Katsumi

At 95 mph, the broken white lane lines seem to merge into a single, infinite white stripe. Overhead street lamps blur. I swerve and roar past red tail lights, swallowing up slower traffic like I'm Pac Man in a Pathfinder.

Normally, I'm a safe, law-abiding driver. Even at normal speeds, I won't text. Tonight, though, is a different story. I check my phone: one new message. Eyes up for a few seconds, no immediate danger on the road in front of me. Back to my phone screen. Four messages visible, including the latest from him:

ME: I can be there in 45 min tell me where

HIM: Don't bother bitch we're thru

ME: OK 30 min tell me where

HIM (after a 9 minute pause): Paradise inn exit valley blvd turn left...half a mile on right side

Fucking Hell. I love him, but what a drama queen. I was supposed to meet him in mid-city but ran an hour late. Hey, shit happens. So he split before I got there, but not before sending me a bunch of flaming asshole texts telling me he won't tolerate disrespect. Telling me he's dumping me. So I called him. Texted. Apologized. Begged. Promised to make it up to him.

He let me sweat for a long time before even answering. And then he was a total prick. But he did let slip where he went: City of Industry, home to his favorite strip clubs. So I stopped arguing and started driving.

Drama queen. Flaming asshole. Total prick. Treats me like his personal whore. But you know what? I don't care. That's my man, and I'm not gonna let him go that easily.

KAT

Call me Kat. My real name is Katsumi, which in Japanese means victorious beauty. So now you got me pegged as a petite little geisha import, right? Well, guess again. I'm 5'11" in flats and I grew up in South Central. I got the sexy eyes and straight, shiny hair from my Japanese mom; the complexion and attitude from my dad, who played pro basketball overseas for a couple years before spending his life as a struggling rapper.

I got married young, which I would call a mistake if not for the two wonderful children God has blessed me with. After the divorce and years of failed relationships with men, I started hanging out in lesbian clubs. I had permanently switched teams (or so I thought) by the time I was 30. And then DeJay rolled into my life, and flipped my world on its head.

His name is DeJay McCrae. A blond haired, blue eyed corporate assassin with the fire & ice in his veins like a street thug. He's my lover, my sugar daddy, my man. And I am inside out, upside down, head over heels in love with his crazy, sexy ass.

RENDEZVOUS

The place is a dump. Beat up old motel on a busy surface street; probably caters mostly to truckers and criminals. There are a few undesirables lurking about, smoking cigarettes and looking vaguely menacing. And I'm not thrilled that he hasn't arrived yet; it means he's been getting lap dances and VIP's from naked sluts in the strip club for at least 35 minutes. Probably has a couple of phone numbers already.

He rolls into the parking lot 15 minutes later in a mid-range BMW that really shouldn't be in this part of town. He stands by his car for a moment finishing his cigarette and surveying the scene. He's wearing a blue dress shirt and red tie, so he must have had meetings today. He passes my car as he strolls toward the office. At first, I don't think he's going to acknowledge me, but then he flashes that cocky grin. Two minutes later, he knocks on my window.

Got the room, he says. Let's roll.

As I step out of my car, he gives me a big hug and Frenches me right there in the lot. Like there's nothing wrong. Like we didn't just have a horrible fight. Like there aren't half a dozen creepy lowlifes staring at us.

Our room is all the way down at the end of the hotel, on the second floor. At the base of the stairway, four off-duty Latino gangbangers are shooting the shit and smoking. They stare at us as we approach, like we're two aliens who just dropped in from a distant star system. DeJay doesn't even seem to notice them, and they step clear as we pass. Climbing the stairs, I realize I'd been holding my breath.

PASSION

One night with my girls at the club, I was surprised to be pulled aside by Passion Carter. She's the queen bee of the lipstick party scene, the stunning diva who all the girls want to know. Famous for being famous, like a queer Kim Kardashian. Big-boned, muscular, with curves that won't quit, yet exotic and graceful. Olympic level muff diver. She and I knew each other, but I'm not quite enough of an ass kisser to be part of her inner circle. Funny thing was, nobody had seen her in awhile. There were rumors that she'd found herself a...man?

Kitty Kat, she said with a leer. How you been girl, I was looking for you.

Well Pash, you found me, I said. I'm flattered you chasin my skinny ass, but I heard you were on the STRAIGHT and narrow. Or maybe he ain't so narrow?

Oh my, she said. You're a catty little Kitty Kat tonight, aren't you? You shouldn't talk, word is you were quite the little cock slut in your day.

It ain't me that everybody's talking about, I reminded her. So what's on your mind, Pash?

Well, you seem so curious about my man, she said. Maybe you wanna meet him?

Sorry, Pash, I ain't quite following you.

He's into threesomes, she said. He's been bugging me about bringing along a friend. All my friends are gossipy little twats, but I know you can be discreet. Besides, it's been awhile since I seen you naked.

Not my scene, Pash, I told her. Thanks but no thanks.

Well, that's a shame, Kat. Because I heard you been struggling with the rent and you're gonna get kicked out at the end of the month. My man's a heavy hitter, he can probably help you out with that.

Can he now, I said. Well, maybe this is my scene after all.

Good call, Kitty Kat. I owe you one. You won't regret this. And trust me, you gonna enjoy it.

Just out of curiosity, I asked as she started to walk away. How did you meet this guy?

Someone invited me along for a threesome, she said.

A LITTLE SLICE OF PARADISE

As we enter the room, I can see why the owners of the Paradise Inn haven't fixed up the rundown exterior of the motel. They don't want to raise expectations about the rooms.

Nice place, I say. Hope you didn't blow your budget.

It's freakin City of Industry, he replies. This is one of the nicer places in town.

I can tell by the clientele, I say.

Probably an auto theft gang, he says. I hear they stay here sometimes.

Sounds like a great place to bring your BMW, I tell him.

If they fuck with my car, I know where to find them, he says. Quit bitching and roll us a blunt.

THE FIRST TIME

Pash and I were sitting in the room waiting for the guest of honor, and she couldn't stop talking about him. Well, his cock really. I still didn't have much of a clue what he looked like. Finally, a knock on the door and Pash introduced us. Not quite what I expected; a little older, a little extra weight, a little bit ordinary at first glance. But there was something about him...

Confident. Witty. Charming. And those eyes...damn. Pale blue, cold, staring right down into my soul. Dangerous eyes, hinting at a raging hunger churning beneath his smooth surface.

We smoked a couple blunts and ended up naked on the bed. Pash's body language made it clear she wanted me to go first; I was a bit scared, until he spread my legs and showed me his smooth tongue could do more than talk. Some oral foreplay as he teased my upper thighs and tummy, and then it was ON. His mouth found my clit in no time; his tongue and teeth brought me to the first of several screaming, gushing orgasms.

While I caught my breath, Pash rolled a condom onto him and I got my first look at his cock. Yeah, he was pretty big. Long, but also a bit on the thick side, which made me nervous. I hadn't been with a man in long time, and I knew I was gonna be tight. Pash was reading my mind.

Let Kat go on top, she told him.

I tried to ease myself down onto him slowly, but his earlier tongue lashing left me with a soaked pussy and shaky legs. His tip was stretching my entrance to what felt like the breaking point, when one of trembling thighs gave out for a second, and I fell onto him. I was so lubricated that he slid all the way in balls deep.

I bit my lip and tried to keep my groan from turning into a scream. My whole body was filled with an intense burning pain, as my nerves tried desperately to signal me that my walls were close to tearing. I breathed deeply and relaxed as my twisted mind converted the pain signals into pleasure. The groan turned to a sigh and my hips started to move, sliding my pussy slowly up and down his cock. In seconds, I felt a warm surge that rapidly turned into a wet, sloppy, delightful orgasm.

He growled as my spasms gripped his hard member, and he started to push a faster pace. Soon we were slamming into each other at full strength. I glanced at Passion on the bed next to us, and she was shamelessly masturbating as she watched us. That pushed me over the edge, and I exploded into a string of orgasms more intense than any I'd felt before.

As the night went on, his amazing stamina kept him hard for hours of fucking both me and Pash into complete oblivion. In the late hours of the early morning we slept, and we woke with the sun. He watched from the bed as Pash and I tried to pull our disheveled hair, clothes and makeup into some semblance of order. I wondered if I would ever see him again, and it made me sad.

Right before we left, when Pash wasn't looking, I slipped him my number. I hoped he wouldn't tell Pash, who was known for a nasty jealous streak. But mostly I just hoped he'd call.

STONED

The weed is doing its job. It helps me reassemble the jagged pieces of my shattered evening. His tantrum had dragged strong emotions to the surface: hot anger as I read his insulting, humiliating texts; cold dread at the thought of losing him; wet tears of despair that blurred my vision as I raced recklessly along the freeway; and ridiculous butterflies of joy when his car rolled into the parking lot.

I passed him the blunt, and he held it between his pinky and ring fingers. On the same hand, his index and ring fingers held a cigarette. This caused a v-shaped split, like the Vulcan Salute. Live long and prosper.

Hey babe, he says with a mischievous smirk. I bet you got wet when you saw me get here.

No, I countered. I'm a little dried out. I was crying earlier.

He touches my cheek with his free hand. A brief acknowledgement of the shit he puts me through. Gestures like this are little treasures to me, because they are so rare. He would be completely insufferable without them.

NO MORE PASSION

It's embarrassing how giddy I got when he called. We hooked up, on the sly.

You don't feel bad about cheating on Pash? I asked.

No, he said. It turns me on. And you shouldn't feel bad either; she told me you two are married. I guess same sex marriages are legal now?

Married? That bitch. I guess she figured you'd think I was off limits.

I guess she doesn't know me that well, he said.

A few weeks later, he broke it off with her. He didn't even bother to tell me, I heard it all from her. She was devastated and furious, and completely convinced it was another woman.

If I find out who she is, Pash told me, I'm gonna gut that skank like a rabbit.

I felt a trace of guilt about betraying her, and a dash of anxiety that she would find out, but mostly I just loved being his woman. I wanted to please him, lock him down and make him mine. And he knew it. He started testing my limits.

One of his favorite things was having a bit of naughty foreplay before the condom went on. He loved having me grind on his naked cock, feeling my juices on his skin. I liked it too, but I kept my wits about me. I knew what he really wanted, but it wasn't gonna happen.

At first, he didn't say anything, he just tried to sneak his cock inside me. Hard to be sneaky with something that big, though. Then one night, his tip dipped in briefly before I twisted away.

You know you want to, he said.

No, I answered.

Yes you do, he said. Think about it. Imagine. Skin to skin...nothing between us but a thin layer of your juice.

No.

I'm just asking you to imagine it.

Put the damn condom on, or the only skin you gonna be feeling is your hand.

He did. He knew I meant it. But...

I'm pretending I'm naked, he said. Naked inside of you. Feeling those warm juices all over my naked cock. Imagine how that would feel. Don't you want to know?

Stop it, I said. No, I don't want to know.

But I was lying, and he knew it.

READY OR NOT

Now that I've processed those hard raw emotions, I'm feeling relaxed and calm and mellow. I'm floating on a cloud with my man. And I am horny as fuck.

Usually I let him take the initiative, but tonight it's my show. I take the cigarette out of his hand, puff a couple times and stub it out. I push him down flat on the bed, cover him with my body and rub my tits all over his chest. I kiss him hard, my tongue dominating his and forcing itself way back into his mouth. And suddenly I pull away, leaving him gasping for breath.

Gotta pee, I say. Be naked by the time I get back.

When I come out, I notice he's turned off the bedroom lights. I stand in the bathroom doorway for a moment, backlit, showing off the parts of my body that he likes best. My ridiculously long legs. My narrow, sexy hips and hard, muscular ass. My generous breasts and long, hard nipples. I shake my head, tossing my shining, waist length hair.

I switch off the bathroom light, and all we have is a half-moon shining in through our open window, which overlooks a deserted, trash-strewn field. I move toward him with an exaggerated, feline swing of my hips.

Stalking my prey.

Crawling on the bed, I slide my naked body onto his. My nipples are so hard and sensitive that I gasp when they touch him. When we're lined up, I kiss him again, this time not so hard. Our tongues play gently this time.

I lied earlier when I told him I wasn't wet. I'm soaked. I slide my lubricated lips over his hard cock. He moans as I leave a wet trail from his balls all the way up to the very top. I settle my clit against his tip and grind. Lightning bolts of pleasure flow through me. With a sneaky twist of his hips, he slips the tip inside. He expects me to pull away, but I don't.

What do you think you're doing, mister, I ask.

Just wanted to rub the back of your clit, he says. I knew you'd like that.

I rotate my hips in a circle, letting his tip move around inside me without deeper penetration.

I was gonna let you have it tonight, I tease. But you've been a very bad boy.

He shifts under me, trying to go deeper. I counter the move; he's still inside, but just barely.

Not nice to tease, he says. I might just take it.

You ain't taking it till I'm ready, I say.

When you gonna be ready, he asks.

Without warning, I drop down hard on him. He's halfway in, his thickness and my tightness keeping him from going deeper. His eyes widen, shining in the moonlight.

Jesus Christ, he whispers. His voice quivers.

I purr in satisfaction. For once I've surprised him. He doesn't dare move. I'm in complete control.

I guess I'm ready, I say.

I pull up slowly, until only the tip remains. Then I drop down again. I've given him a couple more inches, but he's still not all the way in.

I savor the sensations. I'm stretched and full. His bare skin doesn't slide quite as easily as the condoms, and the friction creates a hot surge of pain that seems to radiate from the core of my being. But it's okay; tonight I want to hurt for him. His cock feels huge and hard as steel.

I pull up slowly and hover. This is the one. Instead of just dropping my weight on him, I thrust my hips forward. His naked cock rips through my moist flesh, and he's buried balls deep. He's so thick and long tonight. He's reaching parts of me that have never been touched.

Oh fuck that hurts, I say.

His hands caress and massage my breasts. He strokes my diamond-hard nipples, then pinches and twists them with enough force to hurt. It's just what I need; the new pain distracts me from the ache deep inside me. My body releases a flood of endorphins, and suddenly I'm overwhelmed with pleasure. A single tear rolls down my cheek. He brushes it away, then brings me down for a deep kiss.

Baby, he says. I love you.

I'm stunned. I never thought he'd say that. I didn't think he could. I'm dizzy with emotion. He holds my body gently, with his wonderful, naked cock all the way inside me. I can feel his thick veins throbbing against me. I feel a little tingle inside, which becomes a quiver, and I suddenly realize it's about to become an orgasm.

Oh shit oh Jesus fucking Christ oh fuck I'm CUMMING!! I scream.

My pussy, already stretched oh so tight around him, squeezes down hard. He growls, and his hips start to move. Slowly at first, as my orgasm begins to subside, but quickly he's built up to hard, fast pace. Another big orgasm rips through me, and deep inside I can feel another coming. This one is gonna be huge. The mother of all orgasms.

FUUUUUUCK!! I scream, and then words desert me and the sounds I make are coming from the ancient, animal part of my brain.

I squirt. I gush. It's on him, it's on me, it's splashing between us as we come together. It doesn't stop. I feel like I'm pouring my entire being onto him. The orgasm is so powerful I feel like I might pass out. And it just won't stop.

FUCKING GOD, I shout, human language returning to me as the orgasm starts to subside. But even though the intensity eases, I'm still quivering and pumping and groaning for what seems like hours.

Eventually I realize that I'm not cumming anymore. I'm still on top of him, and he's still deep inside me. I'm shivering uncontrollably. He caresses my back and sides and whispers comforting words in my ear. I can't hear them until my pounding heart slows and my ragged gasps become normal breaths.

Baby, he says. Baby. Just that. Baby. Over and over again as he tenderly caresses me and I shiver against him. I feel full, I feel satisfied.

I feel loved.

I'm all his now. I have nothing left to give him. He's taken all of me. But he's mine, too. He's bathed in me...skinny dipped in my love for him. His bare flesh has touched me everywhere.

And he said it. Told me he loves me. He might even mean it.