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  I closed my eyes and let Loyal take my body on the wildest ride imaginable. I never felt so good. My body trembled with every touch, grind, and lick. My massive breasts jumped with every stroke, hitting my chin until I finally grabbed them. I massaged my own breasts as Loyal continued the assault on my body. I knew my neighbors had to hear me, but I didn’t care. I wanted the whole world to experience what I felt in that very moment.

  Now familiar with my flexibility, Loyal used it to his advantage. My legs reached new heights and widths as we left the couch for the cold hardwood floor. We didn’t care as he turned me into various positions all over the bare floor. Even I was amazed at the various positions my big body was able to contort into for him.

  I felt a familiar ball forming in the pit of my stomach. I braced myself for what I knew was about to come. But he stopped. Loyal pulled out and patted me on my side. As my eyes focused I noticed he was motioning for me to turn back over. I slowly forced my body back up. As I turned my eyes noticed the clock, we had been going at it for over an hour and I didn’t even realize it.

  Loyal disappeared. I turned to see my bathroom light on. Moments later he appeared holding a small bottle. I knew that bottle; it was from my goodie bag of condoms, lube, and dental dam I acquired while at Memphis Gay Pride.

  Loyal had me stand on the side of the couch. I bent over, resting my elbows on my couch cushion. I jumped when I felt him pulling my ass cheeks open.

  “Wait!” I jumped. I knew ass play was not on the menu.

  “Relax.” Loyal’s deep voice echoed through the room.

  I knew this was a bad idea. I could barely take the punishment he gave to my pussy. I knew my untouched ass was not ready for anything. My protests fell on deaf ears.

  “You asked for it, so I’m giving it to you. So like I said, relax.”

  Loyal’s stern voice made me want to obey. I closed my eyes. My whole body tensed up the moment I felt the wet tip of his penis touch my rim. Loyal rubbed his hands against my body.

  “You gotta relax,” he repeated as the tip of his dick grazed my asshole.

  I knew it was now or never. With a deep breath I felt the tip enter my ass. I exhaled as he slowly entered me. Loyal slowly pushed farther inside of me. I was waiting for the pain, but it never came. The moment he began to extract back I felt a new level of heat covering my body. This was the most pleasurable feeling I’d ever felt.

  I wanted more. I moaned for more. Loyal pushed my body down on the couch. He told me to get on my stomach and I quickly listened. Before long his man found home in my ass, stroking me like he had lived there his whole life.

  This wasn’t normal. The normal tingling sensations were heightened by 100 percent. I didn’t have a ball forming in my stomach; it was a fucking massive explosion. My body betrayed me as it convulsed uncontrollably. I wanted to yell his name but I couldn’t form words. Only small breaths and high-pitched squeals left my mouth. I balled my hand into a fist as I felt my body about to explode. I couldn’t stop my hand from pounding my couch over and over as death not only approached but killed my ass. As soon as I thought it was over another rush took over as I died another thousand little deaths. I couldn’t breathe. I had no control over my own body. No less than three minutes later another hot splash took over causing me to flood all over my couch.

  Loyal slowly pulled out. I was spent. He stood up, walking toward me. I looked up at him. He pulled the condom off and pulled my arms until I was sitting up. Loyal pushed his penis in my mouth and I gladly accepted it. I could taste the latex but I didn’t care. I sucked his dick while he jerked it with his left hand. I heard him moan until his moan turned into a groan. His voice trembled as he grabbed my ponytail causing my neck to fall back. He let out a loud moan that made his whole body tremble as his babies covered lips, chin, and rolled down my neck.

  He had never cum before, and no one had ever cum on me before. Loyal walked off to the bathroom leaving me covered in the room. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Curiosity was killing me. I opened my tightly closed lips allowing some of Loyal’s essence to spill into my mouth. Something I always figured would be horrific was the opposite. It was sweeter than I ever expected.

  After two failed attempts of standing up I finally gained my composure. Holding on to the wall I walked toward the bathroom. I saw Loyal standing naked in front of my sink. He turned around and smiled. He covered one of my washcloths with warm water. I walked close as Loyal began to wipe his essence off of my body. He kissed my lips.

  “You okay?”

  I still couldn’t speak so I simply nodded my head.

  We walked back into my art space and turned the light on. We erupted in laughter when we saw the large wet stain on my couch. I was shocked. I had no idea I could cause anything of the sort.

  I put my robe on while I watched Loyal dress. He picked up his clothes that he carefully laid down before we started. There wasn’t a wrinkle in sight. I walked him to the door. I wanted to tell him to stay just to make the night perfect, but I knew that wasn’t an option. Loyal put his hands on both sides of my face. He looked me directly in my eyes.

  “You aren’t going to change on me are you?” Loyal asked in his usual calm tone.

  I shook my head no. Loyal’s lips planted firmly against my forehead. He winked his right eye before walking out of my door. I closed the door behind him. I stood in the hallway for a moment. I didn’t know what I was feeling, as I had never felt anything like it before. I heard one of my clocks chime. I was amazed when I realized we were going at it for over two and a half hours. From what I remembered about men it usually only lasted about fifteen minutes; an hour was impossible.

  That moment I felt him inside of me again causing my legs to buckle. I caught myself by holding the side of the wall. The aftershocks were just as intense as the earthquake he put on me. I somehow made it to my bed. I didn’t make it under the covers. I stared at my roof until my eyes were too heavy to stay open. I welcomed sleep. I just hoped pleasant dreams would come with it.

  Chapter 10

  The bright light shining in my window hurt my sensitive morning eyes. I covered them as I sat up in my bed. The night quickly came back to me as I didn’t have my usual comforter to pull off of me. I could still feel the ache of sex in my womanhood.

  I ran my hot shower. I didn’t care about covering my hair. I stepped into the steam, closed my eyes, and let the hot water take me back to the night before. I could smell his cologne, feel his hands on my body, and his lips against mine. I touched my stomach as butterflies fluttered around.

  My body felt rejuvenated like I had spent a weekend at a spa. My body was looser than I remembered. I felt like I’d attended a massive session of yoga, which wasn’t too far off when I remembered all the positions Loyal had me in the night before.

  Looking at myself in the mirror I didn’t see any difference but I sure felt it. Everything in my world had changed overnight. I not only had sex with a man, but I loved every moment of it. Everything I thought I’d known was different. I was crazy about a man, something I never imagined would happen.

  Bruno Mars was ringing from my phone. I didn’t want to be disturbed but something told me I should check it. I made it back to my room just as it stopped ringing. I checked the ID to see Bianca’s face on my screen. I pressed redial.

  “You are a horrible best friend and I am disowning you.”

  Bianca’s voice echoed through my speaker phone. I set the phone on the bathroom sink and started my morning beauty routine. “Sorry, hon, a lot has been happening.” I smiled thinking about Loyal.

  “I bet. I haven’t talked to you in ages. Still having slumber parties with the Mexican?”

  I could picture Bianca’s eyes rolling while she made the snide comment.

  “Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. I wanted to tell my friend about my night, but I wasn’t ready to. My mind was still racing and I hadn’t fully processed everything yet. I listened to Bianca talk about her wedding dress a
nd how wonderful the new dress was starting to look. I zoned out during talks of flowers and décor. I had other things to think about besides her wedding.

  “So do you need me to come early to the show or are you going to need any help getting your stuff to the gallery?”

  I had moved from the bathroom to my kitchen during wedding talk. I sat at the table with my mouth wide open. I looked over at the calendar. The biggest show in my career was approaching in a few weeks.

  “Rayne?”

  “I am fucked.” I spit my toast out and grabbed the phone. I walked into my art space. I could still see the wet spot on my couch.

  “What are you talking about?” Bianca paused in her tracks. “Rayne, what is going on?”

  “I just need to get back on the ball.”

  “Rayne, have you let this man come in between you and your work?”

  I didn’t want to answer the question. I knew the answer and I felt sick thinking about it.

  “Rayne, don’t tell me you are dickmatized.” Bianca sat on an expensive leather chaise. “You can’t be over there letting some dick fuck with all you have worked on.”

  “I know.”

  “Well act like that. Hell he hasn’t even fucked you and you are already messing up. I need you to get yo’ life, honey.”

  I hung up from Bianca and immediately called out for the day at work. I knew it was a good idea. I wasn’t ready to see Loyal and I needed to get a full day of work in. I’d let a person come in and sidetrack me from my goal. There was a reason I cut myself off in the beginning and with the entrance of Loyal in my life I had broken all of my own rules. I knew I had to get things in order.

  I let my paintbrush talk on an empty canvas. My usual color scheme was out the window. I could only concentrate on the color blue. I put my iPod on the dock and let the music move my soul and my paintbrush. I created a blue color that was borderline gray. I didn’t know what was going to come from it, if anything, but my creative side was bursting at the seams.

  Day became night before I knew it. In one day I had accomplished more than I had done in weeks. I put the final touches on three pieces I had been working on and my new blue painting was taking shape. My mind was being drawn to the sculpture that was under a sheet draped on it. I stared at the sheet not wanting to remove it. Suddenly I realized the whole day had gone by and Loyal hadn’t called or texted me. I knew he was at work, but felt a twinge of anger that he didn’t think to check on the person he had just slept with for the first time the night before.

  I pulled the sheet off of the sculpture and stared at it. This was my reality and I knew it. Those hands had a hold of me and the one thing I had to hold on to was also now gone. I could hear his voice in my head. Did I really belong to him now? I shook my head. I wasn’t going to allow myself to belong to anyone, especially not a man-whore like Loyal.

  With my work on my mind I knew it was time to finish the sculpture. I threw on my jacket and headed to the large art supply store in my neighborhood.

  “Hey, Rayne, long time.” Jared, the owner, stood up as I walked into the building. Everything about Jared let you know he was an artist. His stringy jet-black hair hung on his shoulders giving off an earthy, beatnik vibe. His long, lanky body seemed to glide rather than walk as he came from behind the counter to greet me.

  “Hey, Jared, what’s that you’re working on?” I pointed at a house he was painting on a canvas behind the counter.

  Jared shrugged his shoulders. He started some mystical experience at the grocery store that had led him to think about the house he grew up in as a child. Jared never just painted because he wanted to. There always had to be some type of magical force that brought him to paint. As much as I thought he was crazy, I could only wish I had as much passion when I discussed my art.

  “So what can I get for you today?” Jared held his hands together as he stared at me.

  “I need to create a bronze for a sculpture.”

  “Sculpting. Very cool. I didn’t know you were going to put a sculpture in the show.” Jared glided toward the acrylic paints as I followed.

  “I didn’t know either. It just sorta came to me.”

  Jared stopped mid-walk and turned back to me. His eyes widened. “It just came to you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Yeah!” Jared clapped his hands together. “See I told you. The universe is going to guide you to what you need; you just have to open up, listen, and let it do the rest.”

  On the way home I couldn’t stop thinking about Jared’s words. Was my crazy friend right? Was the universe or something trying to tell me to mess with Loyal? I felt his presence before I ever met him. Was this an act of God or some powerful being? I shook my head knowing I had allowed myself to enter the crazy artist town that Jared lived in.

  I picked up my phone only to see I still had no missed calls. If the universe did bring Loyal to me then it was one fucked-up universe. Why bring someone who would never be anything more than just a causal fling into my life?

  I mixed the paint creating the perfect bronze that I wanted. I began to paint the first coat on the clay that I finally allowed to completely dry. The color was quickly bringing the sculpture to life from the dull gray of the clay. An hour later the first coat was complete. I took a step back and marveled at the difference the paint made. I couldn’t smile. As beautiful and proud of my work as I was, the thought of Loyal and my situation haunted me. Why hadn’t he called? Why did I care so much?

  My body was aching from standing all day. I sat on my couch and felt an electric current pulse through my mind. I was back in his arms and I could feel him inside of me. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the couch. My mind drifted back to the night before. I could feel my body starting to heat up in anticipation. I didn’t need him, but I wanted him and I knew the feeling wasn’t going away anytime soon.

  Chapter 11

  My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest as I walked into the office. I could see his bald head out of my periphery. I knew I needed a moment before going to my desk. I saw Camille standing by the copy machine.

  “What’s up, chica?” I rushed over to her as quickly as I could.

  “Girl, ready to go the hell home, I haven’t gotten a sale all day.” Camille rolled her eyes. “Where were you yesterday?”

  “Working. The show is in a few weeks ya know.”

  “Yeah, I know. Hell I thought you were working Loyal’s ass or something.”

  Her statement mortified me. Camille laughed. “Shit since neither one of y’all asses was at work yesterday I figured y’all were together.”

  I was shocked as I followed her back to her desk. My mind was racing with questions but I didn’t want to seem obvious. I decided not to mention him at all. I changed the subject to my art show hoping she wouldn’t be able to tell my real intentions.

  I finally made it over to my area to find everyone already on phone calls with customers. Loyal didn’t look at me like he usually did. I tried to ignore him as I settled into my desk. The air kicked on causing me to get a whiff of his cologne. My pussy twitched just from the familiar scent.

  “What’s up, Rayne?” Loyal said as he hung up with his caller. “You all right?”

  “I’m good.” I forced the words out of my mouth. I wanted to ask him where he was the other day but before I could say anything I heard Kyle call my name. We both turned to see Kyle walking up with a large smile on his face.

  “Look what I got.” Kyle held up a ticket to my art exhibit. “I got it yesterday after work when they said they were on sale. I know you really can’t sell stuff up here at work.”

  “Thanks, Kyle, but you know I could have given you one.”

  Kyle shook his head. “No, I want to support you. Hey, Loyal, are you coming to the opening?”

  “I wasn’t invited.” Loyal looked at me.

  “Everyone is invited,” I snapped back. His devilish grin was making my blood boil.

  “In that case, maybe.” Loya
l turned back toward his desk.

  The day was busier than I’d seen in a while. There wasn’t much time for sitting around. On breaks Loyal disappeared like usual leaving us no time to discuss anything. I was happy when the end of our shift finally came to a close. I quickly packed my things up. For once I had no desire to actually speak to him about anything.

  “You just gon’ leave?” Loyal’s voice echoed.

  “I need to get home.” I put my backpack on and grabbed my paperwork to turn in.

  “What’s the rush?”

  Suddenly I felt my blood starting to boil again. I walked close to him. “The rush is I have an art opening in three weeks and I am behind because I allowed myself to be sidetracked by someone who doesn’t even seem to care.”

  “Whoa. Are you serious right now? I don’t care about your work?” Loyal grabbed my arm. “That’s a low blow.”

  “Well if the shoe fits.” I pulled away and walked away. I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t follow me.

  I made it home and slammed the door. I didn’t know why I was so angry but I couldn’t help it. I pulled my work shirt and pants off and changed into one of my art smocks. I headed into my studio and turned on my iPod to my rock playlist. Paramore’s Hayley Williams began to scream through the speakers.

  I started working on the second coat for the sculpture. I banged my head along with the beat from the song. I turned around to re-dip my brush.

  “Fuck!”

  I jumped causing my foot to hit the paint canister, knocking it over on the floor. Loyal jumped standing in my doorway.

  “What the fuck!” I noticed the paint flowing on the floor. I scrambled to try to salvage as much of the expensive paint as possible. Loyal disappeared and reappeared with a wet towel in his hands. He met me on the floor and started cleaning up the mess.

  “I didn’t mean to scare you. Did you know your door was open?”

  “No,” I snapped. “You don’t just walk in and scare a person like that.”