The Black Queen

Thirty Ninth Entry

June 13, 1992

Marty decided to go camping with the kids for the weekend. I couldn't go because I was still dealing with am important client. Marty understood and went with Sky and Tony. She really wanted me to come. I wish I was able to but I had other things to do, even some unexpected surprises.

I was in my studio drawing out some sketches for my next project. I had been working for hours already. It was seven in the evening. I stretched my arms out and yawned. The doorbell rang. I stood up and walked to the front door of the house. I opened it and was shocked to see Brian there.

"Brian, what the h-" I was interrupted by Brian's lips crashing into mine. He held his hand on my waist. He let go.

"I'm sorry, love" he said. "But I just can't stay away from you, I can't. I feel so attracted to you and I want to spend time with you. I just want us to be together for one more night before I leave back to London tomorrow morning."

We both gazed into each other's eyes for what felt like a century. I wanted the same thing.

"Close the door" I said. He did as I told him without looking away from me. He lent in and kissed me again. We were making out at this point. I grabbed his collars and moved him with me to the couch. He laid on top of me and continued there.

"Is anyone else here?" He said in between breaths.

"No" I gasped. He ripped open my shirt and threw it off. "Easy" I laughed. He was obviously anxious. I unbuckled his pants. He wriggled his legs out of them and kicked them away. I unhooked my bra and set it aside. He cupped my breasts and kissed them. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside. We got completely undressed. We were naked on the couch. He positioned himself and gently came inside me. We both let out a moan. I held on to his back. He kissed my neck while slowly thrusting himself. He made sure I was comfortable. Once we finished he laid on tope of me. I stroked his hair that was tickling my face.

"Fuck" he panted. "You were amazing."

"So were you, my love" I smiled.

"I had to see you again. I had to. I didn't want to go back tomorrow without seeing you."

"Me too, baby. I was alone tonight and all I was able to think about was you." I sighed. "What time is your flight?"

"Tomorrow morning at eight."

"Why so early?"

"I have to go back home, the press will suspect me being in America for no reason."

"You're right, right. But just stay a little while longer?"

"I will."

We both fell asleep on the couch, but when I woke up this morning, he was gone.

-Dahlia