i hope that the universe has been kind to you and that everything is colorful in your corner of the world.
it took some time, i know, but i have a new read for you. just a boy-meets-girl encounter, but you might be interested in knowing where the inspiration came from. i was lurking the internet one day and came across a picture that is either the inside of a club or a lounge. i stared at that image for the longest time, thinking to myself that it would make an awesome hookah lounge. from there, my mind imagined a guy and a girl having a date there, and from there my mind started thinking naughty things so i grabbed my notebook.
i know that Halloween is around the corner, and i’m not making any promises, but i will try to post something for the occasion. no promises, but i will try.
as always, thank you for visiting my little corner; thank you for your encouragement; thank you for being you. i do hope that you enjoy impulse.
Eight months. That’s how long it had been since their breakup. A job offer was the reason that Kiara and her ex-boyfriend were separated by 901 miles. He had to make a hard decision and in the end, his profession won out over his emotions. They tried a long distance relationship. Seeing each other as often as they could, occasional video chats and late-night phone calls; it wasn’t perfect, but they were happy. Eventually the distance was too difficult to maintain, both agreeing that they wouldn’t be able to grow as a couple with so many miles between them.
It’s also how long it had been since she’d had any physical contact with anyone. To come out of her dating hiatus, she decided to avoid serious commitments for a while and experiment with casual dating. It didn’t take her long to learn the balancing act of having a sexual relationship: establishing boundaries, learning to be intimate without getting (emotionally) attached—no strings, no commitments. Her last encounter was nothing to write home about. An average dinner date with a guy she met at an outdoor movie party that led to average sex twice a week. He filled a void during that transitional time after her breakup, but when he started showing signs that he wanted more, she ended that arrangement.
When Kiara’s co-worker, Loren, insisted that her single neighbor was someone she would connect with, her initial reaction was an emphatic no. Going out with someone sight unseen just didn’t appeal to her and the few times she was set up ended in disaster. There was the lawyer who wanted to show off by wolfing down an entire bowl of phaal, then spent forty-five minutes in the bathroom. The personal chef who spent the evening talking about how women have no place in positions of authority, and the landscaper who was eager to take her to dinner then conveniently forgot his wallet when the check came.
Loren offered a few general details of the man like she was a salesman trying to sell a car for sticker price. To quiet her colleague’s pestering, Kiara relented and agreed to go out with him.
His name was Shaun, and after a few friendly emails back and forth, plans were made to meet him for drinks on Friday night. She kept an open mind and had no expectations, convincing herself that she’d have nothing to lose.
A day before the big night, she got an email.
I hope you haven’t changed your mind.
She replied promptly.
I’ll be there at eight o’ clock sharp wearing an ice blue off-the-shoulder mini dress.
The Al-kimiya Hooka Lounge had recently been renovated to keep up with the evolving business district downtown. Beautiful Arabic decor, exotic crimson red and burnt orange color tones, ambient lighting, and plush seating made for an inviting and upscale atmosphere.
Kiara arrived early, and a friendly hostess took her to a cozy table near the back. She looked around the partially crowded lounge watching this short, thin guy walk around like he owned the place. In the seconds it took her to shift in her seat and glance at her watch, he’d already made a beeline for her.
“I’ve not seen you here before.” His arm was outstretched. “Name’s Tony.”
She got a whiff of his nauseating cologne and shook his hand. “Hi, nice to meet you.” Probably picked it up from a truck stop, she thought.
“That is a beautiful dress you’re wearing. It’s very distracting.”
Clever. “Thank you.”
“Is that a Prada?”
“No, sorry.” Macy’s, twenty percent off. Try again. “May I have my hand back, Tony?”
He smiled, releasing her grip. “You strike me as a lady who enjoys lemon drop martinis.”
“Actually, she enjoys something a little more tropical.”
Behind Tony came the deep, controlled lilt of an accent she later learned was from North Ireland. Before her stood the figure of a tall man with dark, tousled hair, devilish looks that made him very easy on the eyes, and lips that were just begging to be kissed. He was holding two fruit-garnished cocktails. Kiara threw a half smile at Tony, who raised his hands up as if to say he meant no harm as he backed away.
Taking the empty seat opposite her, the stranger’s deep-set blue eyes met her gaze as he identified himself. “I sure hope you’re Kiara or else this is going to be really awkward.”
“I am, and thank you for that,” she said, looking in Tony’s direction.
A server arrived, offering them menus. A short while after making their order, a multi-hose hookah and a Mediterranean olive appetizer was placed at their table.
Between the food, the smoking, and the drinks that, according to Shaun, were concoctions of Guyanese rum, pineapple and Armagnac, they talked about his work as a consultant in the pharmaceutical business, their mutual love of Travel + Leisure magazine, and how they were coping with single life.
“My ex-wife and I wanted different things. I wanted her to work a steady job, and she didn’t.” Having recently wrapped up a three year marriage, he admitted to being nervous about dating again. He tried the obvious methods like speed dating and online personals. But the problem he faced with getting to know someone virtually was that the image he formed in his mind was ruined when a face-to-face meeting took place. “Not everyone was truthful in their descriptions,” he added.
Their conversation moved along from subject to subject. Shaun had a great sense of humor. He was well read, loved classic literature and talked passionately about the influential works of Ovid’s Metamorphoses. They talked about Kiara’s volunteer work with a non-profit organization that provides shelter for the homeless, and their wanderlust cravings; how they both wanted to visit Turkey, rent a countryside estate and walk down narrow roads that ended at secluded beaches.
Shaun caught the server’s eye and waved his hand, ordering two more drinks. When the second round arrived, Kiara raised her glass. “To two successfully unsuccessful relationships.”
“I’ll drink to that mouthful,” he laughed, the rich sound sent vibrations up and down Kiara’s body.
As the lounge became more and more crowded, the energetic buzz of laughter and conversation erupted around them. Shaun straightened his shoulders. “So, was I what you were expecting?”
Kiara picked up an olive. “I didn’t have any expectations. You were—a pleasant surprise,” she said, tossing the small fruit in her mouth.
“What about me?”
“Oh, I expected to be bored out of my mind.” His bright, blue eyes lit up when smiled at her. “Actually, Loren couldn’t stop talking about her fascinating co-worker and how I wouldn’t be disappointed.”
“And she was right. You’re a sweet, amazing woman.” Shaun looked at her a little longer than he should have, quietly admiring her natural, full lips and her desirable brown eyes. “And I’m far from disappointed.”
She shifted in her chair: an attempt to ignore the warmth between her thighs. Kiara was enjoying the company of her blind date. But then something changed. A burning need clenched deep within her stomach. The dampness between her legs reminded her of her lackluster sex life. Her mind became congested with images of them together; she bit her lower lip to hold in a whimper.
She wanted him.
It’s amazing what a cocktail or two can do for one’s courage. In her partially intoxicated state, she took a small sip of her drink then absently rubbed the rim of her glass. “Is your dick as nice looking as you are?” Bold, but she would blame the alcohol in the morning.
Shaun took a long drag from the hookah’s mouthpiece, the water at the base bubbled softly. When he exhaled, thick clouds of smoke billowed around him, hitting Kiara with the sweet smell of mango-flavored tobacco.
She watched his face emerge from the vapors: he wasn’t smiling. The expression on his face was dark and intense, his irresistible eyes called to her. For a moment, she held the lust-filled gaze that was locked on hers. Then her eyes drifted to his faded jeans and white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
Shaun stood up and moved closer to her. He leaned down, his lips barely touching her earlobes. The scruff on his jawline tickled the side of her face, making her heart beat a little faster. He breathed the challenge in her ear. “Let’s go find out.”
His words hung there between them, enticing and fiery. Loren never mentioned his accent, but Kiara liked it. A lot. A gasp caught her off guard as he took her hand and led her through a maze of people down a long hallway. He made a right turn to a door that was roped-off for private events, unhooked one of the stainless steel ends and pulled her inside the elaborate room where he immediately slipped his arms around her.
Lowering his head, he swept his nose over hollow of her neck, whispering endearments against her smooth, perfumed brown skin. His teeth slowly and deliberately nibbled her there for a long time. He paused, lifting her chin to capture her lips in a sweet, unhurried kiss. Reigned in by the tenderness, Kiara embraced him; she could barely breathe but she didn’t care.
With a groan, he slowly backed up to the large sectional sofa, taking her with him. Starting at the bottom, she unbuttoned his shirt, spread it and slid her hands around his taut waist. Pressing his lips to hers once more, Shaun quickly deepened the kiss, their tongues fighting for control in an unforgettable tango of tasting and stroking. Passion spiraled through her body and she lost herself beneath his mouth.
Just after the kiss ended, Kiara fussed with the belt buckle on his jeans but only for a few seconds. She undid the button on his fly, then reached into his pants, fondling and lightly raking her nails along his tender scrotum. It was driving all of his senses mad, but it felt so good. Dropping to her knees, she pulled his pants down to his ankles. Shaun’s dick sprang free, fully erect and dangling in her face. Gripping the base of his shaft, she licked at a bead of moisture on the crown. Her tongue lashed at the small slit on his glistening head before outlining the rim and tracing the veins that defined his length.
Kiara opened wide and his dick was in her mouth. As her lips moved up and down every inch of him, she hummed delightfully when his tip gently touched the back of her throat. Shaun’s eyes rolled back. He softly moaned his satisfaction; the warm, wet feeling made his body twitch.
Kneading his balls in her hand, she kept her mouth on him, licking and sucking insistently. When her jaws began to ache she squeezed his erection with her lips, slowly pulled the head out with a gentle pop, and stood up. Taking his hand, she slid it under her dress. Through the fabric of her panties, he drew his fingertip, the middle one, along the swollen folds of her labia. She whispered, “I want your dick there.”
With a provocative smile, he quickly peeled his shirt off and tossed it aside.
Easing her dress off her shoulders, Kiara stepped out of her clothes. She pushed him onto the vibrant cushions and straddled his legs in a reverse cowgirl position. She rubbed her pussy along his aroused flesh then lifted herself, hovering over the plump head of his dick before lowering herself with a moan until he was completely inside her. That first feel—the tightness of her, the fullness of him, was an intense pleasure for both of them.
Resting her hands on his legs, she moved slowly, pulling up and pushing down over and over again—making him feel each gentle bounce.
“Fuck,” he growled. Holding her firmly by the pleasant swell of her hips, Shaun’s body rose to meet hers, each thrust to her center more profound than the last. He drove deeper, stretching and filling her, fucking her the way she needed to be fucked.
Kiara arched her back, the slight curve of his dick stroked her G-spot and caused her inner muscles to tighten around him. She rubbed her clit with tiny circles, panting harshly as her walls held and released him in measured movements. Both of them crying out blissfully as the aroma of sex and soft sucking noises filled the room. It was lewd, sexy and exciting.
Shaun struggled to control his sweat-covered body, but he wasn’t able to take it anymore. His balls ached. He needed to come. The friction of him tunneling into her, subjecting the depths of her body to his firm member, was bringing on the betrayal of his orgasm. Loud, choppy moans were forced from his lungs.
Tremors of pleasure rioted through Kiara’s body that were so strong, her heart pounded like a drum. She could feel him throbbing inside of her, the frantic thrusting made her moan savagely in a way that surprised her. She leaned forward, gripping his thighs to ride him faster. Obscenities—his and hers—almost climbed over the muffled sound of music from the lounge.
Four rough strokes later he came, closing his eyes and shouting in that final moment of release. When his thick, white fluids spilled into her, Kiara’s orgasm came fast and hard. She shuddered through it, taking all he had to offer.
Out of breath, Shaun sat up to hold her, resting his cheek against her shoulder as they recovered. Kiara absorbed the warm, solid feel of his chest against her back. A sudden sharp spasm hit her thigh muscles; she was looking forward to the dull pain the next day. Gasping softly, she smiled at him over her shoulder.
Shaun propped himself up on his elbows, watching as Kiara gathered her clothes. “Can I call you sometime?” he asked with a hint of fatigue in his tone.
After dressing, she shook her head and kissed his sleepy face. “No, but I’ll come find you.”
And she did, several days later.
*al-kīmiyā (the chemistry), is the Arabic spelling of the word alchemy.