All of us here know that they are real people, with their private lives and their own stories. These are one-shots that can start with something that happened in reality, but everything else is fiction.
We all respect and love them both
This contains non-explicit sexual content, if you are not comfortable... I think you'll have to wait for what the next one is like too. 🤫
Kai's pov
The entrance to the bar offered a momentary escape from the daily chaos that haunted me at work. The music blended with laughter and lively conversations as I sought to forget it all with some Martinis at a nearby bar. Amidst the crowd, a girl dancing on a table caught my tired eyes, clearly having enjoyed a few drinks.
With dark hair and a figure-hugging outfit, she was beautiful, attracting attention, especially from the men around her. She reminded me of Lauren, who left a similar impression and behaved similarly. I suppressed my jealousy; after all, Lauren had betrayed me with one of her "friends." Why do people stoop to that?
"Take this off," someone in the middle said. I continued toward the bar, ordering my Martini. I took a sip and glanced at the girl, her graceful and seductive movements captivating me. Initially indifferent, I couldn't look away.
Suddenly, she lost balance and fell. Our eyes met, and instead of embarrassment, she rose with a smile, approaching me defiantly. "Enjoyed my little stumble?" she asked. "I didn't come here for a show," I replied, turning to my drink. But she seemed unfazed.
"What brings you to this corner of the city? Doesn't seem like a place to find answers," she remarked. "Why do you care?" I replied. "Three minutes ago, you seemed concerned about me. Couldn't take your eyes off," she teased.
"You haven't answered yet," she insisted. I gave a half-smile. "Maybe I just needed to get lost a bit," I said sincerely. "I know that feeling; maybe I can help," she offered. I looked at her curiously; her intense eyes and suggestive smile were undeniably attractive. I shook my head.
"I'm fine. Go, I'm sure you left some admirers there." "I'm not here to ruin your night. In fact, I could make it much better," she said. I pointed to the chair next to me, and she took it gratefully.
With each word, the conversation flowed more smoothly. It no longer felt superficial. It had nothing to do with Lauren. "Wait, I know your cat's name, but I don't know yours," she said, laughing about Luna's antics. "Kai, Kai Bartley," I replied. "Amelia. Well, call me whatever and as many times as you want," she said, brushing my arm.
The music continued, creating an atmosphere of excitement and seduction. Amelia's gaze was filled with burning desire. "You're interesting; I misjudged you when I saw you up there. You intrigue me," I admitted.
The music played in the background, creating an atmosphere of excitement and seduction. Amelia had a look of intense burning desire, matching her expression. "Don't worry; I understand. But I'm more interested in what else I can make you feel," she said, dangerously close.
"Tell me, Kai, what am I making you feel?" she whispered in my ear. "You make me want to touch you everywhere with my lips. You're irresistibly dangerous. A tempting temptation," I confessed. "Do whatever you want with me."
Everything happened quickly; a 5-minute drive in my car, feeling the humidity with just the touch of her hand on my knee. We arrived at my loft, desperate for growing pleasure. Without a word, we indulged in a passionate kiss, letting our lips meet in a whirlwind of desire.
I felt her hands exploring my body. As clothing became an obstacle, we hastily discarded them, kissing without a pause. I undressed her, gently caressing every inch of exposed skin. Our naked bodies embraced in a burning hug, seeking mutual satisfaction and relief of accumulated desires.
The heat was palpable, and each touch, each whisper, became an invitation to explore beyond the limits of the known. She moved on top of me in perfect harmony, as if dancing an erotic and sensual dance. How could someone awaken so much in such a short time? The darkness in her eyes was now pure pleasure and ecstasy.
For some reason, I wanted to capture each of her expressions, the sounds at each touch, each reaction to languid, moist kisses in the most pleasurable parts of her body. In that moment of shared ecstasy, I felt fully alive, free from my anger and past wounds, immersed in the present and carried away by the intense pleasure Amelia was providing. Damn, she tasted like the best I've ever had.
Each limit reached became more intense, more intimate, and together we discovered new ways to connect and satisfy each other. At dawn, exhausted but satisfied, I felt a small, warm naked body against my chest.
We were embraced and soaked in the memory of a night full of passion and seduction. She moved, smiling as she turned in my arms. "Good morning," she said sleepily. I echoed the greeting, giving her a quick kiss, inviting her to stay for breakfast, but she couldn't.
"I know this might be just a fleeting encounter, but I'd like to see you again, get to know each other well," I said, looking at her expectantly. "I'd like that too. I really enjoyed my time with you. How about being my victim?" We laughed at the memory of the bar events, exchanged phone numbers, and she had to leave.
With a smile on our lips and hearts full of memories, we parted ways, knowing this encounter would be etched in our minds. And that it might lead somewhere, together. I didn't expect this turn in a night of alcohol-fueled release, but the girl from the bar took care of that. Amelia.
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