Page 7 of Undeniable

Round one was done, then we moved to round two.

My phone starts to dance on the table again.Oh, yeah. I better get that.Leaning on my elbow, I reach for it and peek at the screen to see who the text is from. There’s an iMessage from Darren Martin, a longtime friend, and venture capital partner. Sliding the screen open, I read the entire text. *Aurei, call me when you have ten minutes to talk. No rush, but today is better than tomorrow.*And later is better than sooner.Collapsing into the pillows, I pull one under my head, thenI enjoy the view of the beauty’s chest rise and fall.She’s serene laying here with her dark hair tousled, spilling over the white pillowcase.I trace my finger down her back, then give her ass a little squeeze.She was a good fuck. Had a lot of stamina. Challenged me. I liked being pushed to perform.She rolls away, not interested in anything but sleep, and snuggles with her pillow. I grin and roll onto my back to stretch. My hand touches the top of the headboard, and I feel my camera strap. Rolling over, I drag my body over the sheets to peer down between the headboard and the mattress. It’s wedged between them.How the hell did it end up there? No telling. She lost her frustration in round one, her inhibitions in round two and in round three, we were exploring all kinds of different positions.

Pulling it out, I sit up and bring it to my eye to focus, then turn it on my subject, snap the last couple of photographs of her shoot, capturing the peacefulness of the moment. Knowing it won’t last, I sigh and lower it to hold in my lap. Flipping through the pics, I scan the photos.I got some good action shots and a few perfect "O" faces.I smirk.Wish I could have captured her 'Oh my god, you want me to suck that big cock?’ face. That would have been priceless.I chuckle.She turned out to be an exceptionally fun fuck. I’ll need to make sure to tell Adona.

The need to piss asserts itself so I set the camera on the nightstand next to my phone, then toss the covers over her nakedness, and bend down to pick up the used condoms from the floor. Her phone is lying next to them. I toss it on the nightstand too, then go to the bathroom to relieve my bladder and brush my teeth. When I come back out, I go the bar, grab a water, then pull up a chair to hydrate while I wait for her to wake, dreading the next part.

She was fun and as much as I would love to say the words, "Let’s do it again." I can’t. That would be a lie, and I’m not a liar.I sit in silence just watching her breathe, knowing the sad reality of my truth is that I don’t do repeats. I twist the top off the bottle of water and take a swig.It would be so nice if I could just say, 'You were a great fuck and I really enjoyed myself. Thanks. Ciao.' Shake her hand, give each other a hug and leave with smiles plastered across our faces, but that never happens.I put the top back on and stare at her without seeing her.They always want to see me again. What can I say?I smirk.I’m not just a good fuck. I’m a good fucker. The whole package. I fuck their minds too. Seduction is a true art form. Augustus taught me that.I twist the top off, take several long swallows, then put the top back on.I’ve had to hone my skill, not having the luxury of time.I smirk again.They don’t even realize I've begun their seduction the moment they enter the studio. I learned quick that it isn’t always what you say, but what you do, that makes a woman feel special and works magic on her. Getting inside her head, penetrating her mind, caressing her there, letting her feel you deep inside her subconscious, playing with her, then calling out her wild side. All the while your body language is dominating her from a safe distance, demanding her attention, but not overwhelming her with your power. Slowly giving her a little taste of that power, but not commanding her yet. Umm hmm. I love that. Nothing is more satisfying than watching them melt before you. When you start touching, commanding, tasting them, their wildness purrs, and that's when you start taming them. That’s a powerful drug! The look in their eyes when they have reached their limit, the way their bodies wither under you, needing what only you can give them. A screaming orgasm in both their head and their cunt, from your brain and your cock. Ummm. Ain’t nothing better than that.

I twist the top off the water bottle, and drink half, and put it back on.Fuck! I sound like a cocky, son of a bitch. But the brutal, hardcore truth is .... I am that good. That’s the real reason why they get all bent out of shape when they want to see me again and I tell them I don’t.I stare at the raven-haired beauty in the bed, then drain the water bottle and resist the temptation to squeeze it, knowing the noise would wake her. I twirl the empty bottle around in my fingers instead.

Even though I’m alright with the fucking setup I have, it doesn’t mean I’m not lonely and wouldn't enjoy a steady relationship, but I’ve always known I’m different and finding someone different like me, is so far off the charts of possible, even a Vegas gambler wouldn’t take those odds. I’ve never felt that undeniable spark that drives a man to hookup with one woman in a steady, long term relationship. I thought I did the first summer I discovered fucking. I hooked up with a girl whose name I can’t even remember now. I banged and banged and banged her, then banged her some more. I grin. I thought I was in love, but I wasn’t even in lust. I was just a horny teenage boy with an amped up sex drive, who was in love with fucking. When she returned to college, I returned to middle school and moved on. At first, I tried the whole dating scene and that was a fiasco. The drama was off the charts and with no banging to ease the pain.

I chuckle, remembering a conversation I had with my sister, Ann."What’s wrong with answering, 'Hell yeah!' when she asks me, 'Does my ass look big in these pants?' That was a fucking compliment. Not an insult."Ann started laughing and I got pissed off."What? It was. She has a big ass and it’s great!"

"Aurei, girls want it curved."

"That’s fucking right! I want her ass curved too!"

"No, no."

"Yes, yes!"

"No, Bro. They want the truth curved, not straight line like that."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Girls want you to tell them. 'Your ass is perfect.'"

"I did!"

"No. You told her that her ass was huge!" She rolled off the bed laughing at me.

"It is!" Now I’m laughing too.

"Girls want you to lie to them with the same lies they are telling themselves."

I stopped laughing and thought about that. "Fuck that shit! I ain’t no damn liar."

"Well, you don’t have to lie really, just learn her language."

I gave her a classic 'what the fuck does that mean' look.

She dies laughing again. "Just never tell another woman as long as you live that their ass looks big and you’ll be ok."

"Ok, but if she wants to know how it looks in those pants what do I say?"

"Just tell her, her ass is perfect."

"THAT I can do!"

"We’ll work on your curved delivery later."

I flipped her off and walked out, then tossed over my shoulder. "I ain’t lying!"

I could hear her feet running at me. I braced myself and caught her as she jumped on my back. She dared me. "Last one to the creek is a rotten egg." I threw her off and we raced to the barn, then on our horses to the creek.

I stand to pace the floor, dreading the music that I’m about to face, then her phone on the nightstand rings and she sits up, dazed. It rings again and she looks around. I watch silently as she pats the bed and asks herself in Italian where her phone is.

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