DAYS WITHOUT YOU

Have you ever wondered… If you could feel something more? If you could have it all? If you can get over your deepest desire? Well, this is my story. 1-Meet Up Two years of my life, that's how long I gave up my body for Daryl’s vanilla s*x before I snapped. I loved Daryl but I just couldn't sacrifice anymore for this relationship. I love s*x and if I have to be single forever just to be satisfied just the way I want it, I'll give up anything for that rod between their legs. And Daryl? He wasn't giving me what I wanted, so I complained several times. I told him how much I love dominance, rough, explicit and submission but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't satisfy me. “I know I've been with him for a long time and he is the longest relationship I've ever been in, and honestly I love him but you know what I love more?” I admitted. Zora sipped her wine and gave me a smirk before replying, “of course I do and you'll rather pick good s*x over a good man.” “Thank you.” I added as we both laughed together. Zora and I have been friends since I knew what friendship was, basically since kindergarten. She knew me more than I knew myself. We grew up together, our friendship strikes a bond between our families and it gets stronger by the day. She listens to my everyday tales and calls me out on my bullshit. Zora is never the friend to cuddle you when you're wrong, she has no filter and that's what I love most about her. When it comes to relationships Zora is very picky with her men,she prefers loud actions not just mere actions. We were raised in wealth and got everything we wanted but we didn't stop on our parents' money, we built empires and luxury to walk on so our men had to meet up. Zora dropped the wine glass,”Andrea, what do you say about drinks and dancing with the girls?” I rubbed my palm behind my neck. “That will be nice,I need to have fun and forget all my troubles.” Later that night, Zora and I met the other girls at the club, with limited cocktails, rising music, pounding music with bodies moving to the rhythm. I wore my favourite black merch dress, the one that clung to my body like a lover's promise. I always loved the way the dress made me feel. Zora and I decided that we were going to have fun together. When we finally walked into the club, we walked in a little slower than usual. Our heels clicking against the marble floor like a countdown, something in the air felt charged. The entire space boomed with the crowd as we moved to the lounge, we danced and swayed and everything was going fine. Zora had stepped out of the crowd with a stunning man, didn't get to see him but that's Zora for you. I waited by the bar and that's when I saw him. Across the room, standing alone in the bar, nursing a whiskey. Tall, sharp with broad shoulders, his eyes locked in mine like he already knew my secret, like he could smell the lust under my perfume. I felt it instantly, it seemed like he pulled me with his eyes and there was a spark in my lower belly. I turned towards the bar to avoid him or to be seen. “Hi beautiful.” A deep low voice came from the side. I turned to see who it was and he stood right in front of me, I didn't respond. I played the game of ignorance for a while. “Another whiskey.” He said to the bartender as he stared at me. “You know, staring is a crime.” I said finally giving him the attention. “At least it got you to speak.” He said and I giggled. The bartender dropped his whiskey and my cocktail on a toaster but the glass slipped, the cocktail splashed across his crisp white shirt. “I'm so sorry,” I gasped, grabbing a napkin, reaching towards his chest. “It's fine,” he said, voice calm, rich. But his eyes didn't leave me, he kept staring down at me. I could feel his gaze. “You smell so nice.” He whispered. I dabbed at the fabric, “Thank you, but I'm aware.” I lifted my eyes to meet him, and I returned to my seat. I wanted him, he looked dreamy with his piercing eyes in the club light. There was silence between us, neither of us moved. I thought to pull out my card and drop it on the table but I guess it's best we don't know the names and turned to leave. He held me by the wrist and then he whispered, “don't go.” With a dangerous smile playing on his face. I turned back at him with a smile “goodbye.” I didn't turn back to see his reaction but I'm happy I left him in that state. I want to go back and drag his neck and plant a kiss on that lip of his but I rather not, don't act desperate. Zora was nowhere to be found and I just knew she would be busy in a corner,anytime she went missing in the crowd, she was never missing but up to something filthy. The crowd was thick, bodies swaying under the low lights, bass vibrating through the floor. I squeezed between dancers, scanning the crowd until I caught a flash of her dress in the far corner. I froze not in shock but in wonder of when she'll ever stop. Zora was held up the wall like a decadent offering her knees wide, head tipped back, mouth parted in a soft open mouthed sigh. Between her thighs an unfamiliar figure knelt with the devotion of a worshipper, his face buried deep. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, lapping her like she was the only thing worth tasting in the room. Her fingers curled his hair, pushing him harder against her as her hips rolled in tiny desperate arcs. A ragged and throaty moan slipped from her lips sending an unwanted heat curling in my stomach. I should have looked away, instead my eyes followed the movement of his hands as they slid up her thighs,his thumbs brushing the slick folds before spreading her further for his mouth. Zora gasped, arching her breasts heaving beneath the thin fabric of her dress. I cleared my throat. Her eyes fluttered open, glassy with pleasure and she smiled at me like we were chatting over drinks. One hand tugged her dress down halfheartedly, though the man between her legs didn't pause for a second. I smiled back, “b***h, I'm heading home.” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “You need to get laid.” She moaned, hips pressing against his mouth. “Want me to come with you?” His hands closed over her breasts kneading them,his thumbs teasing her n*****s while his tongue flicked faster. She trembled, her breath hitching as another gasp escaped her. “Certainly not,” I blurted, turning towards the door before my own thighs betrayed me. “Byeeee!” The last thing I heard was Zora’s unbothered laugh, tangled with the sound of her pleasure chasing me all the way out into the night. The night was cold and I stood outside waiting for a taxi, my jacket tightly wrapped around me to feel warm. My heels pinched and just when I was about to give up, a cab slowed to the curb. I yanked the door open and slid inside. The driver asked for my destination and I had barely given it when the opposite door opened. Another passenger climbed in. The scent hit me first, my eyes darted to the side and my stomach gave a twist. Him. The man from the bar.