Have you ever felt your body waking, no longer in deep sleep, but your mind is yearning to stay locked in the dream you're in? I've spent the past four months craving Donovan's hands all over my naked body and this dream feels real... If I wake up now I'm gonna need to play with my jewels before I can even begin to start my day. Oh yes... I said what I said! There's as much pleasure doing it for myself than a man doing it for me! I've been single for over a year and in just a few minutes I'd free up any sexual tension I'm feeling and be good to go!!
But I didn't need to work on myself, I realised this was no dream, this was real... A man I adore, he makes me cum right now and his not even inside me yet. I can feel heavy breathing on my neck; his fingers pinch my hard nipples and his hardness pushing against my pussy. I pushed back against his cock and he whisper's in my ear "Damn Michelle, I want you so bad."
I met Donovan close to two months ago. He was queuing up in front of me in Waitrose holding a basket containing healthy groceries you wouldn't catch me consuming. My lunch was a chicken mayo sandwich, prawn cocktail crisps and a bottle of cloudy lemonade; this is as healthy as it gets for me. He looked at me clutching onto my items; handbag over my shoulder, iPhone in hand and applying Carmex to my lips whilst standing in six-inch heels. He smiled at me nonchalantly.
"You don't need a basket for all that?" he asked.
"No, I'm good" I looked away, searching my phone partly for new emails and partly to show disinterest.
"You first..." he said pointing to the available self-check-out till. Alright, he didn't have to tell me twice. I hurried to the till; I had twenty minutes until my next meeting and I was craving caffeine. I paid for my items while sensing his attention on me. I have no time in my life for a man right now and certainly not a man as fine as him! I'm not a woman to be played. These men can't be fucking trusted!
I walked up to the Nero express, the waiter knew me well, "Caramel latte Michelle?" she asked the question, but it didn't need a reply, she was already steaming the milk.
"Card or cash?" I took out my card.
"Cash" huh... the fine (but not for me) guy was holding the cash over my shoulder, handing it to the lady serving me.
I wanted to protest, but that would be causing an unnecessary scene, so I picked up my coffee "Errrm Thanks..." I kept it stepping.
"Hey, Wait! Let me just get 2 minutes of your time," he asked. "You can get one minute. I'm in a rush, so you're going to need to walk and talk!"
He walked beside me. "How do you walk so fast in those heels? Slowdown please." Amused and a little intrigued I stopped. "Listen, I know it's not my place to be approaching, let alone stopping a woman as beautiful as you on her lunch break" his teeth were perfectly aligned, his eyes were shiny and those big shoulders... Damn he was fine!
"But how can I just let such an attractive, sophisticated woman walk by and not at least ask your name? He queried.
"Michelle. And you know, we're in Knightsbridge! Look around you..." I whispered. "Attractive and sophisticated women everywhere..."
"True, very true" he looked around nodding "But I don't want to know they're names, that's the difference Michelle" oh... smooth too! He had my attention "And I know you look at me with all you're your assumptions!" his eyes fixed on mine "But I'm an honest man and I'm just asking for a conversation, on the phone, over dinner, whatever you prefer?"
DONOVAN
I've been dating Michelle for almost four months now and I must admit I hold her in high regard. Everything about her feels right so I'd be a fool to lose this, then what... go back to the strained passionless liaisons I used to deal with?
I've never met a woman who can hold it down like she can, professional career, two kids, nice home and she still makes time for me. That's a one of a kind woman, a man like me needs and can appreciate.
It wasn't long after opening my new Gym that I set eyes on Michelle. I was bored of playing the field with women who had no vision in life or stuck up bitches who think they're pretty looks alone can make me financial support there Gucci obsessions. Nah, a man like me needs unity, real love and intelligence, all the things Michelle possesses.
After 4 months of dating the excitement of spending our first weekend together is real! I'm on route to Islington to collect everything I need to ensure my culinary skills are on point. I'm on a mission to guarantee she has a good time and praying I'll finally see her climax. I've kept it nothing but respectful up until now, but I can't hold out any longer and I want to satisfy her needs as much as I do my own.
Driving back to East, my phone starts ringing. I look at the screen and see it's Candice calling for the third time this morning, I'm ready to switch up on this bitch! How can I make it any clearer I'm not interested!! I answer with the same attitude I've used for the past 6 months "Yo, what do you want Candice, I'm busy!"
"Hi Donovan, listen, I'm moving back in with my parents, there's a bag of clothing and an old mobile and charger you left here months ago. Do you want me to throw them away or can you come and collect them?"
