnificently. For a moment I think I am dreaming until the sensation becomes so carnal and extremely pleasurable that it is impossible to compare it to a dream. Oh yesss... Someone is sucking me! I look down and see that a mane of blond hair covers the face of the woman who does me this great kindness. But what does her face matter? She is amazing. A true sex worker. Oral sex in particular.
I remove my arms from behind my neck and place my hands in her hair, pressing her head down lightly. I feel my cock on the inside of her throat and it's more than good. When I gush down her throat, I waste no time and return the favor. Several pleasurable minutes pass before I get off her and slip into the bathroom alone.
As the water from the shower washes over me, I think what it was like to meet this woman on the flight back to the States, a piece of my wonderful vacation came with me on the plane. I smile as I remember the flight attendant glaring at us as we left the bathroom, panting and looking like we'd just had sex. Having sex on a plane was one of the few things he hadn't done when it came to sex. It's great and I will no doubt repeat it over and over again. I've tried everything from papa and mama to sado, although this type of sex doesn't appeal to me much. I don't like pain, causing or feeling, I don't like mixing pain and sex. I don't find the result of the equation pleasing to my eyes, but I fully respect those who enjoy it.
When I leave, I call the front desk and order food for both of us. On the table, my cell phone vibrates with the reminder of an important meeting. I think my body is still used to the holidays and I completely forgot that today is Monday. Work day. Damn it! I'd like to spend the rest of the morning having sex with this blonde, but I can't. Yeah, I'm not on vacation anymore. I have to adjust my rhythm to having sex, sleeping, waking up and going to work instead of having sex, sleeping, having sex again...
A few minutes pass and room service arrives with the food I ordered. I tip the boy and send him back. I call the front desk again, this time to order a taxi for her. I can't take her home and I don't want to leave it to her. She comes out of the shower, naked, with only a towel around her body and another over her hair. I run my eyes over her body. Wow! It's a powerful vision, from a woman who says she still wants so much more than she ever had here. I'd like to, girl, but I can't, I have things to do.
I ask her to eat, but when I notice her intention to return to our game, – even though I want to – I am forced to stop her. Her gaze drops. She must be feeling rejected, but on second thought, this is good, this protects me. Even though I want to fuck this girl until lunchtime, it better be that way because that way she doesn't get her hopes up. I put on my clothes quickly while she eats and I catch a glimpse of her writing something on a piece of paper. She hands it to me and with a quick glance, I see it's a cell number.
I look curiously at the insignificant piece of paper and smile handing it back to her. I explain that I don't need these things because I've never been with anyone that's been more than a simple one-night stand and although she looks at me with a sad expression - the sad expression in a woman's eyes reminds me of specific things I no longer want in her. my life – I ignore everything. I've got a life to play and I don't need trouble, thank you.
That said, I leave the money for the taxi on the bedside table and open the door to leave.
“It was a great pleasure, girl. I say winking at her and closing the door behind me.
After closing the account at the hotel, I go to the University and I'm quite lucky to find a spot at this time. It's almost eight when I walk into the staff room and feel my classmates' eyes on me because I'm late. Well, fuck it. Everyone is late once in their lives.
"Did you sleep too much, Nicholas?" Alex asks with a smirk on his face. Bastard. If only he knew I barely slept because he had a tremendously hot blonde riding all over me all night.
- No. — I limit myself to answering.
For almost two hours, I listen to the Academic Board coordinators talking about the students, the exam system that has been improved, grades, parents of students, the new academic semester... It sucks! Seriously, I love being a teacher, I knew that was what I wanted to do as soon as I got out of college, but sometimes I can't believe I spend half my day talking and hearing the same things over and over again. When the meeting is over, I go to the classroom. I wasn't supposed to have this class today, it was just supposed to be the welcome and counseling meeting, but it looks like the schedule that was sent to me a week before going back to class has been changed. I hate last minute changes.
— After introducing myself to the new students, I propose a dynamic to get to know them and for them to get to know me. I observe how many guys sympathize with me when I propose a nightcap and how girls – all of them – are affected by my face, my body, my style of dress and my deep, seductive voice. I know all my attributes and I see how they look at me. I'm not fool.
When you're reasonably good-looking, there may be gaps for insecurity, but when you look like me, you know you're everyone's type. Well, that's me. Six feet of beauty, evenly distributed over my defined muscles. I inherited medium brown hair and eyes the same color from my mother. As I've heard from several different people: an eye candy. From my father I inherited the tremendous cockiness, charm and arrogance. Things that, by the way, I consider my best qualities.
Everything on the first day back to work goes very smoothly, even when a very brazen student comes to me asking for “help” with something she doesn't understand. I agree to give special guidance, but I'm careful to keep everything professional, as the last thing I want is to be in trouble because of harassment. I go back to the staff room and put my materials on my desk, but just as I'm about to leave, I see Jenni heading my way. I roll my eyes without her seeing because I already know where this is going. Last time, we ended up in the cleaning supplies room in one of the hallways here.
We greet each other, talk a bit about our vacation and as I imagined, his posture indicates wanting something more. But when I make an excuse, she is visibly disappointed. Which is? I've fucked this woman twice and I've never fucked the same person more than that. Even though she's so hot, I won't get past that point. I do not want. I can not. In the end, I give her a dismissal a little ruder than necessary, and she walks away upset. That's the problem with casual sex. The women stay on their feet for a while. Having sex once or at most twice with a woman is the best thing a man can do to avoid bonding. No matter how modern a woman claims to be, in the end, she will always expect something more from you. And I'm not the kind of man who has anything to offer anyone.
I arrive at my clinic around two in the afternoon and try to do something because I don't have patients. The two I was waiting for after I got back from vacation canceled at the last minute and I'm left with nothing to do for the rest of the afternoon after I've learned about financial and functional matters in my absence.
The hours go by and this is boring. I like to be in action, whether in the classroom teaching my beautiful profession, or in my clinic when I'm working miracles on someone's body, or in bed when I'm satisfying my most carnal desires. I need to do something. Damn it! I shouldn't have dumped Jennifer, I want to have sex and she would be very useful to me after she got out of here.
No Nicholas, you can't date her anymore. Twice remember? You can't do that with a woman.
My subconscious does well to remind me of that. But I'm horny and I want a woman underneath me all night. And for that I know exactly where I should go now that I don't have a “date” with anyone.
After leaving the clinic, I go home, take a quick shower, put on more casual clothes and go to the place that will guarantee me happiness, or at least satisfaction.
It's a three-story building that doesn't look very nice on the outside, but I know it's a different story inside. To enter, you need a password and a magnetic card that must be swiped at the roulette of the door with a security that looks more like a locker. Rachel's House. My oldest friend here in Miami.
I enter and soon I am greeted by many inside. The sound that resonates is sexy. There are L-shaped sofas everywhere, always with a glass coffee table where there is no shortage of drinks. The light is dim and flickers in shades of lilac and violet slowly. The place smells like a woman, tastes like a woman and sounds like a woman everywhere. All of them in few clothes, if they can be called clothes: corset, stockings, panties and garter belt. Yes, it is a spectacle for the eyes. They walk back and forth displaying their bodies on top of flip-flop sandals and offering drinks to customers.
In the middle of the hall there is a stage with various things used to make a man mad. At that moment, two women striptease and touch each other provocatively while a lot of men drool around disputing with money and praise who will be the lucky one to fuck one of them or even both at the same time.