And Finally; Love Part 1
Hazel
From inside the dressing room, I see a small improvised stage, the party also has a good DJ and good lighting. They certainly didn't spare any expense for the production of this event. I see Carmen leave the stage with her dance partners, they do a beautiful choreography, and I am ready to go.
Entering the stage again is a unique emotion. It's a delightful mix of happiness and anxiety that gives me butterflies in the stomach. Even after doing it for years, this sensation doesn't fade. The music, the lights, the anticipation of the audience—everything makes my body vibrate. It's almost the same feeling I had when I kissed Jonathan—something that slips beyond my control. I close my eyes before starting to dance, and the image that comes to mind isn't the choreography I'm about to perform, but the kiss I shared with Jonathan on the street when he held me tightly by the arms. The dance and the so
And Finally; love Part 2HazelJonathan tears up the contract in front of me! It’s over! No more lies, no more pretending! He doesn't kick me out. He doesn't say anything, he just keeps looking at me. In silence. I can feel a mixture of tension and anger, and see the frustration in his eyes. I know he wants me, but doesn't know what to do with me. And I can no longer hide this feeling anymore, nor can I wait any longer to have him with me. It's my time to act. My time to make amends for my wrong decisions of always running away. This fear is also over! I won't run away anymore. I go towards him as quickly as I ran off the stage when I saw him at the party, and I cling onto him in a kiss that I was eagerly awaiting. He was not expecting this, I know, but he returns the kiss with ardor. He also wanted it as much as me! Overcome with a deep desire, I throw Jonathan onto the bed and sit on his body to kiss him more. Jonathan grabs my hair tightly, holding me to him and deepening our kis
A promising nightJonHazel wanted to see my hand scar. That's something I've never allowed any woman to see, because as well as making me vulnerable, it reminds me of horrible events with my father and how he treated me and my sister. She carefully removed the glove and didn't stare too long, but that feeling of acceptance moved me in an indescribable way. Submissives might do that, but not with the passion that Hazel showed. What she did, few people do. She touched old, not so healed wounds inside me. It could even backfire if I didn't love her already. I could have a fight, but not with her. I've never felt about any woman the way I feel about her. She broke me, deconstructed me and seems to want to rebuild everything again. But in a good way. Taking an interest in my tastes was something unique. I never thought she'd want to know what I'm like. But you have to respect the steps. Everything I always imagined would happen with Iolla ended up happening wit
A proposing night Part 2JonI take her arm and don't intend to mention that I've cut up one of Hazel's dance outfits. I don't want to prolong this subject and these situations. I just want to have dinner with my girlfriend in peace.It's an hour before a flight that stops over in London. I'll wait with her. Because I need to see that she has boarded. After those clothes, I expect everything from an angry, rejected woman. Even though she confessed and asked for forgiveness before I knew it. She doesn't seem like a bad person after all, she was just angry. The worst thoughts must have gone through her head, that I would leave her in Dubai on the street with no money, that I wouldn't help her get back, that I wouldn't have the means to get her job back... I've heard terrible stories about submissive women who have been through the devil's bread thirty times. But that's the story: you have to know the person you're going to submit to well,
A hot dessert Part 1HazelMy cell phone is full of messages from Carmen. Of course she is worried about me! I need to answer her, but there is another one from my sister, telling me that mom will be hospitalized for two days to observe possible side effects, and that so far, everything is going well, and that her appetite is improving. What a happy day! I lie on my bed feeling indescribably happy.I call Carmen and tell her what's happened. She vibrates on the other end of the line. It's interesting how someone I have known for such a short time has turned out to be such a good friend. Someone who's rooting for me! While I waited for him, I went to choose a dress suitable for dinner. At this moment, I discovered that one of my most beautiful and expensive belly dancer dresses is completely destroyed, cut into strips by a pair of scissors, undoubtedly in the hands of an insane person, thirsting for revenge!It doesn't take long for me to receive a call from Jonathan, explaining the s
A hot dessert Part 2HazelFor the first time I see Jonathan eating more and faster than me. I smile at him as I notice this."Do you want to say something funny? Since you're laughing by yourself, you could share it with me so I can laugh too." Nothing much, I'm just watching you gain a few extra pounds.”Jonathan stops for a moment and looks at me."Do you realize how much energy we've expended this afternoon?" I giggle. "I'm surprised you didn't devour the whole starter before the main course. " I laugh a little louder."I raided the fridge. " Jonathan squints, curious. "You were taking too long. I ate something while you were at the airport. I didn't even know Nadia was home, so I ate some things I found in the fridge. “" This woman is going to bankrupt me.”Jonathan says, making fun and pulling me in for a kiss.Dessert arrives and Jonathan orders a wine whose name I don't know and tells t
Love and hateJonAfter the wonderful evening we had at the Al Iwan, Hazel tells me something frightening about what Hamdan allegedly said to her at dinner. I'm deeply worried about it. After the kiss and his request that Alex go with me instead of staying at the house, old and new worries are ignited in me. I need to talk to Sayid. And I need Aziz to get me a secret meeting behind closed doors with Hamdan."Jonathan, do you want me to kiss your ass too?”He shouts into his cell phone, plugged into the car. The people in the other car stopped at the traffic lights look at me strangely."I'd appreciate it if you didn't shout, Aziz.”I roll up the windows and turn on the air conditioning. I've usually taken Ahmet with me to work a few times, but now I'd rather he stayed at Hazel's disposal."What you're asking me, Turner, is almost impossible. You don't ask for a meeting with the owners of Dubai.
Just one session Part 1HazelAlthough I had an excellent night's sleep with Jonathan in his room, after that strange dream it seems that a part of my happiness is gone.Worrying about him makes me restless all day. I don't feel like doing anything. At these times I miss my family terribly. To talk, exchange ideas and feel the support of those who love me. My family here in Dubai is made up of people I know care about me, but I can't talk to them about everything I think. Only Carmen, and then I only have contact with Nadia, and maybe even Ahmet. I know I'm a bit invasive, but I love to touch, hug and feel! I'm a Taurean with exotic tastes. My mother, a woman who is very curious about the signs in the sky, taught me these things. She said that I am a person with the energy of the goddess of beauty and fertility. Aphrodite, goddess of love, the arts and harmony. Everything I like, I want to touch! I want to feel everything and I can fully commit if there's trust. I feel that security w
Just one session Part 2HazelJonathan starts my first session by taking off my blouse and kissing my neck."It doesn't hurt, it feels good." I say softly, almost moaning."Your voice drives me crazy."Then Jonathan holds my arms up, already wearing only my panties. But when he holds my feet, I see that the structure can make my feet slide to make my legs open. And they open until it's enough for him to penetrate me there. Standing up. However, Jonathan doesn't do this. I don't see what he does when he walks away from my sight. I'm trapped. I hear noises and it excites me a little, my heart is racing. A mixture of fear and sexual excitement. When he touches me again, it's to blindfold me. There's an elastic band that holds this blindfold over my head. Did he read my mind about how much I loved being blindfolded?"Remember that your safe word is yellow. Yellow." He repeats. "I won't stop if I hear "no", I won't stop if I hear "stop", I won't stop if you scream. I'll stop if I hear "yel