Dear Diary:
It's a chilly Georgia morning. My cup of green tea is nearby and I'm tightly wrapped in my purple plush blanket. He's in the shower. He's very late for work, yet you wouldn't think so by long how he's been in the damned shower. The bathroom steam mixed with the cold air from the bedroom looks like translucent fairies dancing in the hallway.
This morning was the first time we spoke since he attempted to crash the event I planned for my Deputy friend. Yes, he came home early from his "assignment" and showed up to the event. He tried to show his natural light bright ass. Thankfully the Sarg was there to keep the drama down to a minimum.
The event itself was pretty wild,lol...that Sargeant of his is one nasty old bastard too. While giving him a bomb ass private performance, he gets down on all fours and starts eating my ass. He ate my booty so well,felt like I had a dick in my ass. The Sarg spanked my butt so well, he left bruises. During my sexy dance, I put one leg on his lap and he fingered my pussy til my juices came down to his wrist. Sarg licked his fingers,his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I thought he was about to have a seizure or heart attack or something the way he was acting,lol! Good thing I know CPR because I would have not went as hard as I did. Sarg and I did not have sex during his Platinum VIP session...well, not really. It did not "count" I shall say. Sarg was condom ready, soon as his lil pecker hit the entrance of my warm pussy oven, he came. Heyyy,that was the easiest money I've ever made, and the $100 tip wasn't bad either.
Things were all good til we heard this loud drama downstairs. Sarg and I stopped to listen, but we could not make out who it was doing all the fussing. "Man,do not go up there dog"we heard the Deputy say. The entire party got quiet, then next there was a knock at the door. "Hey Dream,can you open up the door we need to talk"it was my guy. I almost responded to him,but the Sarg covered my mouth and he replied instead "son,what's the problem can your Sarg unwind a little bit before we head into the office tomorrow...you know we got a couple cases to wrap up...and I wanted you to be the lead on this new case I got last night". All we hear was a hard sigh and "yeah sir sure". He left the party, and made no ruckus.
I'm sweating bullets when I go downstairs to check on the guest. My girls were shaking their heads walking toward me. "Girl,I tried to text your phone, but I don't think the signal good in here"one of them said. "Dream,how did he know about the party,somebody told his ass"said one of the dancers.
"YOOO DREAM"my Deputy friend yells and motions for me to come to him. "Yo boy almost ruined my party dog,what was his problem and he came with ANOTHER CHICK,but that's YOUR MAN though,dog,has mad issues...I'm glad Sarg was here to check his punk ass". "Hun,I had no clue this would happen, I wasn't expecting him home this soon, I apologize for his behavior tonight love and what wait....you said he came with a bitch"I asked. He confirmed by nodding his head. Before my assistant could stop me, I had my best friend Ray on the phone heading to our house to beat dude ass. See Ray is a former felon, and he is very protective of me and he hates all kinds of law enforcement...especially ones who try to run tired game on females. "Ray,he brought a bitch to MY event tonight and tried to clown on ME"I yelled into the phone. The phone was glued to my hear,Ray knew I was upset because I never handle money business while on the phone. "Look Dream, we gonna get that ass, I am in route to your place now, do not come right home wait 20 minutes to leave the party then come on aiight"Ray directed.
My whole demeanor changed. The girls were ready and my things were packed, all I had to do was have the ladies tip out and I could bounce. Med School, my assistant was being the voice of reason"are you sure you want to do this Dream,you know you love that man, is it really worth it, and hell yal both cheatin, so I do not see what the big fuss is about,if you really want to hear the reality of it all...so bitch do not lose your life over no damn mess". She better be glad that we are cool because I think I would've knock the hell out of her scary ass for talking to me like that because that night I was another bitch. "Look bitch, I am a grown ass motherfucking woman and you have no fucking clue what I deal with, with this man, so you need to just shut the fuck up, I know what the fuck I am doing, I got this bitch,so thanks 'ppreciate the concern but mind ya damn business on this one, and ain't nobody losing their life...I wish he would put his goddamn hands on me, so girl just stop it"I responded.
Med School and I hugged,she said "ok girl,be safe". I started my twenty minute delayed drive home. I got half way there,I called Ray to check and see what was going on. "Hey bro,what's up,where you at"I asked. "I am sitting in the car outside of yal house, parked in front of the mailbox across the street, glad you called I was sleep"he said. "Sleep,I thought you had a plan Ray,what the fuck"I nipped at him. "Hell,I was in the studio drinking some Courvoisier when you called"Ray explained. "You know what Ray,just go home,you ain't doing shit tonight, dude will whip your drunk ass if you try him,so gone home man,talk to you lata"I said. "Alright then,you sure you good Dream man,this cat needs his ass whipped for disrespecting you tonight love"he points out. "No babe,I am good, I am going to handle this the old fashioned way...kill him with silence&kindness....I am going to ride this out". We both said goodnight and hung up, I waved as I passed him leaving my block.
I opened the garage door, he has a different color car. Which meant he got back home early enough to get reassigned another work vehicle. Or did he trade the car before leaving for Puerto Rico with that female companion of his. This man think he is really slick, all I could do was shake my head coming into a complete dark house.
As I lift my suitcase to take it upstairs, he comes from out of nowhere. I did not speak nor did I make eye contact, he did not speak;however, he was looking for an explanation. I was not about to volunteer any information, so I remained quiet. He would not say anything, all he did was stare at me. I went upstairs since he wasn't talking about anything. He came upstairs behind me. He grabbed for my arm and I pushed his hand away. "Okay,I see you do not want to talk maybe tomorrow"he retreats downstairs to his office where he spent the night.
I got up early the next day to make sure all the trash was together, so he could take the bin to the street before leaving out. I walked passed his office, the door was locked and closed. His phone rings,he answered it quickly"hey what's up...yeah, I know, sorry about that,but I was going to call to explain...oh yeah...well,let's just cool out for a lil...things are getting too wild over here...I will call you when things change"he hangs up. I wanted to knock on that damn door so bad, but I tip toed back upstairs and scurried to bed before he noticed I was up lurking.
I know he was on the phone with the woman he went to Puerto Rico with, he was explaining himself too much. Plus, I installed a device into his phone,HA,I got the bitch name and number before the private investigator did. Her name is Felicia DeVry a Alpharetta resident and a married attorney. AND her wealthy husband found it very interesting that his wife went to Puerto Rico with my man. He found it so interesting that he beat that heifer ass the night I told him. AND she didn't like that nor did she like that he and I met up on more than one occasion. YES, I got very familiar with her spouse. Mr.DeVry can eat a mean pussy and his stroke isn't bad for a 58 year old rich guy. During these couple of weeks of silence at home, Mr.DeVry has been keeping me company and slightly spoiled with lazy romantic afternoons at the Loews hotel. The first afternoon he had their Chef come to prepare us a custom Southern lunch. Fresh greens,superb mac n cheese, the wine was divine and the steak you could cut with a butter knife. When lunch was over he drew me this awesome bubble bath. The Bose radio played soft classical music as he washed my curvy body. Mr.DeVry is an old school freak, he brought a waterproof french tickler. He made me cum so hard, but before I climaxed he grabbed a wine glass "stand up babydoll,here...cum in this glass...push very hard, I want all of your juices, I don't care if its mixed with your pee darlin,push...that shit...out...for me!" Flabbergasted, yet utterly aroused I did as Mr.DeVry requested.
The rest of our meetings were different, the Chef had already prepared lunch before I arrived, and Mr.DeVry became my bitch boy slave. He wore a black Zentai suit,nothing showing but his lips. Each day he would have a different costume for me to wear. I donned a traditional leather Dominatrix outfit,a Roman Goddess costume and a Victorian Princess costume. I am not sure where he got these costumes but they were hella expensive,the fabric quality was excellent. And with each costume change came different freaky request. On the day I wore the Dominatrix outfit, Mr.DeVry begged he could smell my ass, he pleaded that I fart in his face, he followed me around the suite on his knees and he watched me use the toilet. He deeply inhaled my stinky shit, when I got up to wipe my butt he slowly pushed my hand out the way and forced his head into my plump cheeks. I leaned forward, he rubbed his face deeper into my shitty crack. He scooped some of my poop out of the toilet and massaged it all over his Zentai suit. Yes, Mr.DeVry was covered in my doo doo,lol...that kinky yuck shit-like literally. I think he had his Chef put some laxatives in my lunch that day too because I've never had a stool that loose and the extreme urgency after eating spinach and white cheese pizza.
On the day I was his Roman Goddess "Julia"as Julia he was my demented young lover. Mr.DeVry went back to his childhood that day,lol,he dressed in a oversized baby snap bottom 1piece t-shirt. He worshiped my breast, my nipples are still healing from him aggressively sucking them. He whined and cried mocking a rotten toddler, he wouldn't shut that shit up until I massaged his dick. He asked me to baby powder his bum and Vaseline his anus. And he sucked his thumb when I milked his prostate. That Mr.DeVry, he really loves his asshole played with.
Our last meeting, I was the Victorian Princess Dream. The lunch was over the top. Fresh fruits, all chocolate covered. A whole roasted chicken, turkey breast, gravy, wild rice, red smashed garlic potatoes, numerous seasonal vegetables, all kinds of breads, pies, a cupcake tower, and a candy table a child would OD for. This was truly a meal suitable for royalty.
No Zentai suit for Mr.DeVry on this day, he wore his Ralph Lauren tux, and wow did he look very dashing. Bright clear skin,6ft3in...with curly salt&pepper hair and no stumble on his face. He definitely had that Barack Obama swag going on. He fed me, whatever I put on my plate...he fed it to me and lightly cleaned my face when I was done. He applied a gentle kiss to my lips and one to my forehead then took my hand leading me to dance. That was the longest waltz I've ever danced, and the first time my partner and I were naked when the music stopped. He bowed to me, and insisted that he pick up my big booty up before we got onto the bed. Amazingly, he did not drop me nor did his back give out. On that day of being the Victorian Princess Dream, Mr.DeVry, Felicia DeVry's husband made passionate love to me. His strokes were deep,filled with sensuality. He made my knees shake from the orgasms he gave. I saw his eyes moist with tears he held back. I placed a finger under his eyelid and a waterfall started. There was nothing either of us could say. I pulled him closely in my bosom and tried to make it okay. When the afternoon was over, we both knew it was time to cease the building affair. We watched each other delete our numbers out of our phones, hugged and went our separate ways. I never heard from Mr.or Mrs.DeVry again. Now checking his phone records, she never contacted my man since then either. I bet things worked out just fine for them,I am happy I was able to save a marriage.
He's finally out of the shower. He cracks the bathroom"baby,I am not going to work today,I'm staying home with you, we need some time alone today...you know like we use to,no phones...no computers...just us, in our house,our bed together...what you think bae"he asked. I had to think about what he was asking,I didn't respond right away. Ten minutes later, he comes out the bathroom wrapped in a towel, smelling too damn good. He gets in my face"woman,you heard me talking to you, I said let's spend some quality time together today,what do you think about that". I had no emotion on my face, yet when I replied back to him my face went into a full cheshire cat grin"Yes,that is fine dear".
We've been in bed all day, he is asleep next to me, in full snore mode. That make up sex must have been off the chain, he is smiling in his sleep. He looks so innocent when he's sleeping, so damn lovable and I cannot help but to apply soft kisses to him during his slumber.
I am not sure what tomorrow holds for us. I am not sure will I ask about the scratches on his back, that I did not put there. And I am not certain if he'll bring up the purple bruises on my inner thighs. All these things could corrupt us, if we allow it. Today I am not thinking about the bad,my pleasant thoughts are with the man I chose to love...who happens to be the person who is in this bed with me right now.
A courier left a brown envelope at the door, its from the private investigator. That envelope will be there tomorrow, therefore that's where it shall stay until tomorrow. And we will deal with it tomorrow. Got to finish up. He's waking up now, ready to fuck me again really good.
Take care&stay tuned
~Dream~
