Spellbound...

“Love shouldn’t be contraband 🦋”.

[contrabandluv]

#part11 #untilwemeetagain

Months went by since my falling out with Yvonne. The ass whooping she gave me really humbled me. I tried calling and leaving so many voicemails to express how sorry I was. But after calling so many times i decided to give up and move on. If i was her, I would’ve done the same thing. I was back in my hometown of San Diego, CA and decided to enjoy my nice two week vacation that I desperately needed.

Usually I’d be on a cruise heading to some uncharted island, but this time I decided to stay local. I wanted to enjoy my home and decompress from all the guilt I was feeling for so long. Being home helped me focus 🧘‍♀️. All the time I was spending at work was keeping me from clearing my mind.

It was getting late and I didn’t feel like ordering any trashy take out, so I got up and got dressed, and headed to the grocery store. I decided to make some stuffed salmon. While I was browsing the seafood aisle I was oblivious of my surroundings. So oblivious that I didn’t feel the tap on my shoulder. I turned around, after finding what I needed, and bumped right Into the person who’d tapped me.

“I’m so sorry.” I said. “It’s quite alright...” the person said. Before I could say anything else I looked up. There, standing In front of me was one of the most familiar faces I’d ever seen. It was him...

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#part10 #shewhoopedmyass

Before I could even blink Yvonne pushed passed him and barged her way into the room. I was in the bed, half dressed. Before we could explain ourselves I felt the wind get knocked out of me. Yvonne punched me dead in my face. Even though Yvonne was a little smaller than me, she definitely knew how to throw her hands.

When she punched me, I fell to the floor. She then got on top of me and started wailing on my face. She pulled my hair, and scratched any exposed skin she could get her hands on. I tried to fight back, but to no avail. She was strong as hell. All I could do was put my arms over my face to try and defend myself. Her hits started to get lighter and lighter, then they all of a sudden stopped. He had lifted her in the air and pulled her off of me.

“Yvonne calm down!” He yelled trying to pacify the seething 5’2 woman that he was restraining in his arms. I got up from the floor. There was blood coming from my lip. I knew it was busted. After getting my ass whooped Yvonne finally spoke, “I can’t believe you!” She yells at him. “You’re fucking around on me with this bitch!?” I tried to apologize. “Yvonne I’m so sorry...” “Save it!” She yells. “Both of you are bunch of trifling ass low lives who deserve each other. I hope her dirty pussy was worth it!” She snatches away from him and runs out the door.

He chases after her. “Yvonne wait!” He says as he runs out the door behind her, leaving me there alone with a bruised face and a busted lip.

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#part9 #theunexpected

He shot right up in shock. “Hey, baby!” He said surprised. I strained my ears to listen. Yvonne spoke, “I decided to cut my trip short. I forgot there was a deadline I had to meet tomorrow by 5pm.” I felt the color drain from my face. I forgot all about our deadline! The floor plans had to be submitted that very next day, even though the plans were 99% complete, we still had to make a few edits before we could submit them.

She continued, “I thought I’d call to check on you since I left you by yourself tonight. Sorry I left you all lonely, babe.” I rolled my eyes, was a little jealous, I had to admit. He chuckled. “Oh that’s okay, love. I know you wouldn’t leave me alone forever.” He was such a smooth talker. So smooth, he could sell ice to an Eskimo. Hell, that’s he got me into bed.

He put his phone on mute as Yvonne continued talking. “I gotta go.” He says with sadness in his eyes. “I know.” I said, getting up and handing him his shirt. He puts his clothes on and walks to the door, then puts the phone back to his ear. He finally responds to her, “How long will it be before you get home?” Once again, I strained my ears to listen. She says “I’m not going to the house yet babe...” Where was she going? I thought to myself. “Oh really? Where are you heading now?” He asked as he opens the door to leave.

Once he steps out, he bumped into someone standing outside the front of the door. That person, was Yvonne. She stood there, phone to her ear, mouth wide open. We were caught.

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#part8 #ithappened

Once he stepped through that door, magic filled the air. We kissed so passionately. As we were kissing, he picked me up and walked me over to the bed. When he laid me down, his lips began to go from my lips, to my neck, to my breast, down to my waist. I knew what was to come next.

His tongue 👅 went there. It started with one lick, then two. His oral pleasure was out of this world. I was on another planet 🚀. I was mind blown 🤯. I gripped the sheets as his tongue fufilled every cunnilingus fantasy I’d ever had. He then tasted the sweetness of my explosive orgasm. It was sensational.

He wasn’t selfish, he didn’t even ask me to reciprocate. My pleasure was enough for him. He then climbed on top of me, but before he could go any further I stopped him. “Condom?” I asked. He smiled, reaching back into his pocket pulling out a 3 pack.

The way he fucked me was nothing like I’d ever felt before. He caressed me, choked me, whispered in my ear, and pulled my hair. Everything he did was the exact way of how I liked a man to handle me and he knew that. I was an open book to him, and he read very page correctly. We used all three condoms.

When we were finished we laid there looking into each other’s eyes. I knew he wasn’t mine, but tonight he was. We snuggled next to each other, feeling each other’s warmth after the passionate love we just made.

We were cuddled up, almost asleep, until his phone rang. He sleepily answered, “Hello.” He said in a sleepy daze, I could hear the other voice. “Hey, baby”, it was a woman’s voice. Not just any woman. It was Yvonne...

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#part7 #dontlethimin

I immediately sprang up and snatched the door open. “What... what are you doing here?” I asked. I was in disbelief. The phone call we had was realistically expected, but him popping up to my hotel room was a whole ‘nother thing I wasn’t expecting. Grant it, every bone in my body wanted him to jump on me right then and there, but he had some explaining to do.

“How’d you know where my hotel room was?” That answer was obvious too, but like I said, “he had some explaining to do.” He puts his hands up in defeat and says, “Look, I apologize for popping up so suddenly. I know it’s not appropriate, but I really wanted to see you. You, of course, gave Yvonne your hotel information, in case she needed to see you while you were in town, so I thought I’d stop by and see you myself.” I put my hand on my hip 🙄. He continues, “Please don’t be mad. I promise I’m not trying to stalk you. I just couldn’t get you out my mind. Our connection is something I’ve never felt before and I don’t know when I’ll ever see you again. But if you want me to leave, I will.”

There was a little voice in my head going off telling me, “Don’t let him in.” I was starting to listen to it. I didn’t need to entangle myself in this unrighteousness. But his eyes. They were so tempting, so gorgeous, so sexy. The way his t shirt clung to his musclar frame, the way his sweat pants showed his growing bulge, the way he looked at me all felt so right. Even though there was the little voice telling me not to let him in, there was a bigger voice yelling “LET HIM IN!”

He turned around and was about to walk away, when I grabbed his arm. “Wait! Don’t leave.” I said. I let him inside...

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#part6 #ourphonecall

I shot right up in surprise. “How’d you find my number?” I asked. The answer was obvious, I just wanted to hear it from him. He chuckled, “My fiancé is your client. Your contact information was very easy to obtain.”

I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes as I yawned. “Did I wake you?” He asked. “Not at all. I was still up watching some Netflix.” I was lying, but I didn’t wanna cut the conversation short. I knew this was a lifetime opportunity to keep him on the phone. “Not too long after you left, Yvonne left out of town to go see her family, so she left me all alone. Thought I’d call you to keep me company.”

Excitement and nervousness rushed through me all at once. I knew how wrong it was to wrap myself into this situation, but the bad girl in me wanted him so bad. We talked all night laughing, swapping stories, and had a little phone sex too. I was starting to get exhausted from being on the phone all night, so I told him I was wrapping things up, and said, “Well, I’m off to bed now. It was nice chatting with you.” He paused for a second, “Thought you were going to keep me company?” He asked. I chuckled 🤭, “I did. We’ve been on the phone all night. I have to sleep at some point.”

I could feel his smirk through the phone, “You won’t be sleeping anytime soon.” He said. Confused, I asked, “And why is that?” He then said the most dangerous words ever, “Because I’m outside your hotel room door.”

He knocked twice on the door...

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#part5 #whydididothat

I left Yvonne’s place feeling super guilty, but I wasn’t sure if it was because I almost slept with her fiancé, or if it was because we almost got caught. I drove back to my hotel with my mind going in different directions 🧭. The last thing he said to me before I left was, “We’ll keep in touch.”

I arrived back to my hotel and took a much needed shower. I had to clear my head. So many thoughts were going through my brain 🧠. I wasn’t sure it was guilt I was feeling, or excitement. In that moment everything felt so... good. The passion behind our sneaky endeavor was exhilarating. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to feel that way again.

After my long shower, I laid down and turned on some Netflix. I planned on watching it until I fell asleep. I was tired from work and just wanted to relax and push those dirty thoughts out my mind. I decided getting caught up in that situation wasn’t a good idea. I was dozing off from the movie I was watching, when my phone 📱 rang.

In my dazed state, I answered without looking. “Hello”, I answered. “Hello gorgeous.” It was him.

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#part4 #shecantknow

As soon as we heard the turning of her key 🔑, I knew we only had a good 30 seconds before she walked inside. If she had seen me on top of him, it would’ve been curtains for both of us. I quickly lept from him, hooking my bra back into place and fixing my shirt. She then stepped inside, luckily not noticing a thing.

To make things look less suspicious he walked into the kitchen, before she could see us in the living room together. Everything looked normal now, even though we both knew what almost took place before she came home.

“Yvonne, it’s so nice to see you.” I said, sticking my hand out to shake hers. She smiled with such delight. Yvonne was beautiful. She had a beautiful figure, not much junk in the trunk, but her perky rack, sure made up for it. I didn’t lack in the booty department, but she did for sure. Hence why her husband had his hands all over it before her arrival.

She shook my hand. “Nice to finally see you as well. I came home early, so I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” She walked over to him and pecks him on the lips 👄. “Sorry I didn’t tell you I’d be home early, sweetie.” She says. He swats her on the butt, “don’t worry about it, babes. I’m just glad you made it safe.”

She walks upstairs to set her things down. He grabs me around the waist and pecks me on the lips. “We’ll finish this later.” He says, as he winks his eye.

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#part3 #temptation

I sat on the couch and he scooted closer to me. My heart was beating out of my chest. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. It was pounding so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it too.

“When’s she coming home?” I asked shakily. He puts his arm around me and says “It’s only 3:00. She’ll be home in about 30 minutes 😏.” 30 minutes was plenty of time. All I needed was 20. He stares deep into my eyes 👀. All the lust in the air was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. He leans in and kisses me. His lips felt like butter. Sweet butter in fact. So smooth and they tasted so good. I could taste the listerine on his tongue. The way he graciously twirled it in my mouth was amazing.

His hands began to wonder. They went from his lap to my waist. His big hands pulled me into him. He began massaging my breast. I was never a busty woman to begin with, a solid B cup on a good day, but they were enough for him to grab on. The wetness between my legs began to trickle down my thigh. I was his, but only for that moment. I straddled his lap as his hands cupped my apple booty.

He began to lift up my shirt 👚 and unhook my bra. My breast were in his sight and he took my right breast into his mouth. The feelings was exhilarating. I felt his bulge grow bigger and bigger. We were five minutes in, all I needed was 15 more.

There was clicking sound at the door. She was home early...

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#Part2 #whenisteppedthruthedoor

When I stepped inside, I first noticed the immaculate decor that adorned the walls of their beautiful house. Pictures of their children, parents, and other family photos decorated the entire living area. He noticed my fascination and that is what he used to draw me in more.

“You like what you see?”, he asked, flashing me a handsome smile. I could tell he could read my body language like an open book. Everything I was feeling was being worn on my sleeve, and he knew that. “I— it’s lovely”, I stammered out. He could sense my nervousness. “You don’t have to be shy. Make yourself at home. You’re gonna be waiting a little while because she won’t be home for another half hour.” He sat down on the couch, and patted the spot next to him.

At that point, I knew if i sat down, I’d give in to the temptation that was screaming between my legs. Every ounce of me wanted his strong hands to scoop me up. I wanted to be his right at that moment. I wanted him to taste every inch of me, every ounce of sweetness, every drop of my juices....

I sat down....

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Underneath the full moonlight of passion...

[contrabandluv]

When I first saw him, all I could see was the lust in his eyes 👀. I knew what was going to happen....

I was on business, on an away trip in Arizona. My orginal client was his fiancé, but for some reason he was home... alone. A few knocks on the door 🚪, he answers. “Come on in”, he says. His eyes filled with sexual intent. “Oh I’m sorry, I must have the wrong house.” I say, as I try to walk away. He politely grabs my arm, “No you don’t. You have the right address.” His touch felt... so bad, but good for me. In the brief moment we made contact, I know the beautiful jewel 💎 between my thighs wanted him under her spellbinding power. I wanted him to feel my full moon 🌕 light of passion. I walked inside...