First meeting with StoneyPoint

My back ached from the long morning of pleasuring myself to his memory, or was it a fantasy? I do not know, it was all too real to me. Stoney… he was anything but. He was emotion and tenderness and with every caress of a fallen word I drifted off into my head. I replaced his Ravyn with the true Ravyn. The dark haired, dark skinned beauty that I am known to be.

I found myself staring at myself in the mirror. Wishing I could fit the mold he put me in. My ebony to his alabaster. Maybe my piercings would scare him off. Or the kink that I am into… I unlaced my corset and let it slink to my hips before I unzipped the matching latex mini skirt that barely fit around my ample derriere. I tugged at my pierced nipples wishing I could feel his lips there… again. Had it happened? Had he touched and kissed me? My head buzzed with a million thoughts. Should I get the room? 309 The one he ravished me in. The one that was covered in my moans and whispers, my screams and desires. I could feel the wetness building up between my thighs as I found a hotel in the local phone book. I could feel my nipples tingling as I reserved the room, our room…309.

I emailed him, my heart racing. My fingers pounding into the keys -Third floor, left, room 309. I’ll be waiting. I’ll leave the door open a little- Had this been real or had it all been in my head and if it had then how could he know where I’d be before… before…

Maybe it was his instructions for me. I got to the room a few hours before he was to arrive.