Only Once

THREE

The car double-parked in front of Fitzgerald's. I tipped the driver after he opened the door and allowed us to exit. I held my companion's hand and ushered her toward the entrance. A dilapidated brown sugar hued man was standing near the glass doors, what he was uttering caused me to stop and gift him a few moments of my time. In another lifetime, he may have been a minister of some sort.

"Sex, sex for some is unattainable." He was saying, "Though some will never experience the God-given act and the ones that truly do will never let go of it."
He proclaimed, "Sexual Campaigns are won, not by the dominant but by the docile soul. You may ask, Minister! Phil Good."

He paused, did a little dance then stepped closer to me. The doorman rushed out and I held up my hand stopping him.

The street minister dipped like he was standing in an actual pulpit. He said, "Phil Good, is my actual government name to, if you wondering, Yep, I know you are."

My lady friend was engaged in gut-busting laughter. But I was relatively intrigued by him.

I asked, "What did you mean by the docile souls win?"

He smirked and chimed, "The game is to be sold not told young brother."

"And there you have it, the true reason he has us standing out here in the cold." Interjected the lady standing with me.

I handed him a twenty and snapped, "Now tell me."

The street pastor explained, "When it comes to sex the submissive partner is always the one in control they give the dominant lover the illusion of power, that power owns them, in turn, makes them weak and undoubtedly powerless."

I didn't know if what the panhandler was saying was true or not, rather I believe or not I just nodded and gave him another Twenty and vacated the coldness.

On the fifth floor in the comfort of my apartment with a beautiful woman who's name has slipped my mind, the beauty was coming out of her shell, courtesy of the Patron shots she's ingested. I sipped amber-colored liquid and watched the show that she's performing for me.

It was cold outside but things were heating up inside of my bedroom. All of her clothes were gone and she was slowly lowering towards the floor. She crawled toward me like feline stalking it's next meal.

"Do you want Dedra to eat that Dick up?" My temporary lover exclaimed to me in the third person.

Who was this lady? the woman I now know as Dedra had transformed into someone else. It frightening me and aroused at the same time. Our eyes met and held there. My Manhood pressed against the front of my pants anticipating what was to come next.