My Dark Paradise

Chapter 1 - "My Pussy Tastes Like Pepsi Cola"

I'm sitting by the pool on this beautiful, hot summers night, My man, Johnny is playing with my hair as we share a banana lounge. Johnny is tainted, dangerous and flawed, I love him for his flaws, his imperfections that make me want him. I wonder how I became this person in this relationship, it's amazing. He looks like a normal person, but actually he is the angel of death, with the muscles of a superhero. I can feel his 9 inches rubbing against my leg. I'm not gonna tell him or he'll get all embarrassed. But I know deep down inside he is loving it. I look into his deep blue eyes and I feel his aura rush through me. He is perfect, but he is hiding something from me. I begin to study his face looking for any sign, but I don't see anything, just a perfect soul gazing back at me. What are you hiding? I think to myself.

I decide to take a dip in the pool. As I get up, he grabs my arm and stands behind me. I can feel his breath on the back of my neck as he unties my bikini. I feel the straps sliding down my arms and gently fall on the ground. Then he guides me into the pool. I tease him by running my fingers delicately down his built chest and across the countless scars to almost tell him that I'm enjoying this. He gently takes my hand and guides me toward the deeper part of the pool. We are now face to face just enjoying each other's presence. He opens his mouth as to say something but I swiftly put my finger to his lips to keep the beautiful silence we have created.

He goes to kiss me, I accept his offer. It bursts with passion. A million pictures came to my head. It was one of the best kisses I have ever had. And lord knows I have kissed a lot of guys. Nobody can ever make me feel this way even if they paid me. There is no doubt about it. I love him, this is new to me. I don't know what to think anymore. He brushes my fringe behind my ear and gently kisses my forehead and swims to the edge and climbs out. He signals me to get out too. I know where this is going.

We walk into his penthouse apartment and approach the bedroom, my favourite place. The bed is a 4-posted bed with big red drapes hanging from it, giving it a luxurious feel, the room was lit by candlelight. He strips of his swim-shorts and signals me to the bed. I move towards the bed. He lays me down on the silk sheets and takes my bikini bottoms of with his glimmering white teeth, seducing me in an unspeakable fashion.

He then rises up my body and begins kissing my from my neck all the way down to my thighs, teasing me. He then crawls on top of me like a predator and I was his prey. He looks deep into my eyes and begins to spread my legs apart. I can feel his tongue in between my thighs, he says that it tastes like Pepsi cola, but I don't believe him. I can feel the sensation rising up my back, sending shivers down my spine. He smiles at my pleasure and continues, he knows where I like it. I quietly moan and jerk my hips as he hits the spot. He truly has a talent. He stops and walks toward the bedside table. I prepare myself for the main event, I enjoy watching him put on a condom, watching him slide it on with the help of expensive bubblegum lube. He slowly approaches me and just before he slides it in, my alarm wakes me up.

I realise I was dreaming about my old year 11 English teacher. He was new at the school and was very attractive. I think he was in his mid 20s but I don't mind. I've got a taste for men who are older. It's always been so it's no surprise really.