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?