THE CHATEAU LE MOYNE

My shower was soothing and refreshing. As I wiped my body dry, I thought of my unbelievable experience again of how this man suddenly out of nowhere had appeared to me. My thougths ran wild, taking it all in, accepting what and how this remarkable event had occured, recapturing moments of what had taken place from just the night before. Still trying to put the pieces together, wondering if it was a dream or if it was real. Did I wake up once or twice? Then suddenly my phone rang from an acquaintance I hadn't heard from in a while. It was Kat, a girl I had met during one of my get togethers, asking me if I wanted to go to a beautiful hotel in the center of the city to meet a man from an unknown destination. It had been a while since I heard from her, as there had been speculation of her not surviving the evening from a party that was rumored to be so wild that had the police involved and people taken to the hospital. I guess it was good to hear from her, knowing she survived that crazy chaotic night. She continued on to inform me about this man or should I say 'visitor' staying at the very exclusive Chateau Le Moyne in the French Quarter. I said I would go, after all, why not? Being in my apartment was getting a bit much and the change would be nice. It wasn't like I had never met anyone in a nice hotel before, but it had been some time since.

I went over to my closet and checked out my wardrobe. I would look at all my beautiful dresses, as I wanted to look absolutely gorgeous. I went through them one by one. There was this very nice black one with spaghetti straps, a beige chiffon one that flowed beautifully, but long, and then there was this one. This one in particular. It was a beautiful red organza cocktail dress, an expensive number a 'friend' had purchased for me not too very long ago. How appropriate! I took it off the hanger and starred at it. I touched it, feeling the material with all it's splendor, how it felt on my fingertips, the quality of it, and the shear pleasure of how good it would look on me. I stood at my full length mirror, and proceeded to put it on. Wow, I couldn't look any better if I may say so myself. It had a conservative style to it but the bright yet elegant rich color was simply dazzling. I didn't want to take it off so I kept it on, admiring myself.

This 'meeting' would be fun, and it would shake a few things up for me. It was good I would get out of the apartment for a change, and I saw this as an opportunity. The event was in three days, and it was fun choosing shoes to go with my beautiful dress. I could change my mind but I wouldn't. By the way, do YOU know the reason I'm going to the Chateau Le Moyne? Do you really think you know? I continued to look at other dresses, then at all my sexy shoes, something a woman truly can't resist when shopping, and I'm no exception. Should I wear red with the red dress, or should I wear gold? I had the most stunning pair of pale platinum Prada's that would go just fabulous with my dress of choice. For now it seemed like the perfect match, but who knows if I'd change my mind within just a few minutes or so. Kat said this visitor was from an unknown destination. Why wouldn't he not say where he was from? I began to think if this was something that I should concern myself with, or let it go and find out when I arrived. After all, I could always go and meet him, then deceide if I would want to stay or not. I could always leave. Or could I?

I finally took my beautiful dress off, and returned it to it's destination, the closet. As I put it back on the hanger, I continued to admire it as I was hanging it back up, still feeling the beauty of the fabric, it's texture, and the overall quality of the material. I felt so fortunate to have this particular dress. I began to think that my visit to this fabulous hotel certainly would not be the same type of experience I just had from the evening before, magical in every way, and was longing for that to happen again. But when? I knew now it would come back, the man who brought me to a place I hadn't been to except with him and longed for him to be with me right at this very moment. Was it Dan? Was it him coming back to me in a mysterious kind of way? Maybe I should call him, at least to see how he's been doing. After all, he suffered such a life threatening experience and I needed to see him. Hoping he would contact me from the time we last spoke, I was surprised he was taking so long to do so.

Remembering the last time I met a visitor at a fabulous hotel several months earlier, it was an evening that pretty much went as planned. I wore a black cocktail dress, not too fancy but classy, and went through the motions I ordinarily go through on any other given evening. I remember this one man, older, very handsome, knowing exactly what he wanted, and what he wanted to do with me. I remember seeing a tennis racket at the corner of the room, and a few other things that made his stay enjoyable for the three days he was in town. The columns made the room look regal, and floor length mirrors in the bedroom. I remember looking at myself in it as I began to take off my dress. At first he did a lot of talking, then became more relaxed after a few drinks. It was a good evening even with his odd requests, requests I will tell you about, and secrets he told me that he harbored within. He owned a fabulous yacht that was coming in from the south of France. He told me he would love for me to join him on it, and thought the man was bullshitting to the ends of the earth, but I really didn't care. I never saw the yacht, or him again for that matter as when the evening was over, it was over. Or so I thought. The turn of events are startling.

WAKING UP...AGAIN?

It seemed quite odd, but when I woke up, it seemed as if I woke up again. Was I sleeping since I went to bed the 'first' time? Was it all a dream, thinking I had been up, then went back to sleep again? All I could see was my bed totally disarrayed by what could have only been one hell of a combat zone. Was that good? At first I wasn't quite sure. I was so preoccupied with the way my bed looked, with all the sheet's going in every direction, saturated with cum, dried up sweat, body fluids, and a distinct smell of sex. Believe me, my sheets had been quite unraveled in my bed before, with one better experience then the next, but this was so different that I couldn't quite understand why it was different. The aura around the room seemed different as well, even with everything still in it's original place. So what was up? I was alone, that's what was up. My eyes looked all around me and I felt suspended in mid air. I was alone but I didn't feel alone. That was strange. Then, I heard a knock on my door. I remember locking the door, so no one was able to just walk in as usual.

When you first began to read about me, I wanted you to come into my world, into apt 9 to experience what I experience. I hope so far it's been fun for you, as you can see who I enjoy being with, enjoy hearing all those erie crazy secrets I hear from all my visitors I allow in. Sometimes their quite interesting, and sometimes they are really scary. I just listen. I never make a comment, I just listen. They know they will never go beyond apt 9 nine. So they continue to tell me every little sordid detail of their sordid little lives, what they have done, what they had done to others, and what they would like to have done to them. It gets a little crazy sometimes, but I take it all in stride. It's just another visitor that makes my day. Even when I have crazy 'supernatural' dreams, or could they be true? Let's continue to find out.

I got out of bed, and leaning against the wall next to my window, I gazed outside and stared out to look at the street with the early morning going's on. It was wonderful to see the morning light, the beginning of a new day. My soul felt fresh, and although alone in my bedroom, I didn't feel alone. I was reflecting on the night before, full of erotic and very sensual sex with the man I had just slept with. It's not that he was a stranger to me, but someone I had been with before. I no longer feared him not returning. I didn't see him enter my room, and I never saw him leave. Yet I knew he was with me the entire night, he was real and he came into my apartment, entered my bedroom, and made his way into my bed. It was just a matter of time until he would return. As I lean against the wall, I could see my shear curtains reflect against me, appearing like lace covering my nude body.

The knocking kept up so I walked to the door and answered it. At my doorway was a very good looking man asking me if he could come in. I usually let my visitors in but I asked him to come back as he stared at me while I was standing there in the nude. I just wasn't in the mood to do much, and he said he most definitely would return. I needed my morning coffee and the sooner the better. I had to wake up as this day felt different from the rest. I still couldn't explain the exoneration I felt within me, a feeling of just wanting to burst in a damn good way. It wasn't just the sex. Sex was sex. It could be good, it could be fabulous, it could even be more then fabulous, but this, this was something unexplainable, so I would just go with the feeling and not try to put it into words. Sometimes, it's best to leave something alone and let it be. Getting on with the day seemed to be the next best thing to do, so my day now begins. Would you like to see me take a shower? Would you like to know what happens when the warm water is running on me, getting wet and soapy? Just thinking about it is getting me excited. Would you like to join me?

WAS I IN A DIFFERENT PLACE?

As my mind is trying to focus, my body has become limp as a two ton sack. I want to move my arms so as to indicate to myself that I still have them. It seems like my entire body has disappeared on itself and I just can't move. My eyes are roaming around my bedroom as if to locate things familiar to me. I see my dresser, then I see a mirror reflecting a painting that I have hanging on the opposite side of the wall across from it. It glistens and makes light bounce onto another wall, but there is light all around me regardless, and I don't know where it's coming from. I suddenly am able to move my legs, but only separating them not very far apart from each other. With a cloud of whiteness that's all around me, my body felt torn apart from a beautiful man that took total control of me, and took every ounce from me, body, mind and soul. I knew this was only the beginning of what this man had to give, and I wanted more. He was capable of doing greater things and I wanted all he could do to me.

Was I in a different place? I felt so strange. It was like dejavue all over again. My phantom lover comes to visit me from what appears to be a face that forms from my ceiling above, as I gaze at all the intricate spots only to form a face that stares at me, connecting into a body that enters me with the greatest force only a phantom can give. He seeks me out like prey in a jungle, ready for the jugular, and ready to pounce. I seek him more and more, but he comes only at will, when it's only good for him. Perhaps he's visiting other woman whom he makes his prey as well, and comes back when he wants to rip you apart. He has no face, then shows himself as beautiful and handsome as can be, he has no voice, yet speaks poetically that puts you in a trance and leaves you only with thoughts of what no other man can do. Suddenly, I hear someone speaking, but it's not anyone in the room with me. It's coming from my living room, and I immediately realize it's the t.v. Did I leave it on?

Before I know it, I'm up out of my bed, and staring at the television. I didn't know how I got to the living room so fast. I notice a face that look's familiar, only to realize he was the man who came into my apartment not very long ago, and confessed to me how he killed a man and dumped his body into a cardboard box. The odd thing I remember is that he didn't have any blood on his shirt or anywhere else on him. I remember saying how he was sitting on the edge of my bed, swaying back and forth, thinking he would slip right off and fall. He left with some coaxing, yearning to stay longer. I insisted that he leave and was relieved he did so. His confession to me was erie, yet with hearing all the secrets I've heard for so long from so many men, so many horrible ones that I've learned to keep and not tell, I was glad to see this horrible person caught.

As I walk back into my bedroom, I suddenly feel sick. I felt disconnected somehow and wondered if my phantom lover was still there waiting for me. Was he there? Has he left? I suddenly feel like I'm floating, and find myself at my bedroom window looking out and seeing him at the sidewalk waving up at me. I wave back, wanting him to not leave, and feeling so terribly sad. Then I turn to my bed and with much surprise, I see him there smiling at me. As I look outside my window again, I see no one, and climb into my bed again feeling his strong body. "I would never leave you", he said to me. I cuddle up close to him and and I feel his strong body close to mine. Yet it's as if we both weren't really there, as if we were both invisible. Within minutes I fell asleep.

HE FINALLY RETURNS

If you're dreaming, do you know it while you're dreaming? I remember resting my exhausted head on my pillow right before I had examined myself in a most thorough and satisfying way just moments before. I began to see light's of all different colors, of which I haven't got a clue from where they were coming from. There was music in the background, thinking my neighbors were being a little inconsiderate with their CD player. I thought of getting up and checking out the noise, but I kind of liked it, after all, it was just music, a strange and melodic type of music that was very nice and quite soothing. It wasn't anything I had heard before, and couldn't get over how soothing and even enchanting it was. As I rolled over, I could see it was daylight. Suddenly, my bedroom seemed to turn dark.

Thing's didn't seem to make sense, the strange music, daylight time when it was still dark outside, different colored lights in my room, strange music, and feeling quite content. Then darkness all around me. What was happening? I was way too comfortable to question anything, so I wanted to fall back to sleep when I noticed a form of some sort looking at me. Maybe someone came in? But didn't I lock the door last night? I didn't care, as I turned again, lying flat on my back, then arching my back tightly, protruding the entire front of my lean body to bulge out, stretching my form with my head going almost as far back as I could possibly bring it. My arms were stretched out from side to side, my hands clutching the sheets, with my legs spread open, only to bring them together again as if I was making 'angels' in the snow. I kept my body strong and tight, keeping it lifted. With my back still arched, as if lifted by ropes, you could have slid a large enough object underneath me without touching me. I kept myself in this position, as if it were some weird exercise. I could feel my breasts pretty much stay in place, and my belly began pumping up and down like a sexual flow of movement every time I took a breath. I don't know what came over me, but again, I felt so much comfort, even in this pose I was keeping. I felt like I wanted to yell out with satisfaction. I now bent my arms, but just a little bit. My head lifted forward, but not much. I wanted, no, I needed Dan to look at me, to look at my outstretched body. I felt like I was beginning to pulsate. All my limbs, all my muscles were beginning to shake, yearning for Dan to see every bit of me. My pose froze with desire.

The light turned from daylight to night in a flash and I didn't know why or what was happening. All I knew was that I needed my pulsating body to feel released, exhilarated. Without an explanation, the form that was looking at me was indeed examining my nude body, still in pose, his eyes lurking at every inch of my breasts, resting his hand on my belly. His eyes flowed downward, examining every bit of me. Suddenly, my outstretched arms wanted to move but couldn't. I felt like they were tied, but I knew they weren't. This man, or whatever it was that was looking at me from above my bed moved me on my side. My arms were now positioned above my head, and I felt his tongue run down my back to the inside of my thighs, licking me very seductively. His touch made my vagina wet, and although not knowing this man, and not knowing how he even got into my bedroom was suddenly not a concern. It should have been but it wasn't. He didn't speak, as if he was mute. He then turned me face up, allowing me to see his eyes. He was starring at me at very close range. He began talking to me but I couldn't hear him. He got in front of me, straddling me, putting his hands on each side of my upper torso, clutching my sides, feeling my rib cage, gliding his hands up and down upon them. He rested his head on my chest, kissing me between my breasts, then taking each one of them as if they were each luscious fruit to be devoured into his mouth.

As he talked to me, I could see his lips moving, saying words, but again, I couldn't hear him. How couldn't I hear what he was saying? He was right there in front of me, and yet I didn't hear a word. My breasts were being fondled, sucked and felt by him, and I wanted more. He brought himself upward, and I could see his sexual body, his form exquisite, with abdominals like I've never seen before. So ripped, so perfectly formed. He let me see him, knowing how I was enjoying him. My arms were now free, untied like I felt them to be earlier, and so I stroked his belly, feeling every muscle in his stomach as best as I could. I pressed into his waistline, digging my finger into his navel, feeling his outie. His penis was erect, but not ready to put inside of me yet. His long dark hair was down to his shoulders, and he was breathing heavily. He now turned me onto my side, then picking me up and putting me up against him. He now kissed my lips with passion, licking them, and biting me with desire. He layed me down facing him. He pressed my entire front body with his, this time feeling and messaging my belly with strokes so sensual that I could have cum based on that alone. His finger went into my navel now as I did to him, and was engrossed in all my crevasses, like a map of the human body, exploring every inch there is to feel, see, kiss, caress, and everything else his mouth, hands and penis could and did do. He again took his finger and pressed the edge of my belly button, all around the circumference, circling around it, then entering it again with his tongue, sucking it. It felt strange and sensual, as it made me quiver as he was doing it. He then put his finger in it again, feeling every inch of the 'coils' of my outie, the folding of the skin that makes it protrude out. He was in fact 'fucking my navel' and I loved every second of it. He paid attention to all things a woman loves a man to do, with his face now between my thighs, sucking them, only to lead his mouth on my clitoris that made me scream with pleasure that was unbearable, crazy and insane.

His kisses were insatisable, sliding his tongue over my lips, sucking them gently. Our tongues ran down each others faces, cradling the side of his face, and kissing his cheeks with softness and his lips with vigor. My vagina was now so wet and throbbing, I felt juices running onto the side of my thighs, and down my legs. His erect huge penis now entered me, feeling like a coke bottle in full throttle. Every thrust was like pushing a cannon into me, and it was big and hard and I screamed with joy of having such a man inside me, moving so fast and furious, so intense that we both fell off the bed. He never fell out of me, and we moved with hard thrusts so hard and dynamic that I thought the neighbors would call the police any second now. He lifted me back into bed, gently not disturbing entrance he had precisely waited for. He moved so perfectly inside me as to hit my clit with his cock, as I was screaming for him not to stop. His hands were gripping my ass, as if to rip my skin apart, and the sides of my legs as they were lifted up as high as they could reach. I wrapped my legs around his neck, gripping him as tightly as he was holding on to me. His moans were loud and clear and his facial features told the story of a man who had every muscle in his body tightened up so hard, withering into a euphoria that took his breath away every time he thrusted that big cock into me over and over again. This was not just to my body, but he spoke to my soul, and he could never leave to allow this to only happen once and then go back into thin air, an unknown place he seemed to come from. No, I couldn't allow this.

Was I dreaming? Was this reality? Was this really happening to me? It was as real as anything I had done, felt or experienced before, but, the reality I had experienced in the past with my 'phantom' had been real too, only to disappear and only to come at will. I could never find him, I could never track him down, or catch up with him after we briefly spoke that evening when he told me he was a new neighbor living above me when in truth, there was no upper floor above me. Even after we made such passionate love, he would vanish and not come back. So, was this another meeting again? Was this just another delightful yet made up dream that seemed to be real but really wasn't? I wanted an answer but all I could do was to hang on to this moment and not let it go. I was afraid the moment I close my eyes I would 'wake up' and he would be gone like it happened in the past. What was going on with me?

He was still pushing hard inside me as I now found myself facing downward, with sheets wet with saliva dripping from my mouth. I was moving vehemently with him like a mating ritual deep inside a jungle, holding me in place with his hands on my sides, clutching me on my waist and hip, his fingers working their way into my skin. The pressure is so great that I reach to touch the lower part of my belly and feel his dick through it. I can only yell out with each thrust as I keep my ass in position, then falling onto our sides, cumming with seizure like jerks, shaking and flapping around like lam seals just harpooned, vocalizing with loud strange sounds, with uncontrollable motions, gasping for our last breath.

I found his large arms wrapped around me, as we lay there on my bed filled wet with sweat and cum that filled my insides. I could feel him breathing against my body. He was taking deep breaths, slowly calming down from our lustful and what seemed insatiable acts of pleasures that needed to be repeated. I wanted to move just a little, rearranging my legs that were wrapped around his, but so afraid if I made a slight move he would disappear.

As I went to turn around facing his muscular body, my hands felt his wonderful chest, stomach and thighs as I eased my way downward to gaze at his marvellous penis. I took it gently, stroking it softly, and proceeded to put it in my mouth. It was delicious. It was big, and it was getting hard. I was in a zone I can't really explain. I felt myself in a dream like state, and afraid of waking up from it. Things still didn't seem to make sense. Things around me were so different that although I knew where I was, it felt as if I was somewhere else. I began sucking his penis with all the gentle force I had, and he woke up with sounds of pleasure I wanted to hear. He was saying, 'baby, I love this, don't stop, please don't stop', and started to move with my mouth, only for him to cum with great force that made me cum as well. With his penis in my mouth, I moved thrusting myself against the sheets that were between my legs, positioned so it would rub up against my vagina. It worked.

I wanted to see his eyes again, and I could now hear him talk. I wanted his face staring in mine. As I moved upward, I felt his thighs against my breasts, my hands sliding up his rib cage, then moving them forward, feeling his chest again and his shoulders. He was so strong. He just lye there with his eyes closed, and I was happy to know I was looking at this person, this being who had been staring at me from above my bed and not knowing how he got in my apartment to begin with. Was I delusional? Then I realized the 'music' wasn't playing anymore. There was a strange silence in the room, and saw the room fill with smoke like substance. It was so unclear. It was like the room had become 'foggy' and everything around me was so unfamiliar. Was I in my own bedroom? Where was I? I clenched onto the man in my bed, only for him to feel him slide downward and give me a wonderful treat as I did him. His tongue was now gently on my clitoris, and exploring my vagina with intense movement. He then roamed his fingers through my pubic hair, and told me how beautiful it felt. I couldn't take it any longer. He was all over it, his fingers, his entire mouth, making me shake with violent jerks. His finger touched me in just the right spot, continually stroking the very top part of my clit, while his tongue was in and out of me. He would then suck my entire vagina as I wither away, drinking my juices that ran out of me. I cried out, as if crying out for help, and it was as if my body was lifted to a different place.

THE PRELUDE TO SOMETHING UNEXPECTED

I hate when anything goes wrong in my apartment, which I have to admit, hardly ever does. There was a leak in my kitchen sink, and I could only deal with the constant dripping sound for so long. My solution to this problem was to call Charlie, the maintenance man, and he could fix anything! After my mental excursion of Dan and myself, I noticed it wasn't too late to call to get this damn drip serviced. So, I call Charlie, only for him to come up and fix it in record time. He's so nice this Charlie. Very good hearted, not a bad bone in his body. Good guy. I thank him, and as he leaves, he's reminding me my deadbolt lock should be changed as it doesn't work so good. It misses a hinge, or something or other, and won't lock properly to secure the door from some one getting in. It would probably surprise innocent Charlie that I don't lock my door, not even the smaller lock. I keep my door open, so if he knew this, he would I'm sure, ponder why in the world a woman would purposely keep her freak'n door unlocked!

Glad to have this fixed as I am now with silence without any dripping sound whatsoever. Good. Now I can hear my thoughts without interruption. It's late enough, so I decide to go to bed. As I gaze at my nude body in the mirror, I don't want to see imperfections, but see the good instead as do my visitors, and look at my silhouette from head to toe. Not too shabby I tell myself. Gee, I can always pleasure myself, a thing I usually don't do, but yet more often then you would think.

What's the reality of Dan showing up this evening, I ask myself. I'm just tormenting my own head, and perhaps a part of my body that's for a change a part that's inside my chest. My heart. So I go to bed with nice thoughts of a man that may or may not call me. This evening in particular, I lock my door and I go to bed, but first not without feeling my own body parts that looked quite good in the mirror. I had posed nude for several magazines in the past, nice magazines, not the nasty ones, and was told I had an extremely nice body. Those thoughts stayed with me, and began to touch my breasts softly, then harder to get the full understanding of all the muscle tone inside them that made them so firm and luscious . Leading downward to my soft flat belly, it amazed me how I hardly ever worked out, not doing a crunch in my life. I could feel the muscles through my soft skin, moving my own hand down to my thighs, then my inner thighs, and into a passage that allowes pleasure for whoever I allow to go in. I enter myself with easy entrance, as I'm wet with desire, if only Dan was here to make it perfect. I think of his big wonderful cock inside me, and with only a few hard touches, strokes, and enough pressure to secure an orgasm, of course, nothing in comparison with what Dan has done to me in the past, I cum to my own body in the mirror, happy to see myself yelling out with pleasure only I can appreciate.

I wanted to do it again, so looking at my form, my legs, my thighs, my breasts so round and real, so soft to the touch, so delectable to suck, and knowing what Dan was missing, perplexed me on how he can stay away for so long. I began to rock myself while I straddled the empty bed, as if someone was beneath me. I placed something hard enough to touch my soft and lovely area to bring me to another orgasm that was positioned correctly to do so, touching all the right spots, and looking at myself with all the facial distortions of pleasure that would make me feel drained and satisfied. If only just temporarily. I now circumed to submission onto my soft pillow and sateen sheets that partially covered my nude wet body, and fell fast asleep.

QUENCHING THE INSATIABLE

Quenching insatiable desires are nothing but performing sexual acts consisting from simple things to examining everything and doing almost anything to 'get off''. Sometimes it can't be satisfied no matter what's done, and how great the climax. It's never enough, and dealing with erotica in it's highest and most unusual form can sometimes be not only sexual, but ugly and even horrifying.

A platter of food was once served up at a party I attended, consisting of blue berries, whip cream, bananas, strawberries, lady fingers, and then.....wires that had electrical clamps on the ends. The clamps had a felt like material inside them, as for connecting to a body part, it wouldn't hurt the way it shouldn't, but hurting when it should. The trick to this sick act was to feel the jolt of electricity run throughout your entire body when connected to a body part without being electrocuted. This was a fantasy for some, and with precision, could bring orgasms that would go on for fifteen minutes if not longer at a time. The body would shake uncontrollably, and would eventually knock the person out for taking so much out of them. The food is inserted into ones private parts, and sucked out my a persons mouth, and perhaps eaten.

A handsome man in his early 40's, with a very sexy body had clamps connected to the head of his penis. He was tied to a pole with his arms stretched over his head in a lying down position. He was then massaged all over his nude body with hot oil, then more clamps were attached to other parts of him as well. A switch was turned on, and he went into orgasmic seizures that could have killed him.

He just lye there limp and dead like, with sweat dripping all over him, penetrating through the oil that smeared his entire body. He was pathetic, as he then yelled out for more. You really wanted to call an ambulance for this man and have him committed to some mental institution, but some people are so strange that you either give them what they want or you don't deal with their needs that can perhaps kill them. Or even worse, kill you.

So, with my mood being now a little somber to say the least, I rested my head against my large soft pillow, reminiscing of Dan, the man who I admit, 'got' to me. My thoughts of a sexual intanglement with him was an exciting, even soothing thought to ponder. Not that any of the above forementioned activities had anything to do with Dan and myself. Oh well, time had passed and I hadn't yet seen or even heard from him. It had been week's since he called, and although he was supposed to call me later that evening, it would come to pass that the evening came and went without the phone ringing, adding up to be weeks since hearing his voice. If only Dan could come over and soothe my aching body. To touch my skin, to massage my aching back, to run his miraculous hands down my thighs, grabbing my sides to push me close to him, to insert his member into me, to move inside me like he did in the past, to look deeply into my eyes, while feeling his strong muscular back, feeling every part of him, and knowing he would be there, sleeping next to me, only to ravish him again in the early morning hours.

A MURDERER SHOWS UP

You don't just hope a dream returns and then presto, you go to bed that night and you start dreaming of what you dreamt about the night before all over again. Well, all I can do is hope that one evening when I lie my head down on my soft pillow, when I feel my soft sheets covering my body as I lay on my bed, I will fall asleep into slumber land and dream of my European voyage that led me into the narrow alley ways of a place I want to return to. So much for that.

The other night, a visitor showed up looking all wired and thought he was just high. As time took it's toll, he revealed something to me that made me think I could be a part of what took place just a few hours prior to entering my apartment, 'by association', I guess you can say. He looked a mess, but I usually don't really care what someones clothes look like, but as he started to 'unravel' he was boasting how he stabbed someone to death, then robbed him and made off with the guys money and dumped the body in a big cardboard box. I just sat there with my eyes wide out and my mouth dropped to the floor. And now he was here? It was odd that he didn't have any blood on him. So, was he making it up? This wasn't the time to find out. This guy was messed up more then I thought and he had to leave. I played it off like I was about to get a phone call and that it was urgent I get it and to take of care of a problem I was dealing with and I needed to be alone to do so. He at first told me he wasn't leaving, at least not so soon. I got concerned, so I made a quick call to a friend who knows what to do when a situation should begin to get out of hand. Without many words, I hung up the phone.

I'm sitting there with this man who is now swaying back and forth on the edge of my bed, assuming any minute now he will fall and bust his head wide open. Maybe that would be good, this way at least I would drag him out or something. So I casually get to the door, open it and ask him to leave as 'my friend' is now showing up any minute. As previously mentioned, I am the 'secret keeper'. Many of my visitors have told me secrets that would never leave my apartment, never revealed from these lips, but this, this was maybe the exception to the rule, a murder just committed, where the murderer himself has entered my apartment and now left with all the bad energy that infultraded my space. So what do I do? Do I keep quiet, do I tell? Telling would mean to call the police and have this guy arrested. But, if I do this, would he know who ratted him out? And was it true to begin with? If so, he knows where I live. He can always come back. I can be his next victim. So I shut up and say nothing. I just hope life brings his victim to justice, and hope my visitor gets what he desevers.

There was no playing, no fun and games with this sicko that just left my apartment, and thanking the heavens above he left willingly and without a problem. What if he didn't want to leave? What if he made an issue of staying longer then I wanted him to? I called my friend and told him things were cool, that a potenial problem staring into my eyes, perhaps a victim himself had left. Just another day in the life of Ava in apt.9? Perhaps.

DREAM COME BACK

It was time for me to dream again, to be in a place I had never been to except in my beautiful dream that was too real to be fake, and too mystical to be reality. For my own reality was made up of lies, games, fakery, a revolving door that never closed, and an unfinished dream that I was long overdue to have.

For some crazy reason, I began to analize my apartment by standing in the middle of my living room, and seeing how quiet and peaceful this place could be when I wanted it to be. It was simple and to the point, and I liked it that way. With peaceful simplicity, far from what goes on in there, you would never think it was a haven for visitors, a place for them to pay and play, a palace for short lived dreams that came true, then end within hours from their beginning. So what was so bad that I needed to get back to my dream?






I would look around in apt. 9, and gaze at it's every being. Slowly turning and looking at every piece of everything there. The furniture, the t.v., the light pinkish walls, and the few pictures that hung on them. All I could see was black and white and and I liked it that way. My life wasn't colorful, it was anything but, although most anyone would think just the opposite. I have a yearn for what I do, and I as yet can't figure out why I'm ok with it. So I continue to look all around me, liking what I see, and yet with what I allow to go on inside here, who I allow to enter, it was yet a haven for me as well as my visitors that felt comforting with no one there but myself. All alone. Plain and simple. At that very moment, there were no lies being told, no pretending, no open door, just me with peace that had come over me. Yet I needed my dream back. It was rarely in black and white. It was full of color that enchanted me, a world so different from mine that I needed at this very moment. So again I ask myself, if I was ok with my life and what I do, then what's the need for this dream? Perhaps an excape? But from what?

DOUBTING MYSELF

With my horrible headache gone and into a new day, I began to ponder if the night of fun and partying had really existed. Was it just a fantasy or a reality that took place right here in apt 9 nine.

As I entered my shower, I began scrubbing my body to rid the paint that was indeed definitely on me. Did I paint myself? No way. Did my 'phantom' lover come in and paint my nude body with intricacy that was a work of art to behold? All I wanted to do was to get as much off as I could. I scrubbed my round soft breast's, feeling my body down to my private parts much to my own pleasure. I felt the paint run down my thighs, glad that it was becoming a thing of the past. And so was Dan.

As I was getting dressed, the phone rang. My heart skipped a beat when I heard that familiar voice. My eyes closed, and I took a deep breath, not thinking he would call. It was Dan! He wanted to come over and talk with me, but the first thing out of my mouth was that today wouldn't be a good day. Today, tomorrow, next week, any day at that very moment would not have been good. I wanted to see him again, but thought we both should wait a while until he returned, and he agreed to call me back later that night. I just stood there, knowing I had to focus on something so totally different at that very moment, as I wouldn't be alone for very long. I was glad it at least ended with him wanting to call me back later in the evening.

So there was this strange contraption decorating my table, and with my apartment lit in a red light, it looked like some freak show. I have all sorts of toys, after all, I'm a party girl, and I love to play games. All sort's of games. And while the game is on, I hear sorted secrets that have become a part of what happens in apt. 9. Dressing for the part, I had to focus on my next visitor due to come over shortly.

The idea of thinking for one minute if my party had been real or not was troubling to me. Was I in denial over a night of exotic pleasures that I didn't want to admit to? Why not? I had enjoyed whatever I wanted to, and this time wasn't any different. Denying what you like, is denying yourself, and I never denied anything I wanted to do, even if it was strange and bizarre.

I went into my bedroom, and dressed in stiletto's and dark nylons. I looked at myself in the mirror with approval. My guest who had just arrived thought the same. We talked for a short while, and he told me he loved how I looked. I told him it was just for him, but that couldn't be farthest from the truth. He set the pace, not knowing what was about to happen. He looked at the 'hand' and handcuff dangling from the small table, and thought that was a good place to start. It was.

A NIGHT DRIVE

The evening before was crazy. But did this night really take place, or was it just all in my head? I was beginning to doubt myself.

I got up and got dressed. I went for a ride in my car to clear my head. I just drove around and again told myself to get a grip, that I hadn't been like this for a good long while, and it wasn't conducive to my lifestyle. If I wanted to mope all day long about one man, then perhaps I should get a 9 to 5 type of job like most everyone else does in life. But when I chose to abandon all that nonsense, all the bullshit that comes with the hope of just one man in your life that dominates your every thought, I knew this wasn't for me. So I kept on driving and kept on thinking that things are ok and all is well.

I stopped to get something to eat, then returned to my apartment to get a good nights sleep and everything would return to normal. I won't let a stranger rule my feelings, even if he should ever return or not. I loved to play, and playing at keeping secrets excited me. I knew I would hear another, and I couldn't wait. I was like the 'mother Teresa' of hearing and keeping those secrets, secrets that men would tell me and it fueled my need to hear more.

When I got into bed, I was still feeling a bit woozy, so I laid there, getting comfortable in my soft sheets that draped around me, and hoped maybe my dream of my foreign journey would come back. I heard a slight knock at my door, but ignored it as I had been doing. If I should get a visitor tomorrow, that would be fine, but right now was the time to sleep and to welcome torrow.

A RAINY DAY IN NEW ORLEANS

The incident with Dan was just another set back to deal with. I never thought it would end like this. My delusional visions of ridiculous thoughts of him and I were really in the way of the reality of things. Yet I never thought it would end the way it did. Soon after I threw Dan out of my apartment, and asked him to never return again, it began to rain. The day was gloomy, with gray clouds, and now very wet. Yet when I looked out to the street from my apartment window, it had a peaceful look to it, very scenic, very pretty and very sad.





I rarely get sad, but today was one of those days. My dream of being in a distant land, investigating all that was foreign to me, allowing me to indulge in what seemed to be secret alley ways that let to somewhere, to doors that led to a home, windows to look out from once inside. I wanted to go back to my dream, if only I could. I thought of Dan, and still wondered why he got to me like he did. Why him? I convinced myself he was like all the rest, and would be better off not to deal with a situation that would never work in the first place.

In my usual laid back disposition, I found myself just hanging out, nursing my headache, and still dealing with my painted body. This crap can stay on for days, so I didn't think much of it, and just chilled. And cried. From the wild night before, and the shower fuck with Dan, I had to calm down from it all, and made myself some hot tea.

The day proceeded to carry on, and the evening wasn't too much better. Before I could get over my slump, I would have to go through it, and it didn't feel very good. I thought about going on a vacation, and a friend of mine had not too long ago asked to take me to the Bahamas. Maybe that would be the thing to do. In a mean time, I was miserable.

The rain came poring down, but it didn't seem to stop my visitors from coming over. I'm sure they were surprised my door was locked, and I just ignored their arrival. Soon they would leave and the sound of silence was golden to my ears. Even with my head hurting, I enjoyed the sound of the rain hitting the cement streets like a ton of bricks. As I looked out from my window again, the street view was desolate, with it's soaking wet sidewalks and the illumination of gray all around. The street lights didn't have it's usual and somewhat golden hue. It was just a gloomy gray evening.

I turned the television on, hardly with any sound, and there I saw a woman's face taking up the entire screen. It looked strange and wondered what it meant, but I didn't want to hear anything, so the visual alone was going to have to do. The images seemed strange, like two faces in one. The visual effects intrigued me, and whatever the story line was became useless, just figures on the screen were good enough. It looked like the woman was in dispare, and I related. Soon I thought to myself, a good secret would be an interesting cure, and before I knew it, I was told one.

As I reminisced of the night before, I knew I would never invite Dan to something like that. How he found out puzzled me, but bad news travels fast, and so he knew. I could always disguise it, but then why should I? Right? What do YOU think? It was just a party and some parties get carried away. I knew if I wanted to, I could probably come up with something convincing, but he wasn't coming back anyway so it didn't matter. Dan was still a stranger to me, just like the rest, and maybe if I continue to repeat myself with the same words, I could possibly believe the hype I was saying, although true to some extent. Right now I just wanted my headache and the paint on my body to go away. After the first initial scrub, my headache was foremost on my list to rid, so I tried to sleep it off.

RUDE AWAKENING

It's the ending where I wake up, full of body paint, groggy with sadness and tiredness. I want to return to the narrow alley ways I walked through. I wanted to once again raise my glass of wine and make a toast with the people at the restaurant. To the artist to pose for him, and to the handsome young man I never got to know. I break out in a cold sweat and immediately sit up in bed, half dazed about the dream I just had. I walk slowly into my cold bathroom and turn on hot water to get myself out of this stupor.

I could barley walk with a horrific headache, when someone enters my apartment. I shout out for them to get out, when I lift my head up, and I see Dan starring at me, wondering what freight train had just run over me. I told him he needed to knock, then told me one else needed to! I looked at him shocked and dismayed.

'So, you're', ..stopping his next word that was about to come out of his mouth. Yeah, 'I'm...about to take a shower and I need to be left alone', was my reply. He told me I looked like I had one hell of a time, and the paint all over my body looked terribly sexy. He said he was upset he wasn't invited to the mayhem from the night before. I told him next time, and that I would call him when I was feeling better. I then asked him leave.

I got into the shower, grateful for the warm water drenching me with relief. I foamed up wanting to rinse off as fast as I could when Dan suddenly reappears, nude, entering my shower. He picks me up and leans me against the corner of the cold tile wall, spreads my legs apart, wrapping them around his hips and fucks me. I wrapped my arms around him, crying with every thrust he gives me. I dig my nails into his back and scream loudly when I come. His moan turns into a grunting sound as the water is beating off his back from the forceful shower spray.

He then sits on the shower floor, sitting there with his hands to his face. As I try to pass him, he grabs me and drags me into the bedroom, only to blindfold me and ties me to the bed in an upright position. This doesn't seem to be Dan. He turned into a crazy man, wanting revenge.

I told him he was acting out of character, that all this was stupid, still sobbing from when we were in the shower. I told him if he wanted to play rough, this wasn't the time. I screamed at him to take the blindfold off me and to untie me and he did. I then told him to get out and to never come back.

WALKING WITH ANGELS

I'm drifting off into a land I've only seen in books and magazines, on poster boards and travel brochures. Into the slumber I'm now drifting into, I enter in a strange and beautiful place I never want to leave.

I enter a long narrow alley way, somewhere foreign to me, that's entrancing and melodic. I hear voices in my head, guiding me where to go, and so I keep walking into quaint narrow alley ways that seem as if I had once lived there long ago in another time. The voices are singing to me, almost with a sacred tone to it, and I keep on walking. They are guiding my every step.

There in the far distance where there are many door ways, I see a man with dark hair, a handsome man who is trying to seduce me. For whatever the strange reason may be, I resist him. I walk forward, only to see the same man again in other doorways, asking me why I don't want to be with him. I tell I do, but that I can't. And so I keep on walking, and I keep hearing these beautiful almost angelic like voices singing in my head, a sound like no other sound I have ever heard. It's so calming, so reassuring, so real and true, like a loving mother giving you the love and security you can bet your life on.

So what is this? Where am I? I now see an elderly man with a Venetian style hat on, and he's an artist. I see him at his doorway, and he invites me in to see his art work. I go inside, and I see these beautiful works of art, skillfully done, that only a master could have accomplished. I tell him I am very taken back by his work, and I see nudes in beautiful colors on easles, almost like a cross between a fusion of charcoal and oil. They are truly magnificent. He asks me to pose for him but I decline. He then takes me in to show me the other part of his home, a parlor, and it's like an Italian villa, but smaller, yet just as spectacular with a quaint and bohemian style. I love this place, a place I would like to live in, but I know I must leave and return to my walk.

I see other doorways, and ruins only European countries have, and I wish I could stay here. Within me, I know I would have to leave, something I don't want to do. It's like a journey, a mission that I'm to be on, and so my walk continues. Just a slight bit ahead, there's a restaurant, and people are in inside, talking, drinking some wine in simple but pretty glasses, toasting good cheers to each other, and feeling very good with each other. It's a strange thing, as not many people are eating. They are consumed with talking with each other and clinging their glasses together. When they see me, some hold their glass up to me, and ask me if I would like some wine. I have some, then I hold up my glass of wine and toast with them.

I am walking out, thanking them. I see the handsome man again, asking me why I don't like him. I tell him I do like him, but I have to continue my walk. He tells me he will meet me further up, and I agree. As clear and vivid as it all is, it has a smoky and unclear view. I can see, yet I can't see their faces that clearly, and knowing that something as wonderful as this will have a sad ending.

My walk continues, feeling this is real. If I play my cards right, I can stay right where I am, and I won't have to leave after all. I can now feel the air that is clean and brisk. I feel I am walking home, looking for my door, and being greeted by my husband, the handsome man with the dark hair. I reach out and again my hands are gliding across the brick that lines the walls in this mysterious new home of mine. But where is my door? How do I find my home? Then I see the number 9 on a door and I walk in.

IT'S PARTY TIME

Life is tough, and it's one big fat reality. Never but never let your emotions get the best of you, so, do what you do that comes naturally, therefore, I carried on as I know and do best. I didn't need a weighty mess on my hands, nor a noose around my neck to be concerned about.

Dan eventually left, after all, he couldn't stay forever. Look, I hardly know the guy, and from what he told me about his screwed up situation that almost got him killed, well, it made me nervous. He was staying at a friends apartment like he said, and when he left, he told me he wanted to stay longer but told him he had to leave. I had things to do, and when he started to inquire about what I was doing for the rest of the day, I told him 'things'. I left it at that, and proceeded to send him on his way as I do all the rest. It's safe that way, just a romp, no feelings, no emotions, and once they start, I cut it off. That simple. I didn't want to have feelings for him as I was already having, and I decided to stop the nonsense. He wasn't any different then the rest, so my life goes on as usual.

I received some phone calls a little later after he left, where 'friends' wanted to come over for a party. I organized a simple get together with a few people, a few guys, a few girls, a few drinks, a little music, and we would be ready to enjoy the evening. Once they would all arrive, I would lock my door so others wouldn't intrude.

After we all settled in so to speak, we had a few drinks, and we all relaxed. We then got creative in a very unique way. We each had a partner and we painted our naked bodies with bright neon paint. When my handsome visitor painted my nipples, it felt cold to the touch.





It was not just paint but air brushing, spraying out paint that had a strange but nice sensation. He then painted me in slow moving strokes, covering every inch of skin from my neck to my vagina. I loved the way the paint felt on me. He painted me to look like a 'jungle woman'. He would turn me around, and started on my back side. Each 'brush' stroke went from the small of my back down to my ass and to the inside of my inner things. When I looked in the mirror, I was amazed at how incredible it turned out. Now it was my turn to paint him. I started at the top and worked my way down. When I got to his penis, I painted it a bright green, and made it look like a snake. We danced to music playing in the background and acted like crazy people.

My apartment resembled a cluster fuck of everyone naked, and just being a fun group with each other. Secrets were blurted out, not something anyone would have said if they hadn't been drunk. As the evening progressed, the night turned into morning, and by the early morning hours, everyone had left.

APT 9 NINE

GETTING OUT OF BED WAS HARD TO DO

I didn't want to show a lot of emotion. I usually don't do that. It wasn't easy getting out of bed with this gorgeous man next to me. He was sleeping and he looked so delicious, all I wanted was to wake him and dig my fingers into his flesh. I just stood there against the wall, looking, thinking, and telling myself not to think too deeply into this, as this could be just another 'episode' in the life of Ava in apartment 9nine.

I heard my door opening, so I walked to my visitor, not allowing anyone in. This certainly wasn't the time to disrupt a wonderful moment. I was clinging onto it, knowing all too well that's not the thing to do. I of all people know this. Yet I went with the flow, and not knowing what to expect, I didn't seem to care. After all, my life would go on if nothing came of this, nor should I want anything to come of us. He was just a man like all the rest.

Within minutes he woke up, and looked at me standing against the wall. His warm greeting was a sight to behold, and told me I should get back in bed with him. I did. He started to cuddle with me, something I hadn't done in a long time. He held me close to him, and lovingly patted my head, and the side of my face. He slid downward, kissing my breast's and telling me I had a sexy body that he wanted to ravish all over again. His hand glided down onto my stomach, massaging my belly with gentle pressure. It felt so good that I didn't want him to move his hand, to leave it right where it was. He began to add more pressure, massaging upward to my rib cage and downward again to the lower part of my belly. Hitting my g-spot, I came with no problem. It amazes me how that happens, he's not even inside me and I could come with just a massage in the right place.

His erect penis needed some attention that I gladly obliged to, yet first, lying there regaining consciousness from a wonderful organsm. I touched the top of his dick, smearing the precum around the head of his penis. I stroked it, putting it in me, as he now was on me, riding me good and hard. Just within a few thrusts, he came and he lay ontop of me, regaining his consciousness from a delightful little romp.

I was fidgeting in my seat, as I was looking at Dan, fantasizing about exploring every inch of his body. Remembering how he looked in my apartment, blood all over his body, how he looked in his hospital bed. I couldn't help myself, but all I could think about was having sex with him. I remembered a painting I saw in an art book by Odd Kerdrum of lovers kissing. I couldn't wait.

He slumped into my couch, cocooned comfortably as if he lived here. His comfort level was comforting to me, to see him like that, but out of the blue, I started to think if this guy may have had a wife that he wasn't telling me about. He said he didn't have anyone, but who really knew. Men tell you all sorts of things, while leaving certain facts out. Although I believed him, I had to not care whatever waited for him he could possibly return to.

The day turned into evening, and we left to eat at this very special restaurant. It was cozy and intimate, and had a bohemian feel to it. I wondered how many other women he had taken there. He was quite the gentleman, but all I wanted to do was to hurry back to my apartment and fall into his arms.

When we returned, he fell into the couch again, but I told him my bed was a lot more comfortable then the couch. He got up, grabbed me and kissed me hard.
We layed on the bed, slowly undressing each other. Bandages were taped on his chest and wrists, and his stomach was bandaged as well. I stroked his chest very gently, then touched his face, feeling his cheek bones, his jaw line, and his throat.

He looked into my eyes again and held his face right up to mine. He began slowly sliding his tongue over my lips from one end to the other. I then sucked his tongue, kissing him eagerly. I didn't want to hold back. I wanted him like I never wanted any other man I knew, and I didn't know why. I felt his muscular thighs wrap around me, feeling his chest rest on mine as he drew me closer to him. His weight on my body felt like a mass of muscles, and I was holding onto him tightly, while I stroked his back with my fingertips. He lifted himself up, showing me his erected penis, and he wanted me to stroke it. My hand covered it and I began stroking it, then kissing it gently. I put it in my mouth, sucking it and licking it up and down, feeling the veins from the base to the tip.

I couldn't wait for him to be inside me. He kissed my breasts with force, while holding me tight around the upper part of my body. His hands were wrapped around me, holding me tight, taking my breath away. He glided his mouth to my sides, kissing my rib cage. By now, I was screaming for him to enter me, but he waited to tantalize me all the more. At first, all I could was just lye there, and enjoy whatever he was doing to me.

He slid downward on my body and his mouth was on my vagina, his tongue sucking my clitoris gently, then licking it up and down, then harder until I came. He then entered me, and moved so rigorously, his hard penis penetrating me so deeply that I came again. He too came and with a loud moan, while I felt his cum inside me. Our fluids ran all over, saturating the sheets. I didn't want to close my eyes. I was afraid he would disappear as my 'phantom' did, and I would never see him again. I had to. I wondered if he wanted me as much as I wanted him. As we rested with his head on my chest, he lay there telling me how much I meant to him. I wrapped my arms around him with our bodies totally entwined with each other. Soon after, he made love to me again.

DAN COMES BACK TO MY APARTMENT

Dan was finally discharged from the hospital. He called and asked me if he could come by, and I told him he could. He said he was eager to see me, and to thank me for what I had done for him. I didn't think I did anything, but according to Dan, I did. So, I took the compliment, and left it at that, at least for now.

I couldn't wait to see him. He took a cab over, and when he finally arrived, I was so surprised. He was cleaned up, and he looked healthy. He walked slowly towards me, and I walked towards him as we both greeted each other with a hug and a kiss.

I had him sit down on my comfortable sofa, and offered him a drink. My choice was either coffee or something cold and he took a ginger ale. I asked him how his wounds were doing, and he said they were well into the healing stage, and he would be as good as new. He began asking me why I hadn't come back to see him after my first visit and simply told him that I didn't really know why. He stared at me, saying nothing at all. His beautiful brown eyes looked deep into my soul, and I didn't want him to know much about me so I looked away.

All I could think of was to touch him, to feel him like I did when we were at the hospital, and I wanted to devour him right then and there. I breathed easily, taking a few breaths, not showing him my eagerness. I just sat there, wanting to pull him into me.

So, I began asking him what incident had occurred that led to what nearly got him killed. I mean, you don't run into someone bleeding half to death in the middle of your living room on a daily basis, now do you?

He took a deep breath, and told me he would tell me, and then as he started to, I interupted him by asking if he wanted anything to eat. Then, I suggested that he wait to tell me, and since the day was bright and sunny, we should go outside to enjoy the city. He thought it a good idea, but really wanted to just sit with me, to talk and see where he was 'rescued' in a more clearer light.

Just then, someone was walking into my apartment. I went over to my visitor to tell him I was busy and not to come back until a few days. I spoke in a soft voice, and he was gone in seconds. Dan was about to leave, thinking a 'friend' came over and didn't want to intrude, but told him I had no plans. I locked the door.

He went into a deep dark explanation of his involvement with people he met at a club one night, and told me everything. I just sat there and listened with horror and amazement. How horrible to be caught up in something you have nothing to do with, then be blamed for it.

He drank down the cold ginger ale I poured for him, and asked to use the bathroom. When he came out, he fell back unto my couch, letting me know that he would move into an apartment with a friend of his, but only temporarily until he found an apartment of his own. I wasn't about to let him stay with me as it just wouldn't be the thing to do. I mean, I could have offered but as things were for now, it wouldn't go over very well.

We continued to sit in my living room, seeing him gaze over the entire room, taking everything in. He took my hand, and gently brought it up to his lips, and kissed it. He kept on looking at my hand, telling me what pretty hands I have. He admired my finger nails as well, and told me how lovely I was. I couldn't say anything. I just looked at his handsome face and knew he may still be in danger.

COME IN, AND TELL ME YOUR SECRET

Why don't you come in today and make yourself at home, ok? I'm talking to YOU, not my neighbor Mike, not Dan, not a visitor who popped in, but to YOU!

I'd like to hear some of your secrets? You do have some don't you? I know you do. Come inside and stay with me a while. I'm good company. And I'm a good listener.

Would you like for me to put the t.v. on? There.

We can still talk with the t.v. on. Whenever you want it off, I can shut it off, or you can do it.

So tell me, what's on your mind? What secret do you have that you'd like to get off your chest? Don't worry now, I won't tell anyone.

Ok, I'll go first.

When I was 21 I wanted to become a nun. So I thought. At 21 I really didn't know what I was going to do within the next ten seconds, no less make a decision on something like that, so in my mind I thought I would try it. Well, you don't try to become a nun. But what did I know? I was clueless and it was all a game to me. Anyway I went into this convent in New Orleans and told them I wanted to devote my life to God. I wanted to become a nun. At first they didn't believe me, telling me that giving up all the sins of the world, not doing certain things anymore would have to be a thing of the past. I told them that wasn't a problem.

I went in, and just two days later while I stayed there in a small room of my own, a priest came in and assaulted me. He told me to take my clothes off as I would need purification, and that there was a procedure to go through. I listened to whatever he told me to do, and stood there nude in front of a mirror. He asked me to name all my body parts as he pointed to them with a long pointer. I did. He then began to fondle my breasts, asking me how many men I had slept with. I told him not many, and he said he didn't believe me. He then began to hold me real close to him and held onto my thighs and began rubbing them. I knew this wasn't right, but thought I would give him a run for his money.

I played dumb, and told him I didn't know much, so I thought I would play him by acting out like I was naive and fuck with him. He wasn't bad looking so I didn't mind doing him. I could see this man wasn't a man of any spiritually of any sort, so he deserved what he was about to get. I asked him to be purified with me, as that would be something we could become one with, and he quickly agreed. He didn't take long to disrobe.

But not before he did a few more things to be. He put his hand on my vagina, and was pulling gently at my pubic hairs. He stroked upwards all the way to my neck, thinking he may now try to strangle me. He then had me lie down on his bed, massaging my breast's again, and then went to finger me. He was telling me how beautiful my body was, and that he had never seen such a beautiful woman before. I helped him get his robe off, and saw a nice hairy chest. I began to gently pull the hair on his chest and told him he too had a nice body. He told me he'd like to show me more of him, and so I saw more. I then pushed him down next to me and began stroking his dick. I then got on top of him, eager to stick it in me. I began humping him so hard, and being quite loud. He was afraid a nun would come in to see what all the commotion was. I told him I couldn't help myself, but hoping a nun would come in and see us. The bastard deserved to be caught.

Then I would stop, hoping he wouldn't come so fast. At this point, I didn't care if I got in trouble, after all, what could happen? They'd kick me out of the convent? I didn't want to stay anyway, especially when I learned what this asshole was all about. I wanted him to get caught. He kept on telling me to be quite, but I wouldn't be. He then tried to get me off him, but I stayed on him, when finally a nun came in from another door! I kept on riding him, only for him to come right in front of her. I started to laugh, with a big grin on my face, and asked him right in front of the shocked nun how he thought the 'purification' went?

He got up cursing me, and as I got dressed, more nuns came in, looking at his naked body while he was trying to get his clothes back on. I told them all that their priest attacked me, that me made me take my clothes off for some kind of bullshit purification ceremony. As they ran out of the room, I told him he was quite the asshole, and asked how many nuns he had already fucked in here.

As I went to my room to get my belongings, I told the head nun that I had no intentions of staying in a place where priests rape woman and that I was going to report him. She was apologetic, but then began accusing me for what happend. I told her I would have her investigated as well if she kept blaming me for something I wasn't responsible for. All I know is that he was caught and whatever became of him is unknown, but at least the nuns got to see a dick!