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  Synopsis

  Déjà Vu

  © 2013 Willow Ward

  DESCRIPTION: Marisa Sullivan has a chance meeting and decides to have a one night stand, but the man she has a one night stand with could change her outlook on life. Very explicit sex scenes.

  LENGTH: An erotica novelette of approximately 12,300.

  Chapter 1

  Marisa sighed as she admired his golden bronze muscular body standing there. She’d been craving that body for so long.

  She couldn’t resist touching him.

  Her hand reached out to caress his skin. His upper body felt so hard. His stomach was toned with six pack abs.

  She ran a finger down his strong biceps wondering how they feel wrapped around her body as he thrust into her?

  He laid down beside her.

  She moved over to place small kisses on his chest.

  She licked each nipple with her tongue.

  His hands slide into her hair, pulling it back as she went from nipple to nipple.

  His nipples were glistening and erect from her mouth.

  She moved down his body placing small kisses as she went.

  Her hands massaged his length through his boxers.

  She rose up to her knees to pull his underwear down.

  Her pussy was getting wetter as she slowly unveiled his penis.

  Licking her lips, this is what she's been waiting for.

  She was impressed with the length of his dick. The head was round and fat. The length had pink veins running through every eleven inches of it.

  She licked the tip working her way to the base. Every time her hand stroked down, the hole of his dick would wink at her with a little pre-cum leaking from it.

  She licked her lips anticipating the taste of it on her tongue.

  She used one hand to stroke and the other to fondle his balls.

  As her hand moved up and down his length, she became fascinated watching it grow.

  Unable to hold off, she licked the pre-cum off his dick.

  She took his dick deep to her throat. Making sure she got every inch wet. She let him feel the back of her throat. Her head couldn't stop bobbing up and down his length.

  She massaged the underside with her tongue, alternating between taking him far and deep.

  Her mouth made slurping noises as she swirled her tongue when she reached the tip.

  She opened her mouth wider trying to take as much of his width and length as it would allow.

  His hips began moving to her sucking frenzy. He held her head as he fed his dick to her, making saliva drip down the side of her mouth.

  “Yeah, that’s it. Oh Sweetheart,” he couldn’t help himself from groaning. It felt so good being balls deep inside of her mouth.

  “Oh shit. I’m going to cum,” he said, pulling out feeling his balls over flowing with a release.

  If he hadn't pulled out when he did his load would've filled up her mouth. He didn’t want to cum that way. He wanted to feel her tight, wet pussy convulse around him as he shot his cum into her.

  She watched as his dick popped out of her mouth. It was standing straight out at her, ready for action.

  She was hot for him.

  Her honey sweetness was already running down her legs in anticipation.

  He pulled her up, kissing, backing her up. “Bedroom?” He said, kissing her throat, working his way down her body.

  He plucked her brown nipples with his thumb and forefinger, watching her nipples hardened into pebbles.

  “Follow me,” she said, walking backwards. She held his head while he licked and sucked on her nipples, gently pulling them with his teeth.

  She felt his hands descend down her stomach to her pussy.

  She moaned when he swiped a finger between her pussy lips. He thumbed her clit to a hard nub.

  “Ummmm,” She sighed. She was losing her mind as his head went from nipple to nipple, while he fingered her pussy.

  As she became wetter he stuck in a second.

  “Damn, this pussy is tight, wet.”

  “Ohhhhh,” she moaned, hearing her wetness as he fingered her. Her stomach tighten. He was about to make her cum.

  “Ohhhhh. Yeessss,” Marisa hissed, as she pulled his head from her nipples and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She used her mouth to suck on his tongue the same way she sucked on his dick.

  He pulled his fingers from her pussy and made her suck on them as he bent down in front of her.

  “Good?”

  Marisa nodded.

  “Let me see. I need to form my own opinion.”

  He raised her leg over his shoulder and opened her pussy lips, smiling. “This is beautiful,” she heard him say. The first brush of his tongue on her clit made her jump back from him.

  Wrapping his hands tighter around her waist, he pulled her back to him.

  He gave the inside of her thigh a kiss before flicking her clit.

  Marisa placed a hand behind his head.

  He flicked her clit again with his tongue.

  She pulled her bottom lip with her teeth.

  “Ohhhhh! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she pleaded.

  He alternated between dipping his tongue deep inside of her and tonguing her clit.

  Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed enjoying the feel of his mouth eating her out.

  Seeing the wetness around his mouth, she gyrated her pussy on his face.

  Every time she felt ready to cum, he would pull back.

  He gave her one final lick, before standing up.

  “I have something that will make you cum,” he said, placing his dick near her entrance.

  Marisa's eyes popped opened.

  She had a finger in her pussy and the other hand was caressing her breast as she awoke from her bath.

  Realizing it was just a dream, Marisa stood up from the bathtub.

  She'd been having these dreams for weeks now. It was always the same dream, same man and same fictitious finale.

  She dried off her hot and aroused body while her mind drifted off to her most recent dream.

  She could subconsciously still feel his tongue embedded deep within her walls.

  Whenever she closed her eyes, he was there taunting and teasing her. Making her mind run wild with thoughts of the two of them having untamed sex.

  Marisa padded to her bed, slamming her arms through her silk robe. She was past sexually frustrated. She was irritated as hell with those damn dreams. To her they had no deep significant meaning.

  She had so many questions regarding these dreams. Like, who was this man? And why did the dreams always stop as they were about to have sex?

  As she moisturized her body with Carol’s Daughter products, Marisa wondered at what point did her life change.

  She used to have a active sex life. Now the only thing she had to look forward to is her redundant celibacy.

  She was a twenty-four year old woman who went to school during the day and worked at night. She was in excellent health.

  She had her own apartment which meant privacy so she was free to come and go without answering to anyone. And she had no boyfriend to complicate her life. So what was holding her back from putting herself out there and having a little fun?

  At the club she worked at, men would hit on her all the time. One bat of her eyelash, or a swing of a hip and she could have any man in there.

  She loved sex. Enjoyed everything leading up to it, particularly the cohabit part.

  Marisa went to the bathroom looking this way and that way at her body.

  Her breast were still perfectly proportioned. Her stomach flat. She had a small waist, but her butt, that was another story.

  Men wanted to slap her ass to see which way it bounced.

  Marisa considered herself lucky she
didn't have to go for butt shots. She could genuinely say she'd been born with this big butt.

  So why wasn't she having sex? What was she waiting for? The man in her dreams? The man who dominated her thoughts. The man whom she compared to every other man she saw on the street. The man she couldn't forget.

  She expelled a breath. When had she ever let a man dominate her thoughts and actions? And why? Why was she letting these dreams dominate her? Why was she letting a figment of her imagination run her life?

  She couldn't keep being attracted and addicted to the man in her dreams. Her mind and body was tired of the illusory of sex.

  It was time she let the dreams and the man go.

  Going into her closet, Marisa looked around for an outfit to wear to work.

  She'd bar tended at Webster Hall for income at night, using it to pay for her tuition at NYC for Interior Design.

  Some nights she made up to a eight hundred dollars mixing drinks for people.

  She loved this city, including the opportunities.

  She made a decision to bring fun back into her life.

  All this hard work she was putting in at school and work was making for a dull Marisa.

  Tonight at work she was going to have fun. Or find some fun. It was time she released some of the built up tension in her body. And she knew the perfect way how.

  Marisa looked over to the clock, if she didn't hurry her big butt was going to be fired.

  Chapter 2

  Three hours later, Marisa was making drinks as she watched people interact with one another. Webster Hall was jam packed with people.

  The music was pumping, people dancing and sweating, like this was a Billy Blanks workout session.

  Mixing a drink for a customer, Marisa had an eerie feeling come over her when the hair on the back of her neck stood up.

  She stopped what she was doing to glance around. Everything seemed to be flowing okay with everyone drinking and laughing.

  Marisa checked her hair one more time, making sure it was still up in the hair clip.

  Marisa made another drink for another customer, periodically checking the tickets which were pouring in faster than she could mix them. The rent was paid, but by the way they had her working you would think it was past due.

  Marisa turned around to see Darcy, a waitress at the club, holding more drink orders.

  Darcy was the first one she met when she started working here, who showed Marisa the ins and outs of making good money.

  “Hey, Marisa! What’s going on?” Darcy asked.

  “Nothing much. Same ole, same ole. What about you?” Marisa inquired, still mixing drinks.

  “I’m good. It’s packed tonight,” Darcy said looking around with those periwinkle blue eyes. She snapped her fingers grooving to the latest music being played.

  When her ticket orders were ready, Darcy picked up the tray, “Marisa before you leave tonight I have to speak with you. I need to ask you for a favor,” she said shouting.

  Marisa nodded and waved to Darcy to let her know she heard her.

  She was just about to turn around to the opposite side of the bar when she spotted a profile of a tall man.

  He stood out from the other customers with his height and dark hair.

  She tried to adjust her eyes to the flashing lights but she couldn't see him clearly. Somehow he was familiar to her. She stood there staring at him trying to figure out where she knew him. She got the distinct feeling she knew him.

  She stood there hypnotize by his profile.

  She couldn’t look away from him.

  If the club came crashing down on her right now she wouldn't be able to move.

  “Miss, can I get a dirty Martini? Miss?”

  Marisa reached down to get the gin, “Coming right up,” she answered back, mixing the ingredients.

  When she looked backed up to where the gorgeous hunk was, he had disappeared. That was odd.

  Looking around. Where did he go? He was there a minute ago. She looked around, but being behind the bar prevented her from seeking him out. And she didn't see anyone resembling him.

  He was gone.

  Chapter 3

  Marisa couldn't wait until she got home. She was exhausted and her feet were killing her as she walked around the twenty-four hour convenient store.

  She'll never know why she decided to work in four inch heels. Her dogs were out and barking big time. She had to walk slowly to keep her feet from turning over. She will never do it again. She didn't care how cute and fashionable they looked.

  Tennis shoes for her from now on.

  She searched around, picking up items she forgot to get at the grocery store.

  After she got these items, she was going to curl up in bed and fall in a deep sleep, since she didn't have to go to school or work.

  Sleep? That's something she hoped she be able to do tonight. Would Prince Charming be so lenient tonight.

  One more night of that gorgeous body she'll have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome from all the masturbation.

  Walking slowly to the frozen aisle section, Marisa reached inside for some Ben and Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk Ice Cream. Yummy!

  If she couldn't have sex, she might as well curb her urges with chocolate.

  As she stood there reading the fat content on the back of the ice cream, Marisa felt a prickle on the back of her neck again. Impulse made her jerk her head up.

  She frowned as she looked through the frosted glass door at the man behind her.

  And not just any man. This was the type of man who had women mouths salivating.

  He had jet black hair and was at least six-four in height.

  He had on a white t-shirt that showed bulky muscles.

  She wanted to run her hands over those muscles and see if they were as firm as they looked. One bicep could probably smother her. It would be a good death.

  Marisa was so entranced with what she wanted to do to him, she vaguely heard him come up behind her and speak.

  Her eyes roamed to him in those blue jeans. Mouthwatering. She wanted to take off those jeans and see if he had any hidden treasures in those pants.

  Turning around, Marisa free fell into a beautiful abyss of blue-green sea.

  The color was clear, so intoxicating. Daddy always said, “You could tell the soul of a man by looking in his eyes.” In her eyes this man had a beautiful soul.

  Her eyes moved from the Caribbean to encounter Temptation Island, his mouth.

  What would that beautiful mouth taste like? She'd bet any amount of money that mouth would taste better than any flavor of Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Oh, what she wouldn't give to suck ice cream off that mouth.

  “Excuse me.”

  Marisa blinked as she saw his mouth moving.

  “Excuse me. Are you okay?” She heard him ask.

  “Um—yes,” Marisa said, trying to close her mouth.

  “I was just wondering if I could get a pint of that ice cream also,” he smiled, nodding to the ice cream she was holding in her hand.

  “Sure,” she said, stepping aside.

  As he reached past her, Marisa closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of him. He smelled as if he just got out of the shower, soapy with a mixture of cologne and male. If he looked and smelled good that only meant one thing, he had to taste good. She was so horny. When she got home, she have to power up The Big Boss, her vibrator.

  “Thank you.” He said with a twinkle to his eyes and a smirk on his face, “Are you sure, you’re okay?” He asked, waiting for a reply.

  She nodded her head like a bobble doll. Say something fool, “Yes, I’m fine,” she said, feeling stupid.

  He’s only a man. You encounter them every day. He’s no different from any of the other ones. She gave him a quick inspection.

  Oh, he was different from the other ones. Looking at him made her body want to go into convulsions just thinking about the orgasms.

  He made her want to rip off his clothes and lick every inch of that body. And sh
e meant every inch.

  She was a tug away from pulling that man close to her and kissing the life out of him.

  Get a grip, Marisa. A man like that wouldn't be interested in you.

  She turned, walking away from him.

  He watched the woman walked away from him. He'd just moved to New York and was staying with his cousin until he found his own apartment.

  Not wanting to seem ungrateful he decided to come to the store to replenish the food he was eating from the refrigerator.

  He'd met some nice looking women but nothing like this one.

  He shifted his cock, staring at her ass as she walked away from him. That butt was amazing. He wondered how it would look bouncing to his rhythm.

  He needed to have sex and soon. Six months was way too long for any man to go without.

  Hiding his erection, placed the hand held basket in front of him before making his way to the checkout counter.

  As soon as he stepped behind the beautiful woman from the ice cream aisle, his dick twitched. Damn she had a body.

  He would love to tug her brunette hair back as his cock sent her ass into each cardinal point. He could see himself taking her against the ice cream case, driving his tongue into her mouth as his cock would drive into her pussy.

  He watched her bend over into the cart and put her items on the counter.

  Oh lord, that ass would look so good bouncing on his cock as he took her from behind.

  Impulse made him grab the print of his dick through his jeans. If she kept this up, he was going to start stroking his dick right here in the store.

  After placing her items on the counter, Marisa and the ice cream cutie reached for the divider at the same time.

  Marisa gasped, not realizing he was that close to her. She looked up to apologize when those eyes held her spellbound.

  His eyes telepathically were making love to her, caressing her. She felt hot. Naked. Exposed. Her nipples were sticking straight out. Her pussy a wet, throb.

  A part of her wanted to feel ashamed for her reaction, but she wanted to fuck this man.

  “Miss. Hello. Hello Miss,” the cashier said, huffing with irritation.

  When Marisa didn't acknowledge her right away, the cashier started clearing her throat loudly and waving her hand.