CONFESSIONS OF A STR8 MASSAGE THERAPIST 9

Jeffery woke up in his bedroom both eyes wide open looking at the ceiling. Visions of the events that happened through the night leading up to hours before now filled his head. He did not remember how he got home or if he even showered. It was apparent he showered has his towel was dangling on the chase at the foot of the bed. He tried his best to gather himself, but he could not get beyond the details of the nights events. Was he gay? Why did Deron’s azz feel so good to him? Who else knew about him and was plotting to get at him?

He felt empty and longed for someone to hold him. What the fuck was this thought? I’m a mutha fuckin man, since when do I need someone to hold me? He palmed his face and light weight shook it at the same time. Evidence of the morning was apparent by the tent in the covers that swept over his body. It was obvious that He had showered and rushed to bed as all he had on was a pair of boxers he had to have snatched from the dresser. He looked down at the tent and back up at the ceiling. He was torn as he felt as though his dick betrayed him; it still got hard when being manipulated by the hands and body of this DUDE! Who obviously could not get enough! Why in the world would he be so turned on by another dude, and what the fuck happened that had him zoned out in a trance making it impossible for him to move until his name was called?

All his life he had control of his life and he never placed himself in situation where the control could be compromised, he never done drugs or alcohol as he refused to be in a position where his ability to control the things around him would be infiltrated by those substances, he seen his frat brothers wake up with gorilla girls due to not having the control over themselves from the weed and alcohol. He had a cousin who was passed out on coke and alcohol once and when he woke up!!!!! WHOA! We won’t even think about that!

Yes! He had done well with controlling his life and the success of it, with the exception of three occasions, the first was the night he walked in on his girl getting deep dicked done by the DA and the other two situations.   .    .   .   .   .   .  

(((Remembering)))

Jeff I need to talk to you as soon as possible the voice mail stated. It was from Nyla, he and her had not really connected anymore since the entire incident went down, it had been two months since they had even went out, or had deep intimate talks like they used to. Nyla was oblivious to everything as her work load had increased like crazy; she assumed that her secret was safe as she rarely had time to focus on why her man was so distant. In her mind it’s just the work that was keeping them apart. In the beginning she felt guilty for doing the things she did with Mr. West. At first it was innocent flirting and playful banter. She spent many nights with the West in their home and meeting the family and the workers of his home. She paid very carful detail to the submission his employees offered him, both male and female. It was evident this man was respected and appreciated.

Nyla enjoyed the power she seen from him, the ability this man proved, and the fact hat he was so determined to be the best candidate in his role, proving marks for him, and making strides for other people of color in the community. Secretly she was falling for him, but Jeffery had her heart, he was her first, he done everything for her, and even allowed her to be her own woman. He respected the fact that she wanted to be strong, but kept her in place when she needed to rely on home to be the man of her life.

Mr. West had watched Nyla for some time, had her tracked, and captured in photograph, he knew everything about her, including the fact that her father died early in her life, that her and Jeffery went to the same college and that she was an all around good girl. STRONG, but good. He knew his plan to have her was working when they worked on a sexual harassment case and she spoke about the details of the felatio in the case in a manor of great inexperience.

Nyla: I don’t know why women do this! I mean it’s nasty, and demeaning.

Mr. West: To some it’s not nasty, it’s about preference, and you can’t judge a person Nyla because they do things you shy away from or don’t agree with.

Nyla: I am not judging, I’m simply saying, to me it does not make sense that this man stalked this woman done minimal assaults to her and then it all eventually leads up to her sucking his dick??? Umm no thank you.

Mr. West:  some say that a woman is in the greatest power over a man when his dick is in her mouth, she has all the cards, and she plays the hand to her ability. Think about girl, you have this powerful man and his most sensitive portion is now in your clutches. You can chomp down and destroy him, or give him what he needs to increase his ability to move and conquer. The fact that you have all the power and choose to not play into his weakness but allow his strength to prevail tells that man that you respect him, that you honor him, and in his eyes are a valuable asset to be attained but still yet conquered. When that man mounts that woman and inserts all the power he has into her he remembers that she had the chance to scare him, hurt him , or attempt to destroy him but did not, and he so longs to oblige the favor by giving you all the pleasure your heart mind body and soul can withstand. He now is in you giving you every stroke back with his dick that you gave him with your mouth, and he does not want to hurt you as you did not want to hurt him so he awaits for you to tell him when he has the power to speed up, to ram you, to fill you to capacity with no end, making your body so filled with sheer pleasure that there is no place or room to back out of the deal now. You’re so far in that your mind is blown, all because you blew him.

Nyla was flushed, hot, and bothered, her panties were soaked and she knew that if she did not get up soon there would be evidence of this on her skirt. She rushed to the private restroom that was created only for the DA staff, it was nice and spacious, because all women shared it, it was decorated well, and had the touches of a woman, she ran in that bath room so fast she forgot to latch the door, she slipped off her panties quickly as she did not want to have it known that this man had just turned her on walking her through an entire scenario of sucking duck. He told the story with such finesse, his voice knew when to shift at the right times, it was like a verbal erotica, an oral literary aphrodisiac. Nyla had never experienced a reaction like this from a man and it made her weary from with in.