Preparing for the cruise, a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation courses through my veins. Amidst sapphire waves and ocean skies, I'm eager to meet with my teammates, especially one sexy beast I've been mentoring late at night, a little too often.
A single man secure enough in his masculinity to be sponsored by a woman he'd never met, it was more likely I'd win the lottery but it happened!
Men that secure, are as rare as a million dollars popping out of thin air!
Finding one man who would just listen to my dream let alone believe in it and share it, up until him has been impossible... yeah I'm ready to go past first base and then some! As I finish packing, I can't help but indulge in a few tantalizing semi erotic fantasies.
From our first conversation, strategizing his path to success, I was completely intoxicated by him. After months of working together, I'm still feeling an undeniable connection that has nothing to do with business.
His confidence, his deep laugh, he's charisma personified, and that magnetic allure has me delving into my stash of toys after each 'training' call.
I'm nervous he might stir my broken heart out of the coma it's been in since losing Res, but after three years of living like a nun maybe it's time to shake things up a bit. The cruise is only going to last a week, then we'll go our separate ways.
In the world of network marketing, there's a better chance of getting struck by lightning than having a serious relationship. It happens, but not often, at least not for those building their business online.
Everyone I work with lives in different states and those starting out, entirely focus on building their income to epic proportions and don't have time for a long distance relationship and the VIP's who have time and money for anything they want in life, tend to date penthouse models and playboy bunnies.
Any single guy getting first class vacations all over the world, eating at five star restaurants, getting worshipped at events, doesn't usually accept anything less than a total bombshell.
While I'm not ugly, I'm past my so called prime, and being a knockout is not on my list of priorities anymore. Besides, I want a relationship built on more than being hot.
Don't get me wrong I have my shallow side too. I'd love it if I could find a man capable of giving me five or six bedroom workouts a day. And while I crave a supportive encouraging and loyal partner, I doubt single men like that exist since internet porn wiped out most of that incredible and rare species of Good Men at least in the U.S.
So despite my best efforts not to be thrilled every time his name pops up on my google calendar, I get stupid giddy.
Ambition, desire, a sexy drawl, I am drawn in like a moth to a flame, but what really has me hooked is his easy going nature, humor, and goals and unlike a lot of people, he isn't just talk. Already he's well on his way to making $50,000 a MONTH by the end of the year. His dedication to helping others succeed is growing his team like wildfire. He really doesn't need my help anymore. Yet our 'training' calls continue despite that. Now I'm more of his cheerleader than mentor and his success frees us to delve deeper... I hope. Maybe he doesn't see me the same way. His flirting might just be part of his nature.
In my little book of 'Dating Advice to Self,' I make a note to watch his interactions with other women on the cruise.
After a long flight and a chaotic early morning dash from the hotel, I'm ready to board. I scan the line in front and behind, not looking for him, I lie to myself. Not seeing anyone I know I grab my phone from my purse and open the app. In the noise and cacophony no one will notice a low vibration. I smile, using the app and Bluetooth connection I turn on my wearable device.
The pulsing deep within heightens my excitement. I feel slightly drunk. I drop my phone back into my purse, ready to spend the next hour standing in line fantasizing about a certain someone, building anticipation.
"Ash," I hear a boisterous female voice call. I turn & see Sherry approaching with some of her frontline. I quickly try to turn off the textured pink pleasure tool hiding in my tight jeans without pulling my phone out. I don't want to be rude to one of my favorite leaders.
Sherry is a strong Christian, and probably won't approve of my 'self care.'
I hit the wrong button. The vibrations intensify. This is getting awkward fast.
I wave and smile, my face heating up a few degrees with each step she and her posse take. I fumble with my phone trying to pull it out, the clip on the back of the case gets stuck in all the insanity that is my purse of complete disorganization slipping from my grasp.
"Let me help you," his low drawl rumbles in my ear his breath hot and tantalizingly spicy, cinnamon, I can never get enough of it. His rough hand slides down my arm following it into my purse and down to my phone. His scruff gently scrapes my neck. My knees buckle. My skin prickles with a need the buzzing can't satisfy. He touches a button and my 'little toy' begins thrusting and twisting. My breathing heavy, my lips part and I moan. Unable to stand I lean on him. He pulls me against his broad hard chest chuckling in my ear.
"I hoped to see you like this, your cheeks flushed, panting and hungry for my touch."
My body trembles coming undone at his words. Electricity pulses through my skin tightening my breasts.
Just a week. Just a fun fling, I remind myself.
Too quickly Sherry and her friends have closed the distance. "You don't look well," Sherry says.
I struggle to find my composure. My cheeks begin to burn.
I wonder if she can hear the low hum coming from my jeans. I try to hold still but it's impossible.
He pulls out my phone. The toy stills at last and I nod weakly barely holding back a whine of frustration.
"Don't worry I'll get her to her room and take good care of her," he says to Sherry grinning mischievously. Our eyes meet. He doesn't look away neither do I. A long moment passes. I bite my lip unsure. I'm not ready for the next step but I don't want to say no either.
After we leave Sherry and her group of fabulous and fantastic, he walks me to my cabin. I hesitate not yet ready.
"Take all the time you need," he says. His eyes hold a promise that makes me wonder if maybe the cruise is just the beginning. His smile dares me to explore uncharted territories of passion and possibility.
During his 'training', I glimpsed a man who embraced his strength and vulnerability in equal measure—a man with the courage to challenge convention and dive into the unknown with commitment and perseverance.
As we set sail on the shimmering waters of the open sea, I wonder what lies ahead. Will our bodies intertwine beneath the starry skies, igniting a flame that burns with a fierce intensity that cannot be extinguished? Will the whispers of temptation lead us down a path of desire, where boundaries burn away in the inferno that's been building between us for the last six months?
Over the ship's speakers, the Captain instructs everyone to meet on Leto deck, the salty breeze caresses my skin and the splashing ocean echoes in my ears, I can sense the anticipation building with each passing moment. The air is charged with the promise of possibility, and I'm ready for to take a few more steps into the unknown.
In the midst of laughter and camaraderie, with a backdrop of breathtaking sunsets and moonlit nights, I yearn for the chance to explore the depths of our connection—to unravel the mysteries that lie beneath the surface and embrace the intoxicating dance of desire.
For in this moment, as the waves of anticipation wash over me, I am in awe of the boundless potential that lies within the realm of the unexpected. As I embark on this voyage of discovery, I embrace the tantalizing prospect of meeting the sexy man of my dreams.
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