Wicked Game – Anna's Story
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Hazel eyes stare back at me through the bathroom mirror of room 425 of The Regency Hotel. Eyes that reveal the inner longings of my heart. Longings mocked and tortured by the wedding band visible as I line my eyes with charcoal. I know I shouldn’t be here but I have to be.
Too long I have lived my life in service to others denying myself even the smallest pleasures. Before I met Ron I hadn’t thought twice about self sacrifice. That’s what marriage and motherhood is all about right? Putting aside yourself and living for others? If that’s the truth then why do I find myself in this hotel bathroom awaiting the arrival of a man, not my husband?
A summer storm had grounded my flight to Florida a few weeks back. It was suppose to be a weekend with the girls. The kids were at summer camp and my husband, Keith, was off at a golf tournament all weekend. I was going to meet the girls in Florida, enjoy the sun, pamper myself at a spa, just take some time for me. Instead, I found myself drinking in the airport lounge. This is where I met Ron.
Neither of us are the kind of people who would stand out in a crowded room. Years of marriage and parenthood has taken it’s toll and left us both looking rather plain. Yet there was a light that radiated from Ron. An inner passion that made his eyes sparkle. Speaking with him over dinner and through to the wee hours of the morning was like having two long lost souls reunited. Parts of my heart, long since closed off, had opened allowing desire, passion and renewed love to pour out.
When we parted, just shortly after 2am, I could not stop thinking about him. I love my husband and children. I would never leave them but the connection I felt with Ron, was deeper and stronger than anything I had experienced before.
That connection is what has brought me here tonight. The invitation to meet me at 7:00pm was sent to Ron via courier. Rose petals lightly dusted over the bed and across the room. The smell of jasmine fills the room, teasing my nostrils, exciting my senses. Candlelight flickers off the walls casting shadows that looks like people dancing. They are dancing to the sound of Chris Isaak, the sound that above all others drives my body in to a state of passionate longing.
Scenes flip through my mind like a viewfinder, sending a shiver down my spine. Keith on our wedding day, smiling bright, rogue tears threatening escape. My laughing little girls running through the sprinkler. Then Ron, dear sweet Ron. Vaguely I see his face but the eternal soul behind his ice blue eyes weaves itself effortlessly with my yearning soul, becoming one in the ether of the universe. Another shiver overwhelms me. I grip the edge of the sink, desperate to hold on to some form of reality. Even the smooth finish of the porcelain feels somehow surreal.
The door to the hotel room clicks shut beyond the bathroom. My heart stops. He’s here. Sensing him so close I feel weak. Like a puff of smoke meeting a gusting breeze I can feel my reservations lifting from me. I completely give in to my need, my desire, my unquenchable thirst for true intimacy. As a lonely wolf calls out in the night, Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game” calls to me, filling me to overflowing with a craving for cherished closeness.
Heart pounding, body blazing I stand to meet my lover. I can feel him inside of me already. Our souls commence their union. I open the door to him standing among the flickering candlelight, showing the blazing desire in his eyes.
The world was on fire
No one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you
“Hello, Ron. I’m so very glad you could make it.”
I approach my soul mate, Chris Isaak revealing my innermost thoughts.
No, I don’t want to fall in love (this love is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don’t want to fall in love (this love is only gonna break your heart)
With You
With You
With Ron, is the only place I want to be right now. I take his hand in mine, kissing his warm cheek gently, my heart spilling over as warmth rushes toward it. Guiding him toward the sofa, I playfully urge him to sit with a light shove on his strong chest. My whole body is blushing. I wonder if he sees it. The cheeky smile on his face endears me to him, melting me completely.
What a wicked game you play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
Straddling Ron’s lap I feel the heat rising from his swollen pleasure. My body responds. I want him with everything I am. Every cell in my body screams for his touch. I press my lips against his, allowing our bond to tighten, passion igniting. Years of unacknowledged longing burst from deep inside of me and I can no longer restrain. Our bodies draw in to each other close and closer still. Lips search each other hungrily.
I feel Ron shudder as my hands grasp at his exposed flesh. He is as affected as I am. Yearnings combine, passions release. Pulling me close Ron tastes the flesh of my belly. Moans escape as I let my head fall backward. Wandering lips make love to my belly then lower, gently brushing the delicate petals below. My breath is heavy. I shudder when I feel the tease of his tongue between his luscious lips, my body wakens intensely. Nipples tighten. Skin surges with heat.
Grasping Ron’s head I push him away. I love the look on his face. As though I am the most beautiful being he has ever seen. I feel beautiful with him. I feel special with him. Like I’m the only person in the world. Tonight, we are the only people in the world. Two souls, infinite possibilities.
Together we stand, slowly walking towards the edge of the bed. My hands release him from the clothes that remain, freeing his natural form to be accepted in to my embrace. Moulded together as one, our flesh presses against each other. Ron’s obvious pleasure excites me. I throb with excitement allowing the scent of desire to seep between us.
We fall together on to the rose petal bed. Now is the time for the peak of intimacy. I need him. Only Ron can make me feel as I’ve longed to feel in a man’s arms. Tenderly I embrace the evidence of his passion and press it to my beaconing opening. Legs wrap his waist pulling him deep. The sensation of being full up with Ron’s love is beyond any ecstasy experienced with any other. My hips control the rhythm and force of our lovemaking. I feel the power of Ron’s pleasure, his struggle to contain himself. This excites me more. Shivers continually shudder through my pelvis and over my skin. Our moans fill the room as we rock together to the edge of orgasmic bliss.
The force of our mutual release requires us to grip each other tightly so as not to disconnect. Ron fills me with his orgasm amplifying the already uncontrollable tidal waves of ecstasy. Our bodies shudder together. Heavy breaths subsiding together.
Completely united, body and soul, the evening is spent responding to each other’s desires.
The sun creeping over the horizon gently guides me back to my reality. Ron sleeps quietly as I pack my bags, prepared to return to my life of commitment. I post a note on the mirror and glimpse another view of my souls true match. I pray he knows how much this has meant to me. How he unlocked a piece of my heart that had been forgotten. Ron, would never be forgotten.
Grabbing my bags I re-enter the real world, leaving behind the words of my heart:
I never dreamed I’d love somebody like you
I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you
