As the saying goes, home is where the heart is. Taxi, take us home.
Setting the Stage
I am in the process of sharing an erotic journey called Sensual Shadows. Sensual Shadows was a blog I once orchestrated with a great love, Sienna. I will share of many of those posts here and finish out the rest of our journey with new material never before shared publicly. It is first and foremost a story of transcendent love. It is also a detailed journey into sexual fetishes and, ultimately, the realm of interracial cuckolding. Taxi, Take Us Home is a continuation of how Sienna and I came to be lovers and is part II of our three-part origin story.
- Sensual Shadows – Introduction and Love-Lust Toast
- Gently Removing Sienna’s Mask is part I.
- Part III is coming soon.
Taxi, Take Us Home
It is after 1 am and we are standing outside the hip eclectic bar where we have spent the last three hours socializing with colleagues. The unspoken strategy we both seemed to employ was a sexy dance of moving in and out of conversations, sitting next to each other, and grasping the guiding hand of the intense sexual/spiritual energy that swirled around us. I was caught up in this haze of sexy, erotic energy. Michael, I could physically feel your passion flooding my presence while sitting next to you. As we mingled and worked the room, I remained focused on your whereabouts like a laser GPS…steeling glances and making eye contact that communicated what would soon read out like an addictive romance novel.
As we waited outside under the Spring moon, we engaged deeply into what must have seemed to be a business conversation to the colleagues swarming around us. Yet, it was a purposeful focus on a YouTube video you insisted showing me. I love your passion for music. We hung back and looked down intently at your phone as others rushed into cabs to get back to the hotel. You were keeping us back from the hurried rush for taxis so that we would have our own private ride. While others hurried past us, my world became quiet and fiery…it was just Us.
We slid across the backseat of taxi almost as one. I remember resting my inside leg over yours as we settled into watching the YouTube video on our ride back to the hotel. I looked over at you and deep into your eyes as we waited for the song “Hypnotized” to play… I was already hypnotized.
“Sienna, you had me hypnotized and still do. This was the first time we were truly in one another’s intimate space. I can still feel the electricity from that ride…the charge echoing throughout my soul. Our bodies were close with legs entwined and my heart gently pounding.”
As I shared in Gently Removing Sienna’s Mask, our interactions over the years leading up to this moment had been brief, yet very intense. She had just enough of a protective mask that I couldn’t see the path to her heart. And, while she is gorgeous, it is her heart that I wanted…even the uniting of our souls.
In the taxi, we lean into each other…hands touching as we play with our phones sharing songs and videos. We seemed so involved in our music and playlists. Funny though, we couldn’t get anything to play. Even simple tasks such as making a selection and pressing play were beyond us. Our attention was on each other and our subtle but increasingly sensual dance. Our hands rest warmly and perfectly over one another’s thighs. Sienna leans into my chest as we laugh with nervous energy. Her scent fills my being and I am illuminated. Pressed together in the cab, an overwhelming sensation of wholeness begins to rise within me.
We arrive back at hotel too quickly. I didn’t want it to end. As we walk toward the elevators, Michael leans in close and whispers his room number along with an invitation to come to his room for a glass of wine. I’m speechless and feeling so nervously excited. The elevator opens and soon fills with the people we had spent the last several hours with socializing. My floor is the 6th, and his is the the 8th. I slip off at 6 and say goodnight to Michael and everyone in the elevator.
With a quick glance into one another’s eyes, we communicate in a language nobody else could interpret but one that told Michael I would see him soon…in a matter of minutes. I quickly rush to my room brush my teeth. I realize I’m wearing my “everyday beige” lingerie but have no time to change and could care less. At least they were matching and sort of lacy…(okay a stretch, boring and daily). I bolt out the door toward the elevator and seconds later it was as if my body had floated up to the 8th floor. There I was… standing outside Michael’s door…heart pounding and body shaking with excitement. I knew this knock would open a door to a whole new world.
Based on how the night had gone, I felt pretty confident that Sienna was going to come to my room but wasn’t sure. However, I was damn sure that I wanted her here with me. I scramble around the room straightening things up, setting the lights, queuing the music playlist, and opening some wine. I hear a soft knock on the door and everything else in the world fades away. She’s here…my angel of love is home.
To be continued…