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One night stands were Yora's thing. Michael Jackson was no different. One night was all they had.
*Dissociative Identity Disorder*
A disorder characterized by the presence of two or more distinct per...
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Friday Night
❣︎ Yora ❣︎
I nervously stepped past him and into the room. I marveled in awe at the gigantic suite that was before me. There was a bed against a wall of floor to ceiling windows, with a golden lined headboard.
There were many more luxuries to this room such at the hot tub out on the balcony, and the mini bar on the complete other side of the room.
The door shut. The light from the hallway was no longer passing through and we were in complete darkness.
I felt an arm hook around my body and spin me around. His face was blackened by the dark room, but I could see his silhouette and feel his toned body against me.
"You really don't like to wait, I see." I teased.
I saw his head tilt slightly and a flash of his perfect white teeth. "I'm not someone that hesitates."
His lips met mine once again, with a more fiery feeling. If I could've seen his eyes, I knew they'd be filled with lust. I could feel that lust through this kiss.
He slowly started to move us further into the room. He laid me back and I felt the incredibly soft plush mattress against my back. I could see a little bit of his face from the moonlight shining through the windows.
He placed his hands on both sides of my head before leaning down to kiss me again. He was much rougher this time, as his tongue swirled aggressively with mine and he tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth. Neither one of us had taken off any clothes, yet I was breathless.
He moved to kissing my jaw, and then my neck. He left a few light bruises that were in the trail of his kisses.
He moved lower until the point where my dress was in the way. He reached around my back and unzipped it slowly.
Even though the room was dark, I could feel his burning stare. I knew he was looking right into my eyes, and that made me incredibly nervous.
He slid my dress off of my body, leaving me completely exposed. He ran his hand up the side of my torso, feeling my muscles tense under his fingertips.
"How many times am I going to have to ask you to relax?" He said with a light chuckle. "I know you've done this before, so what's the deal?"
