Part 15
Her refined features tell a tale of beauty. Soft pearl skin contrasting her jet black mane, flowing over her shoulders inviting to follow her curves.
Deliberate words reflecting self possession escape her lips beckoning regal admiration.
Carolina was queen of my Nile.
Since her first touch I've never felt another woman as I've felt her.
We were introduced by destiny as all great encounters are.
I can't remember who started the conversation but halfway through it I found myself having an outer body experience. I felt warm all over, my feet were hovering a few millimeters from the ground.
Cupid had struck me across the chest, I was in love.
Love is the elusive luster that shines in the eyes of those that crave and I craved her.
The trouble with this torrid affair was transparent to the two of us as quickly as it began.
I was a nineteen year old bouncer working for Mr. Pierre at Club 1235. The club was an oversized venue in the heart of South Beach, it stayed half empty most of the time. It was in need of a new smell, everything there was old including Mr. Pierre. He was north of seventy and had this half dead club almost as his personal party.
None of that matter much to me except that Carolina was Mr. Pierre's latest trophy wife.
I wonder less now in my grey wolf years but did for so long. Was our passion organic or was Carolina bringing to our sex life the rage she felt towards the old man? Was I the latest cock in this cock fight?
Every nook and cranny of this yesterday club had been penetrated by Carolina and yours truly's passion.
I questioned myself: was I into her or was the depravity of screwing another's wife twisting me.
Whatever fuel we brought to the fire scorched our bodies.
Carolina had her thirty eighth birthday a few months before and I wouldn't turn twenty till January.
Every vampire has a maker and Carolina sucked the boy out of me and spit me out a man.
Ours became more than a carnal affair.
These were the go go days of the made for tv Miami and being a prolific club owner had its perks and its poison.
When Pierre took his eye off her and onto the next trophy Carolina leaned on the poison till her ship almost went of kilter.
I was heavily invested in her to let her drift away, she became my cause.
I became her wolf at the door.
To be continued.
