Meeting with Charlotte

I was sitting by the train’s window, looking at the scenery while trying to grasp inspiration from the fast moving colors and landscapes before my eyes. I was in the middle of writing my first book, which was to be published next year. I had gotten signed to a major publisher, and I was amazed my dreams were falling into place. I was on my way to meeting Charlotte, my lover who had moved out of my homeland years ago due to family affairs. This first book was dedicated to her.

“The wine was exceptional, James” said Patrice, while looking at herself on the mirror, checking out if her hair was still expertly put together. James was always on the lookout of making Patrice feel her best, but she always pressured herself to look her best and please James the best she could. While checking out her makeup, James stood behind her. He gently began to undress Patrice, and she let him.

“Are you in the mood, dear?” James asked her, and she blushed. “Always” she replied, still looking at herself on the mirror. He flipped her to face him, then kissed her deeply and romantically. “I love how my man is always ready” she said, proceeding to grab his crotch, then feeling his already hard cock from under his trousers.

This whole scene had been inspired by an encounter I had with Charlotte back in France, at her parent’s house. Of course, it was not as planned as the even I’m describing in the book, but it was more natural. I wanted to take that natural feeling and put it in the lines on the book. I was hoping Charlotte would read it and, apart from getting horny, would put a smile on her face.

James held Patrice up, then carried her to the bed, where he set her down and began to kiss her, swiftly undressing her as he kissed her plump lips. “You look beautiful with the glow of the moon against your skin” said James, slowly taking off Patrice’s undergarments. “For you, this is always my goal, love” she said, caressing his head as he made way to her lady parts.

James slid his finger into Patrice’s vagina slowly, then began to lick it slowly. Patrice moaned in pleasure, succumbing to her partner’s romantic actions. “Just like that” said Patrice, holding James’ face against her wet vagina, which got wetter as he continued to finger her. Then, he stood up and began to undress in front of an inpatient Patrice, who laid in bed with her legs spread open, naked.

This is not the first sexual encounter I describe in the book, but this was certainly the most special to me, because I was recreating it so closely to what had happened with Charlotte on that cold autumn day. I treasured every sexual encounter I had with her, and I wanted the characters from my book to channel that same passion and intensity my relationship with Charlotte had.

I was interrupted while thinking by the service lady, who offered me some coffee. “Low on sugar, please” I said to her, and she smiled warmly as she prepared my coffee. It had a rather strong flavor, I think it was some Brazilian brand. They seem to like everything they eat to have a strong flavor. It was nothing bad, however, because there were still 2 hours to reach our destination and I wanted to keep me awake so I could write the most I could.

I was to stay with Charlotte for a week, and I knew I would have little to no time for writing while I was with her, but that was okay. I wanted to create more memories with her, have more sex with her, and enjoy my time with her, so I could bring up more ideas to put down on my book. That was what I was looking forward to the most from this little trip.

I sipped my coffee calmly as I sat back to continue watching the scenery. A river was now seeable. I felt a urge to continue writing, before I lost momentum. I finished my coffee quickly, getting a boost of energy from it, then got back to writing.

James held his shaft, then penetrated Patrice slowly. She held the pillow, grasping it with more force as he introduced his manhood into her vagina. She could not contain herself, and gushed over James’ pelvis. “I like that, baby” James said as he sped up his thrusts. “Harder” said Patrice softly, amidst moaning. Her body was trying to find a way to twist, since she was going crazy over her lover’s penetration.

“I think I’m going to come” James said while groaning, then he pulled out to shoot his load over Patrice’s body. She seemed to be extremely pleased with her partner’s sexual skills, as she slowly picked up the semen from her body and sucked it from the tip of her fingers. James laid next to her on bed, then kissed her. “I love you, and from tonight, I love you even more” said Patrice after the kiss.

“I’ll love you forever” said James, then kissed her again.

To think this is something that had really happened made me have a funny feeling inside me. Remembering how it was made it much more enjoyable to write too, because it was like reliving what had happened with Charlotte that night. Of course, we did more sexual positions and other acts that I would not put in my book, for it to remain more palatable.

Time was flying by, and I was already getting horny and impatient about seeing my girlfriend again. It’s been months, and constantly writing about her makes me miss her, her body and her scent. I decided to jump over to another chapter, to pick up where I had stopped writing.

As Patrice sat on James’ penis, her vaginal juices began flowing down his shaft, making the floor under them a wet, slippery mess. Patrice recognized that she was only able to gush as much when fucked by her lover, since no other man made her feel the same. As she began to effortlessly ride her partner’s manhood, her moaning became increasingly louder, and her gushing more constant.

“You drive me crazy” said James while Patrice was busy taking control of the action. “Not as crazy as you got me right here” she said, then put her arms around his neck and kissed him, being stopped to moan in pleasure as he took control of her and began to penetrate her harder than before.

This is something that had happened in a hotel in London, where we stayed for a single night. We were visiting my grandparents. I was hard by just reading these words, and before I knew it, the train had made its stop in my desired destination. At last, I was finally going to see my love, my muse, my Charlotte.

I got off the train in a wink, carrying my light baggage with me and directing my body towards the nearest taxi stop. I liked to travel lightly and besides, I had plenty of my belongings and clothing at Charlotte’s. Something she did not know, is that I wanted to propose to her during this week.

I thought a marriage proposal would be good for my book, so I needed to experience it to transmit the feeling much better into my words. It’s not that I was using this just as a fuel for my book, I really did want to marry Charlotte, since she was the love of my life. I was so excited, and the inspiration I felt from writing my book served as a vehicle to drive me into proposing to her.

As the taxi drove me to her place, I thought about when would be the perfect time to propose to her. I did not have much time to think, because the taxi got to our destination faster than imagined. I think I should have thought about this during my long train ride. I set my foot outside the cab after paying the driver, then made way into the apartment building where Charlotte’s humble home was located in.

I approached Charlotte’s door, which was on the third floor, with eagerness. I opened it with the copy of the key she had given me, I wanted to surprise me. I had told her I would be here by tomorrow, so I could surprise her. When I opened the door, however, I was the one who was surprised.

Charlotte was fucking with some man I had not seen before. In shock, I stood with my mouth open in front of the scene. “I can explain, Gino!” she said, plugging off from her mysterious lover. Without a second thought, I grabbed my pocket revolver and shot the motherfucker, having him lie hurt against the wall. Charlotte yelled in shock.

“You can keep him, my love” I said, picking up my baggage, then left the scene with the scared Charlotte and the hurt man behind. I went downstairs quickly, a few tears escaping my eyes. After all, I’ll have to have a different ending for my book. I threw the engagement ring to the river under a bridge nearby.