On My Way To You
I finally realized that I needed to end my last relationship.
Taking time to heal after the breakup has allowed me to reflect on my experiences, and I now see that it was a toxic situation for me.
As difficult as it was, I'm grateful that my ex-partner took the initiative to end things because I was too afraid to do so myself.
Looking back on that period, I now realize that the relationship was not worth the time and energy that I invested in it.
Although it wasn't easy to move on, I know that I made the right decision in the end.
I'm glad that I took the time to heal, and I'm excited to see what the future holds now that I'm no longer burdened by a waste of space.
Today is the day I finally meet Luke in person for the first time, and I'm feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
We connected through an online dating app a few months ago and have been getting to know each other through virtual conversations ever since.
We decided to meet in person, despite the fact that I'm traveling alone to another country.
It's a big leap of faith for me, but I had nothing to lose on a short vacation myself and I am ready to take a chance and see where it goes.
I took all necessary precautions to ensure my safety and that of those around me, including getting tested for COVID-19.
Thankfully, my results came back negative, and so did Luke's.
We both understand the importance of being responsible and taking necessary measures to protect ourselves and those we care about.
I arrived in Paris, the city of love, and checked into my hotel. I texted him to let him know I was there. To my surprise, he responded that he was already at our designated meeting place.
After taking a quick shower, I see my curls are still intact and proceed to carefully choose my outfit for the occasion.
I decided to wear my favorite black skin-tight dress with long sleeves, which covered part of my thighs.
The dress showcased my cleavage, and I made sure to push up my bosom to make the most of the occasion.
I completed the outfit with high heels and light makeup that accentuated my features.
I put on my face mask, ready to head out and meet him. The anticipation of finally meeting him in person made my heart race, and I couldn't wait to see him. Despite my nerves, I felt confident in my appearance and the impression I would make.
As I stepped out of my hotel room, I took a deep breath and felt ready for whatever the night had in store for us.
I sent him a text: On my way!
Luke: I'll find you when you get here.
I arrived at the restaurant and bar where he had invited me, after taking an Uber to get there.
The establishment looked luxurious and expensive, with a sophisticated ambiance that immediately caught my attention.
The music playing in the background was just the kind I loved, and it had me tapping my feet and swaying to the rhythm.
As I stepped inside, the hostess of the restaurant greeted me with a warm smile and welcomed me to the establishment. The attention to detail in the decor and lighting was impressive, and it made me feel as though I had stepped into a different world.
"I'm here for a reservation under Luke Richardson."
"You're Luke's date?" She looked at me with annoyance first but then grinned, "He's actually he's just over there at the bar. The man with the black jacket."
I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as I made my way over to where he was. With each step closer to him, my heart raced faster, and I could feel my palms getting sweaty with anticipation.
When I finally arrived, I noticed that his back looked slightly different than I had imagined, but I brushed off the feeling and focused on the moment. He was sitting alone with his mask still on, and I quickly sat down beside him, ordering a local beer and taking off my mask to take a sip.
However, to my surprise, he didn't seem to recognize me, and my heart sank a little. Despite the initial disappointment, I remained optimistic and decided to strike up a conversation, eager to see where the night would take us.
"Hey! It's me."
"Wow, you're really beautiful. Do you have a date?"
"You're not Luke?"
"I'm Wayne, actually. I know a Luke, but I'm not sure if he's your Luke. That's actually a pretty common name here."
"Oh, my mistake. Where is your Luke then? Is his last name Richardson?"
"Yes! He's actually in the loo, but hey, I can keep you company while he gets here. It would be a shame to leave you all by yourself with these predators."
"Are you one, though?" I wondered why the hostess told me to come to the wrong man.
"Consider me more as your protector for the night. Any friend of Luke is a friend of mine." He leaned in so close that if I leaned forward, our lips would meet.
I snapped out of it and leaned back further into my seat, and turned my head. So much for being a protector.
"Alright then," I muttered to get past the awkward moment.
"So what is your name?"
"I'm Delila. Nice to meet you."
"Wait, Delila? The Delila?" His eyes opened wide.
"Yes?" I said in confusion.
"Luke has been talking about you non-stop for the past few weeks. I'm glad you could make it! You really have him whipped." He took the last sip of his beer and ordered another one.
"I hope good things, though."
"Only the evil kind. He didn't tell me you got here, but I can see why. If you were my date, I'd want you all to myself. Not a soul would dare glance your way."
"Good to know," I said through gritted teeth, chugging the rest of my beer in one go. The bitterness of the drink felt soothing as it washed over my tongue, helping to ease the tension that had built up inside of me.
The awkwardness seemed to creep up on us once again, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy. I hoped that his friends wouldn't start hitting on me - while it was flattering, it made me feel incredibly uncomfortable.
To ease the tension, I asked the bartender to pour us some shots, which I quickly downed, hoping to loosen up a bit. However, I soon realized that I wasn't quite drunk enough for this - I needed something more to help me relax.
Back home, I was used to receiving compliments like those from men, but I always chose to ignore them. Here, though, things felt different - and the attention was starting to make me feel more uneasy than ever before.
As the bartender began to crack jokes, I found myself laughing harder than I had in a long time.
Suddenly, I felt myself falling to Wayne's side, our gazes meeting for a brief moment.
Despite the awkwardness and tension that had built up between us, I felt a spark of connection and knew that this night was far from over.
Suddenly I fell to Wayne's side and his gaze met mine.
As I reached out to grab Wayne to steady myself, I suddenly felt a hand grab me and pull me around.
It was a man, his brow furrowed with a look of annoyance.
But as I looked into his eyes, I felt a jolt of recognition - those emerald green orbs were all too familiar.
It took me a moment to realize who he was.Wayne started saying something, but I couldn't understand it. My head was in a daze with the man in front of me.
He lowered his mask, and before I had a chance to say his name Luke grabbed my face and devoured my mouth. All he did was take, and take, and take. I was very willing and giving too. He grabbed and touched me possessively as he kissed the life out of me, and I did the same.
For a moment, he slowed down and leaned back to look at me.
"Delila, It's you," Luke whispered in my ear, but before I could answer, his mouth continued his assault on mine.
Our lips mold addictively with each other in the most delicious way.
The connection I've felt all this time we have talked grew stronger with every movement that our eager mouths and tongues touched.
Luke pulled me back gently and took my hand, leading me to our table.
As I looked at him, I couldn't help but notice he was even more handsome in person than he had been in his pictures or our video chats.
And it seemed that the feeling was mutual - every time our eyes met, I could see a spark of attraction.
We had agreed to meet in a public place, just in case things didn't work out between us. But as the night went on, I knew that wasn't going to be the case. Every word he spoke, every gesture he made, only drew me closer to him.
After finishing our meal, Luke insisted on taking care of the bill, and we made our way over to say goodbye to Wayne and his friends at the bar. Luke's protective glare and stern frown quickly put an end to their advances.
Luke leaned close to me and whispered in my ear: "Let's get out of here," and then winked at me.
We headed back to his place, which was conveniently closer than my hotel. I could feel the anticipation building up in both of us as we were eager to be alone, away from the bustle of the city, just the two of us.
I couldn't help but admire how cozy and beautifully decorated his apartment was as we walked in.
It had a warm and welcoming ambiance that made me feel at ease.
As we entered his bedroom, I took a seat on his spacious bed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as I waited for what would happen next.
"Last chance to back out. When I take you, you are mine. To ravish, to fuck, to make love, to do whatever I want to. No one else. I want your body all for me."
I nodded and grinned. After all the times we talked about sex and what we would do to each other, the night was perfect for me.
I'd been sexually deprived and eagerly anticipated the release he would give me.
I didn't know how we would work out the fucking and the long-distance thing, but I'd be willing to try.
He leaned closer and grabbed a fistful of my hair, and brought my lips to his.
As he kissed me softly, I started to unbutton his shirt, I took it off him, and he let me without interrupting the kiss.
It suddenly turned lustful, craving for more of each other, and the next thing I knew, he had undressed me, and I had nothing on but my thong.
"So eager."
He turned me around and put me on all fours lowering my thong; he started to bite my ass gently and then opened it wide to lick its depths.
I gasped out of pleasure with his tongue's intrusion, and he went lower to my wetness.
Taking his time he ate me out as no one else had.
When he was done, he curved my back lower into the bed and plunged into me, making me reach my first high in minutes.
"So fucking ready for me."
I turned around, taking control, and opened my mouth, taking him all the way in until my throat made sounds with the friction.
He grabbed the back of my head in a fistful and moved it continuously using my rhythm.
His moans were getting louder, and I knew he was about to coat my throat, but he threw me on my back instead and positioned himself on top of me.
"You don't call the shots here. I'm not done yet. The night is just getting started." He wrapped his arms around me, pressing me impossibly closer to him. Then kissed me hard as he slid in. His movements of pleasure took me to a place of oblivion all night long.