His Name is Blane
The intensity of his eyes blazed through me like a wildfire in a drought as he took me in his arms at once. I could feel the bulge of his erection as he pulled me by my waist into his and lowered his lips to my ear.
“Tell me you want me, Liza,” he whispered. I closed my eyes as his breath grazed my neck with the rush of desire. I let out a heavy breath, making my lust apparent.
“I want you,” I whispered back.
Blane ran his large, steady hands down the sides of my body and down to my ankles carefully removing my shoes. He then slid his hands up my legs from beneath my dress, exposing my skin. The slow and sensual touch of his hands infused me with anticipation as I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands steadied me from beneath my dress as he laid me down gently on the red couch.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, kissing my thigh. He moved his hands over, on top of my panties.
“Yes,” I said prying my hands beneath my silken underwear and sliding it down my legs.
His fingers massaged my clit in a circular motion. I arched my back. A tingling flow of electricity surged down my legs. My juices gushed like Niagara Falls.
“Ooooh,” I moaned.
He slid his finger into my slippery cavern and danced on my button like a ballerina.
“Oooh,” I moaned again. Don’t cum, I thought. Not yet.
The bulge in his pants became bigger and more defined as I encouraged him to disrobe. Likewise, my dress was making its way off my body as he fondled my breasts and broke off the straps. His kisses trickled passionately down my neck, making their way down to suckle my nipples. I couldn’t wait any longer to feel him inside of me and decidedly took matters into my own hands, pulling him on top of me. The blessing of his large penis filled me with ecstasy as I let out a moan of satisfaction. With each pump, I felt a flowing of sheer delight shooting down my legs and into my toes. The giddy feelings would be my companion as Blane made passionate love to me. In and out he went, giving me one orgasm after the next. The only thing that would bring this to a conclusion is when he, himself had decided he’d had enough. I could certainly keep going.
“Yes, Liza,” he whispered in my ear. “Yes, yes, yes. You feel amazing. You’re so beautiful.”
He brushed my hair back out of my face and kissed me once more moving inward and outward more quickly and savagely. He soon filled me with his seed, letting out the large moans of male orgasm. Oddly still, he lingered there, holding me close to him before removing his penis from its cozy place.
“Thank you,” he said out of breath, holding his forehead to mine. Thank you? That was was an odd response, I thought to myself.
When it was all over, I fumbled to get the torn dress to cover my body again, but it wasn’t quite working out. After the brief moment of satisfaction I had experienced, I was disgusted with myself for what I had done. I suppose I had used sex as a bargaining chip in the past, but never in this manner. What was this manner anyway? This man had told me he could take me through a portal to another world where his estranged mother had kidnapped my two sons. There was no manner in which I was using sex other than giving in to my desire for a man who had made claims I had no way of substantiating. He knelt down next me, pulling my chest to his head and pressing it firmly between my bosom.
“I’ll get you some other clothes baby. Don’t worry. I’ll always take care of you,” he said with his arms wrapped around my waist.
He held me as if he never wanted to let me go. The way he was treating me was all too familiar, yet foreign at the same time. Many men had doted on me in the past, but it was commonly followed with emotional distance. I was always bracing myself for this harsh truth, but with this man, I had no expectation. I didn’t even know if the lovemaking had made me draw closer, or to resent him more. The only thing I knew is that I would move mountains to be with my children once again and any other feelings were secondary. He excused himself from the office momentarily, then reappeared with clothes in hand.
“Here, change. You ought to be more comfortable in this,” he said throwing a pair of pants and shirt in my direction.
He had given me an all-black outfit, complete with an adorable black pair of shoes. I was beginning to become infused again with the butterfly feelings as my fingers ran across the fabric. Shaking my head, I did my best to regain focus as I quickly changed. Blane had a large, smoking cigar between his teeth with his legs propped up against the desk. In his satisfaction, I could observe an even stranger transformation. The gray hairs on his head were darkening into thick locks of black, shiny hair. His wrinkled skin became as smooth as a newly ironed shirt. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to recall what he looked like the first time I saw him. I remembered his father-like appearance, yet sexy demeanor. I tried to reason with myself that my mind must have been playing tricks on me, but when I opened my eyes again, I could see this wasn’t the case. The muscles beneath his shirt began to bulk and grow. His spine straightened as he stood up. He was young and handsome. I gasped.
“What is it Liza?” he asked.
“It’s you, Blane,” I said. “You look younger. You look different.”
I walked over and gently stroked his face. I wrinkled my eyebrows as I squinted to get a look at him. He held my hand against him and closed his eyes.
“I do?” he said. He grabbed a mirror off his desk and peered into it. He looked at it from each angle, stroking his chin. “Well, I suppose it has something to do with the way we made love.”
“What?” I asked.
“Well, you see Liza, I live in a world where I make the dreams of others come true. Sometimes it drains me and I become a bit ragged and older in appearance. It’s a curse that was put on me. The only true way to remedy it is to make a dream of my own come true. The trouble is, I never bothered to have a dream. That is, not until I met you,” he replied.
“How old are you anyway?” I asked.
“That’s not really important right now,” he responded. “I may tell you someday, but not today.”
His new appearance filled me with even more attraction toward him. I had chemistry with this older man, but the young form he took now was purely irresistible. He pulled me into him for a kiss that completely and utterly knocked my socks off, then held my face back, admiring me. We stood there in each other’s arms for a while, but I managed to break away, remembering that I had to talk to my mom. I had hoped that she was not so entrenched in this dream world that she had forgotten me or our journey together. A part of me didn’t want to leave Blane’s side for a single solitary moment , but I had to maintain strength over my emotions.
I exited the room, careful not to look back at his loveable face. What if I fell in love with him? Fighting the feelings he gave me proved difficult but altogether possible. I knew I must remain steady in my intentions. I found my way to the office next door where my mom sat quietly in an easy chair sipping her champagne quite nervously. The smile on her face was the size of Texas, but her emotion was off. She was excitable and giddy, but altogether odd in the way she sat there in ignorance of the entire situation. It wasn’t like her not to worry about Jameson and Noah. Even though I had some strong feelings already developing for Blane, I couldn’t feel comfortable with the way his “world” was making my mother behave. I knelt down next to her holding her hand in mine and looking up at her smiling face.
“Hi, my sweet daughter,” she said as she stroked my hair. “How’s everything going? Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Mom,” I started. “I need you listen to me. Someone has taken Jameson and Noah and we are going to get them back, okay?”
“Okay sweetheart, that sounds like a fabulous idea.”
“Okay, Mom? Look at me,” I grabbed her face to make her look me in the eye. “Everything is going to be okay. Blane is going to take us to where they are and it’s all going to be okay. Do you understand mom?”
“Yes, darling. I understand,” She said calmly.
“Okay, good,” I responded. “I’ll be right back okay? Then, Blane and I are going to come and get you.”
She nodded and continued to sip the champagne. I wanted to knock it from her hands, but I didn’t want the same reaction I got when I tried to remove her dress, so I just let her be.
I went back to Blane’s office where he was sitting patiently on the red couch with a devilish grin and dressed in a button-up shirt and jeans. His muscles were peaking out at me from beneath his sleeves, beckoning me for a single touch. He had definitely transformed from an intriguing older man to a young hot lad. I sat down next to him, arranging myself as closely as possible. He put his arm around me, encouraging me to lay my head down on his shoulder.
“Now what?” I asked. He rubbed down my arm comforting me. He could feel the emotion rushing out as my teardrops fell on his shirt. I was feeling vulnerable beneath his big, safe arm.
“Now, is for whatever you want Liza,” he responded. “We can go back to the party while you collect your thoughts or we can go through the portal now. It’s up to you.”
I didn’t see why we should waste any time getting there. As anywhere closer to my children was more desirable. I felt like this was the precise moment when someone should come in and warn me that this was a bad idea to trust Blane, but such a thing didn’t happen. With that, I felt I must take a leap of faith with this man who seemed so wonderful and genuinely interested in helping me. On a side note, he was hot and amazingly good in bed.
Blane brushed my hair back and kissed me on my lips. He knew how to evoke positive emotions in me. We held each other there for a while on the couch, just enjoying the presence of mutual attraction. The butterflies came as he wiped away every tear. I relished the experience. There was a knock on the door followed by an attractive woman escorting my mom into the room.
“Oh darling,” she giggled. “You didn’t tell me you had a new boyfriend. I thought you were seeing Gary.”
“He’s not my boyfriend mom,” I replied. “This is Blane. Blane, this is my mother Mrs. Ward,”
Blane stood up to shake hands with my mom, but I could tell he was a bit tormented by the whole thing. The corners of his lips turned down. His brows wrinkled up. The look of discomfort invaded his demeanor. I tried to ignore my intuition telling me so at the time, but in retrospect, it was there in his face all along.
“Hi, Blane,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“It is a pleasure, Mrs. Ward,” he responded.
“Shall we go ladies?” he asked extending out each elbow.
Each of us grabbed an arm as we walked out of his office. All the cubicles had disappeared and we were on a rocky ledge with nothing but a rushing waterfall beneath us. The water was so loud, we had to yell to hear one another.
“Where are we?” I shouted to Blane.
“This is the portal,” he explained. “We have to jump.”
“Jump?” I asked. “No, I can’t jump. We’ll drown are you crazy?”
He grabbed hold of both our arms. His grip was as tight as a rubber band. When he jumped, we had no other choice but to follow. I held to him, holding my breath in anticipation of the water. I didn’t feel any water, however, only the rush of tiny bubbles on my skin, which later turned to darkness. The sensations tickled all over my body as we descended down, down, down as bright lights came flashing before us in different colors. First, purple, blue, and yellow. Then, pink. When the flashing lights stopped, the bubbly sensation ceased as well. All at once it’s as if I was lying down the whole time in a peaceful slumber. My eyes were still closed as I was vaguely aware of my senses.
“Would you like a cocktail, baby?” I heard Blane’s voice say.
I could feel myself nestled in a hammock with a light quilt covering me. The sun was shining down as a slight breeze blew over my sleeping body. My eyes flickered open to the sight of Blane standing over with me with two drinks in his hand.
“I thought you’d be more comfortable here.”
“Where’s my mom?” I asked as I sat straight up out of my restful position. I could feel my insides clenching with anxiety.
“She’s over there,” he gestured.
I looked around at the sight of a beautiful, tropical beach. There were large palm trees standing high above us and colorful birds flapping about. My mom was all sprawled out on the warm sand wearing a large wide-brimmed hat. There were dolphins jumping from the ocean water to say hello. Blane put the drink in my hand.
“Thanks,” I said. I tilted the glass toward my lips allowing the delicious drink to flow in my mouth. The fruity flavor danced around on my taste buds, as the sweet liquid shimmied down my throat. Again all those good, excited feelings penetrated the cells in my body as I consumed it. My surroundings were a true picture of paradise. Had I died and gone to heaven?
“You’re welcome, baby,” he responded. “So, I think you and Mrs. Ward should rest while you adjust to the change. I’ve got plenty of room for the two of you at my house. We’ll make a plan to get to the other island tomorrow.”
“A plan?” my eyes narrowed as I looked out into the distance. The other island was visible from where I was. “It’s just right over there. Isn’t it? How hard can it be to get to her island?”
“Don’t be impatient with me Liza,” he responded. “I know what I’m talking about.”
“You don’t have to be so brash.”
I was frustrated with his nonchalance regarding retrieving my children. It seemed like we just arrived at our vacation venue. I was in no mood to sip cocktails on the beach while God knows what was happening to my children on that other island.
“Are they safe there?” I asked. “Is your mother being mean to them?”
“Of course not,” he scoffed. “Mother isn’t mean at all, but sometimes she takes things that don’t belong to her.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because she can Liza. She’s a Goddess with powers that are beyond human comprehension. Sometimes she takes things because she believes they rightfully belong to her and other times she thinks she’s helping,” he responded as if it were no big deal. His indifference toward the situation was aggravating. The good feeling to which I was becoming accustomed became fleeting in light of the situation.
“If she’s not mean at all, then why doesn’t she speak to you anymore?” I asked.
“Because I hurt her when I created my own island and went against the things that she wanted. I’ve already told you all this. I wish you would just relax. We’ve barely just arrived and already you’re questioning my intentions. There’s so much here for me to show you, Liza. I can open your eyes to wonders that you’ve never before seen and appeal to your senses as nobody has before.”
“You can’t just keep distracting me,” I replied. I knew his aims to infuse my experience with happy thoughts would derail me from my own agenda.
“Very well then,” he responded. “I will be here to assist you in any way I can.”
Blane was agitated by my adamant regard toward retrieving my children. It was apparent by his demeanor and the manner in which he spoke to me. I couldn’t understand why, as he had assured me his only purpose for escorting me to this island was to help. He then nestled into the hammock with me, encouraging me to lay my head down on his chest.
“We’ve started off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry. Okay?” he said kissing my forehead.
“Okay,” I grumbled.
Laying on my side I stretched my arm across his belly and intertwined our legs into a cuddle. One word described my feelings: butterflies. He held me tight, stroking the back of my head as I enjoyed the embraces of my new companion. Here on this beach, lying on a hammock, I felt so much comfort in his arms, but very little calm. It was a feeling difficult to explain and more perplexing to feel. Without thinking or trying to analyze anything, I burrowed deeper into his being. There was something about him that captivated my soul. Even the minute sense that I may be running in circles was hushed by the lullaby of his song. This thing that he was couldn’t be explained. He would steal my heart and take away the pain. His name is Blane.