“Well in the spirit of secrecy, I have a plan,” I said just before filling Michelle in.
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Rayna
It was a scorching afternoon in July and I’d just stepped out of the spa and was feeling great. I was grateful to Azmir for his urging me to go at his expense, of course. As I received my massage, I reflected on my life and how stable it was. I was keeping up with Akeem’s commissary and lawyer’s fees. My greatest hopes were for a soon release date. I had thought of going home for Thanksgiving to visit Chyna and my grandparents. The last time I’d called my grandfather had taken ill. Michelle’s health was fair and Erin was developing quite nicely. Life was stable.
My relationship with Azmir started taking shape. We indeed began spending more time with each other. And while it was new for me, I must admit I enjoyed getting to know him better as well as his inner circle. Our intimacy expanded far beyond what I thought my heart could ever handle. Azmir was different from what I’d dreamed of in a companion, if I’d ever dreamed. He studied me, taking cues from my inclinations, my routines, and tested out every theory. If I orgasmed from behind or with one leg up over his shoulder, he tried it again and timed it to precision so when he returned to test his theory he could anticipate the outcome.
Just like when he made my body quake on a boat in the waters of Cabo San Lucas during the setting of the sun. He laid me, limb for limb across the intimate cabin cruiser that we traveled on for our brief weekend excursion and tortured my hungered body relentlessly with his deft tongue and then repeating a similar process when he stroked me with famine and virile possession of my body. That experience changed my existence.
Azmir contemplated my body, measuring it at every touch. Even when I was out of commission, tending to business with mother nature, he seemed to have trained himself to respond to my physiological needs without prompting, keening himself to those of my emotions. His care was gauging and contemplative. His touches were deliberate and well strategized and though he never spoke about it, I’d picked it up. It was something I’d never had.
The more he stripped me physically and demanded my body to submit to his needs the more I was made aware of my inner blemishes. These things developed a debilitating panic inside of me, causing me to fear that he’d one day soon be awakened to my darkest secrets and most threatening deficiencies. I didn’t want to expose the imperfections in me, didn’t want to acquaint him with my scars. And at every turn of his discovery, I fought with desperation of self-preservation.
As I waited for valet to bring my car around my phone rang snapping me out of my trance, it was Michelle.
“What are you doing, girl?”
“Just getting out of Serenity. What’s up with you?”
“Oh, nothing at all. I just emailed you our itinerary for next week. Our flight leaves out of LAX at eleven twenty, babe. Okay?” she informed.
“No problem, Shelly. I’ll be there with bells. Are you guys sure I can’t at least pay for my flight?” I sighed. I mean, it was generous enough that we were going to The Bahamas and staying at the Atlantis resort.
“No, Rayna. Don’t worry about anything but having a good time. We are all excited about going to the Caribbean, girl!” Michelle was filled to the brim with glee. Secretly I was happy about vacationing as well, even if it was with her friends.
“What plans does Azmir have for you?” she asked.
“He’s been so apologetic about being out of town the entire week of my birthday. We’re going to dinner next week. I guess that will be our time of celebration.”
“Oh? Where?”
“Not sure.”
“You know, Rayna, I can’t believe you didn’t tell your boyfriend about your birthday. That’s off this planet!”