My Diary - Still at the Beginning

I woke up early. My body still tingled from last night’s activities. I was well rested but like a child on Christmas Eve, I was filled with anticipation. My masseuse, hairdresser, stylist and nail technician were all scheduled to be at my place in an hour. So I had a minimal amount of time to jump in the shower. As I was readying myself for the shower and my staff, the door buzzed. I pressed into it and asked for identification. My doorman, Ralph, said that he had some packages that had been delivered this morning. After getting brief descriptions of the boxes and verifying where they were from, I asked him to send them up. As the bell boy stepped off the servants’ elevator, my nail technician, Lin was with him. I reminded Lin that she could use the regular elevator but she shooed me away and started to set up her products in my mini – salon. I had taken the third master suite and turned it into my own private beauty spa. I can get massages, my nails, my toes, my hair, and my make-up done with enough room to try on the clothes that my personal stylist from Neiman Marcus brings over.

Once, I stepped out of the shower, everyone was in position. Sabrina, my personal stylist had unboxed the items from earlier and was steaming the wrinkles out. I walked over to the Fendi box on my bed. As I lifted the top, I saw some of the most beautiful shoes, ever. These Fendi Secret Code Ankle-Strap Sandals were to die for! All I could do was to hold the shoe in one hand and the side of the bed with my other hand. The color, the leather, the style was all so fulfilling. Then the next box held a Fendi Promengrate Spy Bag. With all the excitement from the first two boxes, I was very happy with Sabrina had selected for me. Then I looked at where she was steaming my Dolce & Gabbana Matelassé High-Waist Trousers and my D&G Dolce & Gabbana Silk Chiffon Ruffle Blouse. I asked Sabrina, how she knew that I had my eyes on these exact pieces. She stood up from steaming the trousers and looked at me. She puzzling asked if I had bought them because she didn’t. Then she pointed to the boxes she had brought in from Neiman’s. It was at that moment, I saw a long box on the hairdresser’s station. I picked it up and looked around at everyone. The responses were all non-verbal, shakes of the heads and shrugs of the shoulders. It was clear no one knew anything. Finally, I opened the box. There were the most beautiful Genevieve Jones Diamond Cluster Earrings. "Okay, Okay, Doesn’t he get it? He can’t buy me! Can you pack everything back and send it to my friend”, I screamed. Not saying his name so that the rest of my staff wouldn’t know who the gifts were from was still my way of ‘protecting’ him.

“Uh, Destiny, I think you would want to look at these cards. They ARE NOT from friend”, Sabrina said. I took the cards and read each one. The first read “I would love to see the way your bottom frames these out. I bet Dolce & Gabbana, would even appreciate assets like yours, swaying away". The second card read: "Then the way the silk ruffles on this top will softly brush across your nipples, I demand you wear no bra with this blouse. It’s still classy enough for you to wear into work". The third letter stated: "Because a powerful woman needs a bag that screams class and authority. Look inside of the pocketbook’s inside zip pocket". With my mouth wide open, I looked inside. There was a Genevieve Jones Diamond Clutch bracelet. I sat down for the last letter; "These shoes will frame the muscles in your calves as you walk. Best of all, is how you’ll look in them, dancing under the stars and moonlight for me, on your deck, with nothing else on".
Oh what a way to start my morning. I quickly tried on the trousers and was ecstatic that they fit perfectly. My staff got right to work after seeing the look of content on my face. While I sat under the dryer, I went over some issues with some associates at a company that I do HR Consulting for. I, highlighted federal and state laws and the cases that precedent was set in similar cases. I wrote new job descriptions and did a salary market gross-up. For another consulting situation, I revised Personal Action Forms and started revisions on the handbook policies.

By the time it was ready to get dress, I had only an half hour. I got dressed, quickly and then sat in the make-up artist chair. By the time that they were finished, I was leaping from my chair. I know that because it’s still new, the sound of his voice and his smile, still makes my heart beat uncontrollably. The fact that he was paying attention while we were talking, I was reading a magazine and checking my emails is definitely ultra cool. It made me feel warmth, I hadn’t felt before. The items could have been something I saw in Wal-Mart or CVS pharmacy. It’s the fact that he was really paying attention to what I was saying and doing. That is what I consider really sexy.

My door buzzed and the Ralph said I had company, Justin. The way I was feeling, I knew that in order for me to get breakfast and then go into work, I would have to go down and meet him at the door. I thanked my staff, paid everyone and they knew to clean up their stations, before leaving. Sabrina said that she was going to leave the clothes and accessories she brought in my dressing room. I could barely thank her, as I was skipping to the elevator.

Justin was waiting by the door, when it opened. The look of the smile on his face made me wet. I, casually, walked over and gave him the biggest display of public affection ever. I groped his buttocks while I kept his tongue entwined in my mouth. I could smell his “Gio” by Giorgio Armani cologne. It was like a nasal Aphrodite. The taste of his tongue is what kept me in the same spot. What pulled me off of him was the ringing of one of my business cell phones. It was my Real estate brokerage administrative assistant, Brandi. She just wanted to confirm my meetings for 2 and 3 and that I would be in by 1 to go over everything. I assured her that I would, while I watched Justin hail a cab.

He talked non-stop on our way into Manhattan. I guess he was a little nervous about what he had given me. I had yet to say whether or not, I approved and/or accepted the gifts. As thrilled as I was, I still wanted him to sweat. We arrived at The Marriott Marquis Hotel in Manhattan and by this time I was starving. We were escorted to the Sky Lobby. The Sky Lobby is located on one of the top floors. It’s surrounded by windows so that you can see out onto Times Square. I tried to keep my calm throughout breakfast. I didn’t want to show my anticipation. We talked about business for most of the breakfast. Then he stated that he could stay in Jersey for another night. Something inside of me almost choked at that moment. Although, I was loving every second with him, I was hoping he wasn’t getting attached. Men tend to get attached when they think they have something better than at home or when they think they may be losing you. Right, friend? Anyway, I looked at my Diamond bracelet watch and told him that I really had to get to my meetings. He understood, I kissed his cheek and excused myself from the table. I told him that if he called me after dinner, we may be able to hook up. Before I left the table, I stooped down and bit him lightly on his ear. I whispered that I loved my gifts and would thank him, at a later time. I walked away from the table towards the elevator. I could see him watching me when I looked through the windows, out onto Manhattan.

Still Fresh - The Beginning

Well, we've been going strong, is that a good word, strong? It's been eight months and the time that I've spent with Justin has been great. I call and see him when it's most convenient for me. Now my other 'Friend', is starting to bug me. Not because I have fresh meat, Ha Ha. It's because all of a sudden, he wants me to change my game. It's been clear from the start what the situation is. When my interest started to wonder, I did the right thing, I told him. Now he's starting to say that I'm 'where he wants to be'. It's not like that for me. I don't want to be someone's stepmother. I have enough being an aunt and godmother. Who wants to have to deal with a baby mama? The amount of publicity if he did get divorced would be overwhelming. Did I mention that 'Friend', was a multi-millionaire. Not new money but money that has been around for years. He's also a congressman. Yes, some women would say that he's a Good Catch. That's not for me. Yes, he's white and I'm black. I love the way our bodies entwine when we're in bed. I love the way he accepts me for me. Spoiled and independent. I just don't love him. I've turned down his penthouses, cars and monetary gifts. I don't gold dig. I just had drama. I don't need anything from anyone. When I want to treat I treat. However, I'm not stupid. When the new lines of Prada and Fendi come in, he makes sure that I'm sitting in the front row. Yes, I wear nothing but the top designers. I look like I've stepped out of the pages of Vogue and In Style and I love it!
It's 2am and Justin just left. I'm tired. We went for a corny horse and carriage ride. I'm not up for that type of stuff but it's what he wanted. Lunch at Suzi's Kitchen and then we hit up the J&R Musicfest. It was good seeing Ashanti and Joe perform. I love summer music festivals. We went back to my place, where I ran us a hot bath while he fixed my favorite, Irish Bailey's Caramel Creme' Mudslide. I always allow him to get into the tub first then when I get in I'm sitting directly in his lap. That's normally how the love making kicks off. My tub is a whirlpool jacuzzi that can sit three. It doesn't matter to me because when I'm not alone the lap is where I sit. My spot is on my neck. Touch it in the right spot and not only do I jump from tingles but I get hot inside. Justin loves the way I can hold my head under water for an extended amount of time. They say that giving birth under water is a ultimate experience. What they don't say is that making love in the water is an ultimate high. Feeling the water rush over my body as I cum is the best.
Justin lifted me out of the tub after a hour of lovemaking my skin was starting to wrinkle. He wrapped me in my B. Smith towel and carried me to my bed. He took the Carol Daughter's Love Butter that I had warming on my warmer and poured some in his hand. He slowly and gently rubbed it over body, starting with my feet. He worked his way up until he got to my v-spot. Once he was there he stopped and bent his head to my opening. He sucked, licked and bit me until I was about to reach my peak, again. Once, he knew this he continued to oil and massage my body. He likes having the control. Sometimes, it's worth it. Although, I like living alone, I like for the man I'm with to know he's a man. I won't serve him, he can go home to his wife for that but I will let him take control. Take control he did! I can't remember the last time I came and came. Multiple orgasms! My body was so tired by the time I walked him to the door. I buzzed the doorman to let him know that my company was on his way down. I almost had to crawl back to my bed. My Oversized couch with my mink throw was looking damn good. I made it back to my bed where I just fell onto it. Justin is staying in Jersey City. So he had a little ride across the bridge. I'm taking tomorrow morning off and I'm going to meet him for breakfast at The Marriott Marquise Hotel. I really need my sleep.