An elderly couple appear at the lift and find me sobbing uncontrollably, shivering and mumbling between sobs....
"Yanni.... w-w-where.... you..... I was scared! Whyyyy m-m-me? I'm not..... b-b-bad. Yanni! Yanni..... help me. Where are you?!"
The lovely lady stays with me, kneeling beside me and wrapping her arms around me while her husband goes down to the lobby to get help for me.
Soon I hear the ding of the elevator bell, signalling its arrival on our floor. The doors open and out bursts Yanni.
My face falls with relief as I acknowledge his arrival with a small squeak. He immediately drops to his knees and draws me into a tight embrace, my face buried in his neck.
I'm aware of very little after that moment, the sense of safety I feel in his arms allowing me to begin processing what has just happened.
I hear lots of disjointed sounds and observe only flashes of images, my head too full of the recent events for my mind to have room for unnecessary stimuli to distract it.
I hear Yanni thanking the elderly couple, muttering curse words under his breath and the ding of the lift.
There are a sea of faces everywhere I look, making me feel like an early 19th Century 'lusus naturae', a freak of nature like one of P.T Barnums human curiosities, so I bury my head in his neck as he effortlessly carries my limp body through the hotel.
The first truly coherent sentence I hear is "I'll never leave you alone again... I love you so much, I'm so sorry Syd!!"
At those words I focus my mind and the veil of mist that has been obscuring my vision lifts, revealing Yanni's tear filled eyes and stricken face only inches from my own.
I reach out and cup his face with my hands, now aware that I am lying on a bed with him laying beside me, his beautiful dark hair at stark odds with the icy brightness of the white cotton pillowcase. Pulling him into my arms, his head nestled in my neck, resting on my shoulder and his right hand on my chest directly over my heart. I grip his hand in my left one and squeeze, trying to comfort him, my right arm curling around the back of his head allowing me to play with the his fringe as I speak.....
"Ssshhhh!! It's ok..... I'm ok, I'm fine.... honestly, sshhhh!"
I feel his shoulders shaking and can hear some sniffles and harsh expirations making it obvious that he is crying. I continue to soothe him as if he were a colicky newborn baby, whispering reassuring words, tenderly stroking his hair and kissing the top of his head. After what feels like 100 years his body finally stills, his breathing far less laboured, his entire being has relaxed.
He has cried himself to sleep!!
Bless him! I really couldn't love this man more than I do right now!
I consider how unfair it is for me to keep that to myself, I should be confessing to him, giving him that most transcendent of gifts.... the feeling of being loved! He needs to feel desired, cared for, considered and special.
I need to tell him how precious he is to me, how I almost gave up and allowed the darkness to consume me whilst away from him, the only thing sustaining my body and soul was the thought of getting back to him, of hearing his deep rich voice saying my name and feeling his hands, tongue and lips on my body.
I need to show him how much he means to me.
I need to show him he is desired.
I need.... him!
Nothing else, just him!
I gently roll him onto his back trying not to disturb his sleep yet, and gingerly pull my arm from behind his head before heading to the bathroom.
My face is blotchy, my nose is red and my eyes are puffy, but thanks to my love of waterproof mascara I at least don't look like a horror film zombie.
I wash my face and brush my teeth and head back into the bedroom to get some nightwear as going out is far from appealing right now, and my date is on my bed aslee....AWAKE... and staring right at me!
"STOP!" he barks a little aggressively while sitting up, feet pulled up infront of him, soles together, his elbows on his knees, chin resting on his interlaced fingers.
I do as I'm instructed without hesitation, fearing that I'm about to step on something that will cause me pain. I drop my head to look for the offending item but find nothing.
Looking back up I find that he is still eyeing me intently, only now he is chewing on the side of his left thumb, his right hand gripping the sheets tightly.
My insides immediately twist, my heart racing, my head full of so many thoughts right now I feel dizzy....
'He really is the sexiest man alive'........'HOW IN THE HELL CAN I BE AROUSED AFTER THE LIFT INCIDENT?'........ 'That tongue!! Even when it's not on or in my body it makes me wet!'......
"The things I want to do to him!!"
His eyes widen and he sucks air through his teeth, then it hits.....
BOLLOCKS.... I've just thought that last sentence OUT LOUD! I groan with embarrassment.....
Ok, no matter!
He knows I find him attractive, we've already been VERY intimate, he has told me twice now that he loves me.... and no, it doesn't matter a bit that both times were during highly emotional periods, the first when he was led away in handcuffs, then again earlier tonight.
The thought of handcuffs makes me shudder with lust. If I had been wearing knickers they would be wet!
Why am I embarrassed for him to know I want him? What is wrong with two people having a chemistry? Nothing. I'm going to own this!
I am desperate to feel his body in my hands, longing for his weight to press down on me, his powerful hips bucking under me as I ride him like a rodeo cowgirl....holy shit, my legs are trembling.
I look into his eyes and find there a reflection of my own thoughts, he is feeling it too!
I bite on the tip of my right index finger and smirk at him, dipping my head and raising my eyes to watch him, then slowly and deliberately allow my left hand to glide down my torso and find the hem of the dress, raising it just enough for him to see that I am wearing the underwear he left for me. My right hand joins my left and a small moan escapes me, my eyes closed and lips parted. I open my eyes to watch his reaction... it does not disappoint!
His eyes are wide like saucers and his jaw is slack. A gasp followed by a deep groan leave his beautiful throat before he bites his lower lip.....hard, wrinkles up his nose like a cute bunny and holds his breath for a second before the lowest, longest and most powerful growl I've ever heard erupts from him. I swear that I felt if vibrate through me from my position across the room!
Every one of my muscles contract, my body feeling like it is going to burst, a prickling sensation washes over every inch of my skin, the feeling both amazing and torturous at the same time.... I want it to last forever, but I need it to stop soon.
I stop fighting it and relax all my muscles and it happens...... releasing a long and shuddering exhale as exquisite pleasure washes over every inch of my body, rippling waves of energy flow through me as my orgasm hits like a train!
My legs too weak to hold me upright I drop to my knees, my hand searching for and finding the evidence of my release. I'm shocked..... I've never come untouched before, and look to Yanni as I realise that he too came with no physical stimulation.
Wow... an energy orgasm. I now believe they exist.... gotta love the Taoists!