Feminine VOLUPTUOUS [Erotic Romance]

CHAPTER ONE:

Another beautiful day on a plane. I prefer private, but sometimes, I just need social interaction. So I fly first class and join the mile high club.

Flight attendants are sexy!

“Phil, do you have a minute?”

I'm used to being interrupted, I'm always cordial, especially in my line of business. A Manager in the Entertainment field. Mike's my main man, probably a sucker for being my best friend, but I do have other clients in other music entertainment quarters.

I'm used to producers and executives on my ass. But the real challenge is the public. Many starving artists who try to make it big. So, a mixed CD or social link to their music is always thrown at me. I'm watching videos on the shitter or cock blocked for a live performance. Don't get it wrong, I live for the performer. The power of a live vocal. The emotion of the melody.

When you have my kind of connections, you make it BIG!

I thank Mike every day! I was new to the industry, a youngster, and it was a learning curve. We worked long hours and traveled all over the world. Building the success to make Mike a star. While my career got huge, my social life got louder, and my private relationships suffered. Now I'm just a bitter fool who's been twice divorced with no family. Like Mike, we were alone together.

Well, not anymore!

Mike, the Music Star, is married. To one gorgeous woman. I've never taken Mike to settle down. Even with a black haired, Latin, curvaceous beauty! I mean a fucking cool ass thick chick! I give Yesenia credit, she's got Mike by the dick, in combat boots!

His eyes follow her everywhere! Between her sculptures, I see why! That shits hot! I've seen more than I should, but damn, I'm starting to think outside the box too. No wonder why most of the pieces are on his knees? I bought their first erotic art sculpture, Mike the kinky asshole, as an early wedding present.

So, now I'm on my way back home through first class, to support Yesenia’s new sculpture pieces. She has this big Art Exhibition in town, so I got to play the bestie! Mike's decided to step down to focus on his marriage and I'm here for it. It also gives me a chance to step up with other career advancements.

After my plane ride, I'm bumped into by some old broad at the Baggage Claims. Her large cat bag swings hitting me so hard, I practically lose my balance. My foot catches on something almost twisting my ankle. My hands push out, but instead cup something thick as I steady my palms.

A woman bent over retrieving her luggage. I gripped that ass knuckle holding a lifeline. Our weight folded as we landed on the baggage carousel. But I turned quickly, gripping tighter as my back took most of the hit. She almost knocked me out of my fucking loafers! Her big ass cheeks don't even curve to my whole palms!

I'm literally floating off cloudy pillows!

I don't want to be resuscitated!

CPR be DAMNED!

Our eyes connect. So blue and beautiful covered between black liners. Even her thick eyelashes flutter waves from her ocean eyes. They're bright to all that wavy black hair.

Until the storm hits!

The red lights started flashing when the alarm went off. All the luggages stalled. We got screamers, Karens, and I'm trying to huff an apology through it. All while the fucking cat bag lady slowly walks off!

“You fucking asshole!” The thick chick screams, “Let me go!”

She tries to get up, but knees my balls, and I twist us around gasping for air. She screams, hitting my back to get off of her. My stomach rolls and I'm going to puke any minute!

There's a loud commotion, securities running, while I'm groaning through the pain. She fights me till someone helps her up. I'm focused on not getting sick clutching my jewels. Shriveled into my intestines.

Once the security men pulled me up, I hunched forward letting my breakfast go. All over them pillow buns in front of me!