3 - ANYSSA
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ANYSSA
ANYSSA’S THIRTY-BEFORE-THIRTY LIST
“H i, guys! It’s Nys again. This time, I’m checking in from Curacao. For those of you who aren’t familiar with Curacao, it’s a beautiful Dutch Caribbean island known for its coral reefs teeming with marine life and, as you can see behind me, gorgeous beaches tucked into coves,” I say, panning the camera so that my viewers can see the beautiful green waters rolling behind me.
The wind picks up, forcing me to speak a little louder.
“Curacao is part of what’s known as the ABC islands, which are Aruba, Bonaire, and Curacao. I just arrived yesterday, and I’ll be leaving Sunday evening and heading home to Atlanta, so that’s six days and five nights in this tropical paradise. I’m here as part of a press trip, but I’ve extended my stay by two days just to have fun.
“As you can hear, it’s quite windy now, and they’re expecting storms, but it’s still beautiful, and I’ve been getting as much beach time in as possible. I’m staying at the Blue Bay Curacao Golf and Beach Resort. They have luxurious accommodations and excellent, attentive, and friendly staff,” I say, flipping my camera around so the viewers can see the resort where I’m staying.
“Now, for those curious about where I am on my ‘Thirty-Before-Thirty’ List, I’ve ticked off all but a few items. To check out my list, find my website in the comments below. I’m still searching for my next destination to find true love. Drop your comments below for suggestions on where I should travel next. Bye-bye for now.”
I click the camera off and wink at my partner, who’s beckoning me back to the chaise lounge with him. He smiles and waves a delicious orange-yellowish drink with cherries and pineapples bobbing on the surface of the fruity concoction.
Laughing and shaking my head, I return to the dark-skinned, gorgeous man with deep dimples, light brown eyes, and thick, curly hair.
“How do you know that you have not found true love with me,” he asks in his thick island accent.
He reaches for my hand and pulls me gracefully onto his lap as thunder rumbles in the sky, causing people to look up.
“Mm, Aarlin, you’re spoiling me,” I moan as he presses his cool lips against my neck while holding the straw of my drink to my lips for me to take a sip.
“That, my love, is my intention: to make you fall helplessly in love with me.”
Giggling, I shake my head. “No, you’ve been watching my channel too much. You know about my quest.”
Shrugging, he replies, “I am guilty of watching your channel, which is why I sought you out when you first arrived. Can you blame a man for wanting to be part of your quest for love and happiness? I hope that your journey ends here, in my arms.”
He wraps them tightly around me as I set my drink on the little table beside us and lean further into him. A soft rain falls around us, and people start packing up.
It’s no secret that I’ve had many lovers. I’ve enjoyed almost as many lovers as countries I’ve visited, and that’s quite a lot.
After each trip, I debrief with my followers on my channel. I share my highlights, whether food, culture, or shopping. Yet, it’s still my flings that they look forward to hearing the most about. And when I leave Curacao, Aarlin will be no exception. I’ll talk about the wonderful time that I had with him, as well, and I’ll highlight his good points and share his flaws.
“I don’t think my journey has concluded, Aarlin.”
“How can one know?”
The rumble of thunder grows louder, and more people rush to leave the beach, but we remain.
“Oh, trust me. My heart will know when it’s found true love, but I’m happy to have fun on the voyage in the meantime,” I say as he tweaks one of my nipples through my bikini top.
We kiss for a while as the rain continues. Despite all the movement, we continue kissing and hugging each other. I know it won’t be long before we head inside like everyone else.
“Shall we return to my suite, my love?” he asks after a few minutes, nibbling my ear as my nipple hardens at his torturous touch.
My pussy throbs, and I can’t resist the irresistible tug that his mouth has on every part of my body as his kisses move from my ear to my shoulder and his hands grip my hips.
Hopping up from the chaise lounge, I grab my drink and camera and smile playfully at him before I sprint toward the resort hotel. Aarlin is right behind me, and though I know I’m in great shape at twenty-nine, he’s quite athletic, in bed and out for a thirty-six-year-old.
“We’re going to get soaked if you don’t hurry!” he shouts, passing me up as my sprint turns into a light jog and then a stroll.
“Don’t you hear that?” I ask as we approach the hotel doors.
“What?”
“The music.”
“That’s coming from the hotel lobby. It always plays music into the parking lot.”
“Wait.”
“For what?”
“I want to dance in the rain.”
Aarlin stops and stares at me as if I’ve lost my mind.
“Please!” I shout, stretching my hand toward him as he stands in the doorway.
He looks back into the confines of the dry hotel and then back to me. Reluctantly, he steps into the rain with a hesitant smile.
“How can I deny a beautiful girl her wish?”
Aarlin takes my hand into his left and wraps his right arm around me. Pulling me closer, he moves slowly to the beat of the music.
He hums softly while the rain falls around us, bouncing off his curls, curling mine into springy coils, and kissing our eyelashes. The soft vibration of Aarlin’s baritone wraps me in a cocoon of peace.
Rain pelts the sidewalk, and thunder rolls through the air even though the sun still shines.
“It is kind of peaceful and romantic, isn’t it?” he says.
“Yes. It’s one of the things on my ‘Thirty-Before-Thirty’ List.”
“How did you come up with that?”
“My list? I watched my mother sacrifice so much for me. I want to have a family someday, but there is so much that I want to experience before starting a family. So, I created a list of things I want to happen before I’m thirty when I plan to focus on a family. I’ve been working on them for the last few years but slowed up.”
“This was an easy one to make come true. I’m glad you chose me to be your partner,” he says, his eyes sparkling with humor.
We continue swaying in the rain as cars pull in and out for valet parking, and people rush into the hotel. People coming and going glance at us. Some stop and watch under the safety of the hotel’s awning, and others shake their heads at our foolishness.
When the song ends, we head into the hotel with water dripping from our bodies, heads, and faces. Some people mill around the elevators, waiting for a car to free up. When one arrives going up, Aarlin tugs my hand, pulling me back.
“What?”
“Not yet.”
We let two more cars go before no one is left at the bank of elevators except for those departing.
He presses the button for our floor, and as soon as the doors close, Aarlin pulls me close to him.
“Have you ever fucked on an elevator before?” he asks.
“Quite a few,” I moan as he presses the stop button on ours.
I met Aarlin the first night of my arrival, and we instantly clicked, sharing drinks, talking about our travels, and finding places we’ve both traveled to muse about, and we’ve flirted a lot. On the second day, we flirted more and became extremely physical but not quite having sex. The third day was a no-brainer for me. I found myself in the pool late at night with him thrusting inside me.
To my amusement, the resort manager came out, clicking on the lights just as we finished. I retied my bikini, and we slipped out of the water, claiming we were training for the Olympics for the next year and that he was my coach.
I don’t think she bought that lie, but it was enough for her to smirk and get that twinkle in her eyes. She left us alone, and we rushed to Aarlin’s room from the pool area.
“You don’t have any protection on you,” I mumble as his hand slips into my bikini.
“I don’t need it for what I’m about to do,” he says, kneeling before me as he slides my bikini aside.
Greedily, Aarlin sucks at me, wasting no time teasing me. He’s hungry, and he wants what he wants. I’m horny and need what I need, so I readily give it to him. Splaying my legs wide and slumping against the elevator wall as he grabs a leg and props it over his shoulder, I shove my hips forward.
His tongue is hot, and his mouth covers me entirely as he drinks and drinks from my well. My nipples ache, and my back thrusts forward with my hips arching out, giving him more and more until I beg him to release me.
“Mm-mm,” he mutters with his mouth full of my pussy.
Aarlin slips a finger inside of me along with his tongue and rotates it inside of me as his tongue pulses against my clit. My body shudders, and a thought occurs to me. Is this all that it will ever be for me? One lover after another who makes my body feel good but doesn’t touch my soul or my heart? A lover who knows how to finesse my body and take me to deeper heights but cannot move my spirit?
I want more than this, and I need more than this. I am a strong, independent woman who needs my king. A man who sees my value and strength as an asset to him and not a hindrance, not a barrier to his success or a threat to his manhood.
I’m looking for someone who knows himself, yet I don’t mind humbling myself to him to be my leader, protector, and strength.
Aarlin lifts my other leg over his shoulder, and I’m now sitting on his face as he buries himself inside me, rapidly rolling his head back and forth. His hands squeeze my ass, and I feel one finger slipping inside of my ass, and it’s the most incredible feeling in the world, being penetrated back there.
I don’t hold back the scream that’s building within. Although I’m uncertain what floors we’re trapped between, it doesn’t matter. The scream that unleashes from within me is nothing less than earth-shattering, mind-blowing, and mountain-moving.
Anyone who hears the scream knows that I’m caught in the throes of a very enthralling orgasm. They know that someone is bringing me great pleasure and that I’m in no danger other than death by orgasm.
My legs tighten around Aarlin as my hand braces the wall to the side of me and the one behind me as we are wedged in the corner. Slowly, Aarlin lets me down, and a smirk dances on his lips as he winks at me.
“Still don’t think that I’m the love of your life?”
“Maybe the love for this week. Can we be satisfied with that for now?” I ask as he presses the button to start the elevator again.
He winks, takes my hand, and doesn’t reply but tugs me off the elevator and down the hall to his room once the doors open.
“. . . I’m starting to think that you purposely look for a man’s imperfections to have an excuse as to why you can’t settle down.”
“Don’t start that shit with me, Kayla Michelle.”
“I’m just saying. There’s always a reason why ‘he’ can’t be the one, yet you claim you’re looking for love. If you want to be an international ho, then just say it. No one’s judging you.”
“ That sounded very judgmental, and I have no problem being an international lover . I mean, men do it. Why can’t we?”
“You do realize that your reasoning is implausible.”
“How?”
“You’re the one who always says that men have their place and women have theirs and that we shouldn’t try to compete. You always say that we should excel in our different spaces and that it’s okay not to want to be the same as men because we weren’t created like them. We’re a different species; therefore, we should operate differently, accepting and embracing our differences. Now, you’re comparing yourself to a man. That’s counterproductive to the stance that you’re always making, that’s all.”
I sigh and fall back on my bed, closing my eyes.
“Kayla,” I whine, dragging her name out. “I did not ask for you to be logical tonight, did I?”
“I’m just saying. Why can’t this guy Aarlin be the love of your life?”
“For one, he’s stalkerish. Two, his cunnilingus game is on point, but his dick action could use some work.”
“Thought you said he was good in bed.”
“Good ain’t great. Three . . . My heart isn’t jumping out of my chest whenever I see him or hear him calling my name, that’s why.”
“And you believe that when you fall in love, you should experience rapid heartbeats, sweaty palms, loss of breath, and fainting.”
“No. You sound like you’re describing atrial fibrillation or panic or anxiety attacks. I’m not saying that at all, but I should feel something other than the pulsating in my va-jay-jay, shouldn’t I? Hell, maybe I’d even settle for a man who entertained me continuously with good conversation, an excellent sense of humor, and made my pussy feel like she had a heart attack.”
“That’s crass.”
“It’s true.”
“When did you decide you want the love that romance novels and movies are made of? You once told me that was enough and that you didn’t need more. You said if the man could have your toes curling and have you screaming to the top of your lungs, that was good enough.”
Sitting up on the bed and pulling my knees to my chest, I rest my head on my knees. “Mm, that was when I was dating Tony and needed a real man to give me what I needed.”
Kayla laughs in my ear. “You’ve got plenty of them, don’t you?”
“Men?”
“No. Excuses.”
Laughing, I flop backward on the bed again and say, “You’re right.”
“I’m not judging you, Nys. I just want you to be open to love, truly open without all the expectations you place as a barrier to keeping a man from your heart and not true signs used to vet a good man.”
“Because you’re looking out for my best interest.”
Laughing, she says, “Someone’s got to. After all, you don’t care about that poor heart of yours at all. The only thing you’re looking out for is your va-jay-jay.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” I say, thinking about Aarlin.
I promised to meet him and a few of his friends tonight for dinner on the beach and then spend the night with him.
“All I’m asking is that on your next venture, you’re open to more than just sex with a man. Look at him as a potential partner, especially a lifetime one, and not just a bedtime partner for the next week or so. Think you can do that?”
“You make it sound like I’m shallow.”
“Not shallow, just thinking with your hole and not your brain, girl.”
“Goodbye, Ms. Wyndham. I have a dinner I’m supposed to be at in half an hour, and I haven’t showered or dressed yet.”
“Okay, just promise me that you’ll be open.”
“Oh, I’m always open,” I quip, scissoring my legs back and forth through the air, giggling.
“Not talking about that hole of yours either,” she says knowingly.
“Okay, I promise that the next man that I meet on my next venture, I’ll be open to the possibility of more than just a casual fuck.”
“So tactless,” she groans, ending the call.
I met Kayla at a vlogger’s conference eight years ago, and the two of us clicked and became fast friends.
I glance at the clock again, groan because I have no idea who these friends of Aarlin’s are and if I want to be bothered with them, then hop off the bed to shower and dress.
If nothing else, I should get a good screw out of tonight, literally or metaphorically, depending on how dinner goes.