Libertine Dreams

From the corner of my eye, I noticed a law, cruising, slowing, focusing on Sway and I.

Clenching my teeth, I leaned close to Sway’s ear. “The police. Don’t panic… Just be calm.”

“Where?” As she cut a look, a second car pulled behind.

The first officer stopped, exited, and approached. “How are you folks doing tonight?”

I flashed a corny grin, eyeing his long, lanky frame. “We’re good… How about yourself?”

“Thank you. The reason I’m speaking to you is that we had a description of a couple…that matches you two, in a parking garage a few blocks up the way…” His dark, beady eyes scanned us carefully. “Do you know anything about that?”

“A parking garage? No, not at all. We walked here. Didn’t even take a car.”

“You walked?”

“Yes.”

“May I ask where you walked from?”

“Our hotel.”

“And what hotel is that?”

“The W.”

“Oh… And you’re going to the House of Blues?”

“Yes. The concert starts at nine. We came to see the jazz band. We were just admiring this building.”

“I’m sorry to have bothered. It’s obvious you’re not car thieves.”

“Car thieves…?” I looked to Sway. We laughed absurdly at the idea.

“Yeah, two individuals entered, hiding their faces, tried to break into or steal a Chevy Suburban. They’re on camera… Looks like they were trying to open the hood, maybe. Probably to disengage the alarm. Seems they either couldn’t get into the vehicle, or they may have heard a noise or something and took off.”

“Could you see what their faces looked like?”

“Luckily for them, they were in a blind spot.”

“Oh, wow. That’s too bad.”

“It happens.”

“At least they didn’t get to steal anything.”

“Right! That’s true!” He turned, walking to his car. “Have a nice night…and enjoy the jazz band!”

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Sway and I danced, partied, and had gotten piss drunk. The night air had stiffened us just enough to make the trek back to our room.

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JANUARY 31, 2020

THE W – HOTEL ROOM

I opened my eyes, focusing. Sway was standing, smiling. “What time is it?” I looked out through the windows. “Why are you up so early?”

“It’s not early.”

“The sun is coming up.”

“It’s going down.”

“Oh, fuck no… How long have I been asleep?”

“All day.”

“You didn’t wake me.”

“I wanted you to let you get as much rest as you could.”

“Ha, ha, smart ass. What have you been doing all this time?”

“I went out.”

“Out? Out where? Why didn’t you tell me…?”

“I left you a note.”

“A note?”

“So you could know where I was.”

“Where did you go?”

“Well, let’s see. I took some money out of your wallet and had lunch… Then I came back up, you were still asleep, and after I got bored from watching TV, I started looking at your booking receipts and everything.

“Did you know that the spa was part of your package?”

“No. You went to the spa?”

“The best time I’ve ever had. I had a manicure…” Sway held out her fingernails and then pointed to her toes. “A pedicure and a massage. That little Asian lady is fantastic.” I laughed out loud. “You should go and see her. I’m a whole new person.”

Sway hopped into bed next to me. She leaned up on one elbow. She toyed with my ear and stroked my hair. “Baby, it’s probably not the time to ask you this… This is our honeymoon… But I want to know something.”

“Sure, anything…”

“Don’t be all defensive and macho, alright? Tell me the truth.”

“What is it?”

“How much money do we have saved?”

“I like how you say we.”

“We’re in this together, aren’t we?”

“Yes… We are.”

“Well?”

“It’s not looking good.”

“I’m more than sure. All this is expensive. I know what you spent. It’s insane.”

“I wanted it to be special.”

“It is, and I love you for it. I love all of it. I appreciate you and everything you’ve done for me, Andre. You saved my life. I will never forget that… But I can do a lot too. I can help.”

“I’m not sure I like where this is going.”

“Where do you think it’s going?”

“Are you talking about turning tricks again?”

“I would do that for us.”

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Sway placed her palm to my chest, pushing, walking me backwards towards the bedroom.

We stood, watching each other as we undressed.

She reached out, lightly running her fingers across my skin.

I placed my hands around her narrow waist, lifting her off her feet. I turned, gently placing her onto the bed.

I climbed between her legs, parting them, resting them upon my shoulders.

I stared in admiration at her beauty. The oddness, the quirkiness. Sway trembled with anticipation.

I placed my lips to it, exploring, planting little kisses all across her labia, her clitoris, her mound.

She moaned loudly, arching her back. “Oh, baby…”

I ravished her, pressing my face into her, boring and swirling my tongue deep within her hole.

Her legs tightened around me, and her body shook violently. “I… I… Fuck, Andre. I’ve never!”

She tugged at the nape of my neck, pulling me tightly, gyrating her hips. “I’m coming, baby! I love you! I love you so much!”

Her juices flowed over. I drank.

I took Sway into my arms, comforting her. Within moments, she’d drifted off. I was soon behind.

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THE W – COOK HALL – 7:17 p.m.

We’d awoke, showered, and had gone down for dinner.

Sway was in her black dress. She looked classy and gorgeous.

I’d brought a pair of dark gray slacks and a white button-up that I’d steam-ironed with a slight bit of starch.

Sway had the roasted Atlantic salmon, and I’d gone with the 16-oz cowboy rib-eye.

“Andre…” Sway sipped from her wine glass. “I didn’t get the entrée, just the appetizer.”

“That was the entrée, baby. The salad was the appetizer…”

“No, silly. I’m talking about you this morning. You ate me out, teased me, but you didn’t fuck me.”

I laughed. “You fell asleep.”

“So…”

“You wanted me to wake you?”

“You didn’t have to wake me.”

“So just start having sex with you, even if you’re asleep.”

“I want you to take this pussy anytime and any place you want it. Just fuck me good.”

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VICTORY PARK LANE – 8:26 p.m.

I had Sway’s hand as we exited the hotel. It was in the mid-forties with a high wind that cut between the tall buildings.

“Where are we going?”

“To the House of Blues.” I pointed in the direction. “It’s not far, just up the street a couple of blocks. There’s a jazz band playing there tonight.”

“What time do they start?”

“At nine.”

We arrived at the corner of Museum Way. I stood, paused. “What’s the matter…?”

“Nothing…” I tugged. “Come with me.”

“Okay…” Sway caught up to my steps. “Are we going to be late? I thought the House of Blues was the other way.”

“It is…” I stopped, peering into the entrance.

“A parking garage? Alright, Andre.”

“Cover your face.”

“The cameras?”

We pulled our coats over our heads. “Yeah.”

I led Sway to the rear of an SUV parked along a wall on the second level.

She’d already reached under and was removing her panties. “How do you want me?”

I turned her. She placed her hands firmly on the bumper. I took her from behind, easily sliding into her wetness. I began plunging, slamming her insides.

Sway held on tightly. “Oh shit, owe!”

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“Yes, it fucking hurts, but don’t stop. Make it hurt! I want it to hurt!”

My dick stiffened harder at her suggestion. I began to pound with all I had. “This feels so fucking good, baby.”

“That’s it right there. Fuck your pussy, Andre. It’s all yours.”

“That fat pussy…”

“This fat pussy is all yours to fuck any time you want it.”

“I think I’m about to come, Sway. It’s been so long since I nutted.”

“Bust it, baby, bust it in my pussy. Put it all in there. Fill it! I know you’re about to bust a big fucking nut!”

“I can feel it. I don’t think it’s ever been this strong before… Oh fuck!”

“Come on, daddy… Come for me.”

Sway pushed back against me, taking me all in. “Here it is! Here it is! Ah…! Fuck…!”

“It’s so hot, baby. I can feel it.”

My arms fell, dangling at my sides. I was spent.

Sway unmounted. She turned, leaned over, and tongue bathed me clean, sucking the last drops of my semen.

She took me by the hand, dragging me away from the scene as I hobbled, struggling with my zipper.

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We’d made it just in time. As we approached the House of Blues, I stopped. Sway turned to me.

I pointed. “Look up.”

“This is pretty. What is it?”

“It’s the apartment building that I want to move into. This is it.”

“Skyhouse? And it’s right next to the House of Blues. The Cinepolis is around the corner, and the Mavs play right next to the W. This is a whole lifestyle. Everything you love is all in one area.”

“You like it?”

“I absolutely fucking love it.”

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