Free Cornbread & Caviar by Empress Lablaque Page B

the hell are you doing to me?"
In the water, Hilton seems to experience new sensations of lovemaking, and his grunts of passion fill the steamy shower. Red and pulsating, his swollen shaft throbs between my fingers. Another cry tells me his end is near. He raises his head with mouth agape, panting, nervously running his fingers through his damp hair.
I remove my lips, then with one smooth stroke through my tight fist, Hilton shudders, then spills his passions onto the tiled floor. His breathing is erratic as he leans forward to plant a kiss on my forehead. "Wha-what's happening?" he says tenderly. "I've made love countless time, but I've never experienced making love in the shower. It’s truly wonderful."
After re-lathering his body and rinsing, he turns off the water, then steps out of the shower.
When I accompany him, a thick towel is waiting for me. "You're the sweetest," I say, blotting my hair.
"This has been quite an experience," he says with a crooked grin. "One I'll never forget."
* * * * *
    On the way to the bedroom, we lose our towels some place between Cincinnati and Buffalo. In other words, I have no idea. As fate moves our emotions along, we finally succumb to blissful sleep.
    While I sleep, vivid dreams plague my slumber. In these dreams, I look upon Hilton's handsome face, and I notice an eerie glow encompasses him. I watch that spectacular glow as it lifts and floats splendidly upward.
    Following the brilliant light, I watch it hover above the foot of the bed. Shortly afterward, it's joined by another radiant light that seems to have traveled over my head. When these two lights unite, shards of sparkling lights spew from its core. The impact is breathtaking, and almost blinding.
    Suddenly, a male's voice echoes throughout the room. "I thought we'd never get those two together, Pearl."
The other voice is feminine, lighter, and much sweeter. "You're right, Samuel. It took a long time."
Then the lights diminished, and there's nothing. Dare I wake Hilton and tell him what I saw, or dreamt? I smile softly. Perhaps I'd keep my little secret.
* * * * *
    Hilton becomes my knight in shining armor, and I become his fantasy. Though Hilton buys out my share of the estate, our love grows to unspeakable heights.
It isn't so odd that love struck twice in the same place. As if we are reincarnations of our great grandparents, we're hopelessly drawn to each other.
* * * * *
    When I gather my nerve, I ask Hilton to explain why he hates prostitutes. He replies, "Because my grandfather ran a speakeasy, prostitutes ran freely about. Most were worn-out, diseased alcoholics. My grandfather warned me against sleeping with these vile creatures. However, I decide I’m man enough to make my own decisions. Under an assumed name, I discreetly schedule a session with one of these tempting ladies. This encounter quickly turns into a freak show.
    Being well endowed, my secret was revealed and everyone wanted to ride this young pony. The evil women teamed up, pawed my cock until it was raw, then took turns using me. For years, an inappropriate topic was the size of my package. As I matured, I put trash where it belongs—under my foot. Yet, I bore the scars of these contemptible jokesters. Yes, I hated all prostitutes. I swore I’d never sleep with another.”
* * * * *
    Shortly after our relationship starts, Hilton kicks Satin and her crew to the curb. Now, he only holds legitimate auctions, all of them profitable, catering mostly to charity.
    At night, I lie awake in my two-story brick home and I ponder my life. Holding my standards has gotten me what I wanted, even if I were naughty in the end. I salute Hilton for telling the truth at all cost.
    Tory is doing just fine and attending private school. For good measure, I paid to have Mama in rehab a while longer. I've come to grips with reality. She'll never get well, and she'll never be the woman who sacrificed for me. However, she does look great with her new dentures. Hilton