LA Story

I love LA, even in the rain. I love LA because Ray is in LA and Ray takes me to places no one else takes me. I met Ray in my hometown, but I knew from the moment he touched me that I needed to have him. Shawn had escorted me to an office function for the company Shawn and I worked for at the time, so we were very formal and polite, but when Ray walked into the room I nearly creamed my panties. He is movie-star gorgeous, with the body of an athelete and a booming personality. Ray took over the room immediately, something that is not easy when Shawn is holding court. Shawn knows Ray only through the company, so meeting in a business setting would make sense, but he knew it would drive me crazy, too. He introduced us in the middle of a small crowd of people, then leaned in and whispered something to Ray, who smiled a dazzling, sexy smile in response. My knees almost buckled. Ray was very polite as he made a show of kissing my hand, and I gave Shawn a look. Shawn just smiled at me. I was dying.

After an hour of small talk and drinks, I needed to powder my nose, so I found my way to the ladies room (we were at a downtown hotel.) As I left the ladies room, Ray took my hand and led me to a small alcove, where he kissed me and grabbed my ass under my cocktail dress. In no time he had a finger in my cunt, his tongue down my throat and was undoing his zipper. He pulled out his cock and pushed my head down, holding my hair, fucking my mouth. We heard some people approaching from around the corner, so he let me go and we put ourselves together just as a couple of senior executives turned the corner. They were mildly startled by the sight of a junior programmer and (I would later discover) a very big client of the company, slightly disheveled, talking in a back corridor of the hotel. I knew my days with the company were numbered, but I also knew I would see a lot more of Ray.

So I'm off to LA. I love LA.

Never on Sunday

That's what I should have said. Thomas is a regular, not very big but dark as a moonless night and quite rough. He loves to fuck my ass, then beat it with his belt, then come in my mouth. This week he slapped me around a bit, which I liked a lot. I used to see him more often, but now he only comes over when he's angry, and I'm a little frightened whenever he calls. I love the rough play, but I wonder if he might lose it at some point.