Story and photographs ©2019 secretdollsbusiness.com
On her way to work the morning following the speed dating (Saturday) Rini found herself more pensive than usual. She just couldn’t stop thinking about the man she had met there last night. Stephen. He was gorgeous and oh so sexy. Muscly, and those blue eyes, and she had always liked bald men … When he had accidentally touched her hand there had been an immediate transfer of electricity between them. She had shrunk back, much to her chagrin. But he had been good about that. Images of what he would look like naked kept popping into her head; she just couldn’t stop them. Her whole being was aching for him. And not just in a sexual way. She had felt so comfortable with him, as if she had just returned home after a life-long journey.
She was tingling all over and couldn’t stop fidgeting. That was a bad sign.
Traffic was heavy this morning. Everyone seemed to be out on the roads, doing their shopping, etc, when what they really should have been doing was spending time on the beach. The weather was hot and dry on this lovely summer’s day.
For a few moments Rini found herself wishing she, too, were anywhere other than here in traffic on this glorious day.
But as she thought about her plants she felt reinvigorated.
A short while later and after picking up some plants she arrived at her greenhouse.
She parked her car and sighed with relief. She was home.
She loved this place, her plants were like family to her.
Also, the greenhouse was all hers, no bank loan, just hers. She had purchased it with the commissions from her first year as a garden designer.
She surveyed her domain, taking in each and every plant and its state of health and well-being. It was a much loved daily ritual.
She started the daily watering and felt her mind ease. Here she relaxed.
For the next few hours she let her mind go empty, potting up one plant after another, in a moving meditation. This was her happy place, and she never tired of touching the crisp, delicate leaves, contrasted against the soft soil and rougher mulch. And it all smelled so wonderful.
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Later that night, at Edoya Japanese restaurant in Russell Street, Melbourne:
The food looked delicious!
They were preparing take-out as well.
The server handed the take-out bag to the other man in the waiting area.
Yusuru was already waiting for Rini and extremely happy to see her. He greeted her with a broad grin.
She approached him with a genuine bounce in her step …
… and immediately felt pangs of genuine guilt and regret. Yusuru was such a lovely man, and here she had essentially gone and thrown her heart away on someone else.
It was early in the evening and the restaurant was still fairly empty as they were walking to their intimate table in the far right corner of the restaurant.
As soon as they were seated, he quickly asked the burning question that was on his mind.
She grinned broadly.
Rini cringed inwardly. What a dumb question; as an architect he knew full well what it took to landscape front and back gardens. The small-talk couldn’t have been any more awkward. What to say, what to say???
Before he could embarrass himself with another dumb question, the server arrived with menus.
She nodded enthusiastically. Wine, oh yes, quickly.
Yusuru read his menu intently, while Rini just smiled to herself. She had already decided.
She almost burst out laughing, but checked herself at the last second. This was his world, no need to make him feel bad.
Rini smiled at him disarmingly. Poor sod, it wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t Stephen. She resolved to have a nice evening regardless, and to make Yusuru feel good about their date. After all, it was very nice of him to take her out and share “his” favourite restaurant with her.
He launched straight into his favourite subject.
She stared at him blankly. She just hadn’t heard the question, was trying to enjoy her soup. She smiled disarmingly.
Awkward.
Oh God no!
Their entrees arrived along with their mains, in true Japanese style. This wasn’t a la carte dining, just good home cooking.
The finality in her tone startled him. He spoke very softly.
After they finished their desserts Yusuru tried to take it further.
Although she had agreed to another date, she knew she probably wouldn’t be going out with him again except on a pure friendship basis, if he was amenable to that. He was a nice enough guy and she loved that he was Japanese, but there was no spark there for her. Certainly not when she compared her feelings towards Yusuru to those she was harbouring for Stephen. She definitely wasn’t feeling any sexual chemistry and lust was important to her in a relationship.
He wanted her to meet his dog and look at his drawings and taste his mother’s cooking, but her heart just wasn’t in it. And if she was being really honest with herself, she had to admit that she found Yusuru quite boring. Such a shame.
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When Rini finally got home she found 7 messages from Stephen on her answering machine. He had started calling during the morning and continued until 10 minutes before she got home.
She was elated, she had been hoping and praying that he would ring.
She undressed slowly, lost in thought.
She took a quick shower and got changed into her pajamas.
What a yummie, yummie man.
She threw back the covers and wondered for the thousandth time today what his hands would feel like on her body.
She thought of his beautiful, melodic baritone.
If only he could be here in bed with her.
At least he had rung her. Seven times!!!
Would he call back tomorrow? Or would he think she wasn’t interested because she hadn’t answered his calls?
She tried to remember his heavenly smell. What would it be like making love to him?
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Just after 11 am, as she was reading her morning newspaper in bed, a call came through – and it was him! She pounced on it, driven by the butterflies in her tummy (and elsewhere, butterflies all over really).
They went straight to face time. She didn’t even care about not wearing any make-up, she just wanted to see and hear him, immediately.
No need to tell him she had been on a date. Or should she have said it, just to keep him on his toes?
Wait for it …
She smiled, a big, wide, happy smile that couldn’t hide her excitement. Time for a big fat lie.
She laughed.
She reveled in the sound of his voice, deep, resonant, rich and sensuous, it reverberated through her entire being. She could have listened to him read the phone book to her and would have been happy.
There was steel in his voice, but his expression remained friendly. She knew from her Dad not to ask further questions about it. Either he couldn’t tell her at all, or he just couldn’t tell her over the phone. He would tell her, in time.
He smiled warmly and shifted in his seat.
She sighed a long, sad sigh.
She laughed.
She giggled happily.
She felt a huge wave of relief after having confessed her feelings about her mother, one she was unfamiliar with, because as a rule, she never spoke about her.
She really needed to get up and start working, but she just couldn’t let go of him just yet – Friday was such a long way away.
She put down her Ipad and sighed. What a man! He had helped her finally make a decision about adopting both a cat and a dog, which she’d been struggling with for years. Better still, he would come with her to the shelter!
He wanted more kids! He couldn’t be more perfect.
He had a fish tank!
If his hands were as good as his voice he would be an incredible lover …
Ooooohhhhhh. Oooooohhhh. Oooooohhhhh. …
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Meanwhile, at the offices of The Daily Dross, Mimi had just returned from a politician’s press conference at Government House in a dark mood. Fucking politicians, always had to interrupt someone’s quiet weekend to make their daily soundbite on TV as well as a few column inches in the press. Arseholes. She swept into reception on a cloud of hot summer air and greeted April, the weekend receptionist.
Grunting a response Mimi made her way to the Deputy Editor’s desk.
After posting her story she thought about what was really bothering her: her non-existent love life. Or rather sex life, for what she wanted wasn’t love but hot, steamy, naughty, outrageous, passionate, delicious, plentiful, mind blowing and sheet destroying sex. No emotional chit chat, just pure fucking.
And she knew just where and how to get it.
A few weeks ago she had posted a story on an escort agency that serviced only females with straight men. The men varied in age and were supposedly gorgeous. Many held down regular jobs and supplemented their income with a little – or a lot – of fun on the side. Mimi hadn’t got to meet any of the men, just the female managers of the agency. The agency had no commercial premises, so most of their clients got hotel rooms for their trysts with the boys, although home visits were available.
Mimi had organized an anonymous credit card and loaded it ready to go for several hours. At $400 for the first hour and $300 per hour thereafter she’d had to save up a bit because she wanted at least one full night. Now she was finally ready to make a booking. Once that was locked in she would get a hotel reservation for the night.
First she looked through the guys’ profiles. There were 15 to choose from. And they all sounded delicious. Unfortunately there were no proper photos, just shadowy figures against a grey and black background. Each man claimed to have a ‘specialty’. The one promising a 15-minute orgasm immediately appealed to her.
There were Australians, an Englishman, a Frenchman, a South American hottie who, at 25, was probably too young for her, a Russian, a Swede and – naturally – an African American stud. All the cliches were present, there was a “Tradie”, a “Chef”, several “Gentlemen”, “Business men” and one “Fashion Model”. Oh yes, an “International porn star”. Of course.
Each man had a blurb to sell themselves accompanying their nondescript photo. They all promised “sensual delights”, something called “The Boyfriend Experience”, and all of them claimed to “understand a woman’s needs”. The words and descriptions made her laugh out loud.
“Real and ravishing moments”.
“Maybe… You want someone in charge… who gets you in minutes… and surprises you for hours…”
“… how about we explore your deep desire… with patience… with care… I will be confident yet playful, gentle yet firm, whatever your desires may be, your pleasure will be fulfilled… the ones you know and the others…”
And this clanger: ” Most women struggle to find a companion that can take them on a journey and stimulate their most inner desires. I understand what women want through some personal development I’ve done through the years. Let me make you feel special, and keep memorable moments that most likely will make you come back for more.” Oh really? She mimed sticking a finger down her throat.
“It must be PERFECT. (I will make that happen)”. Time would tell.
What the hell, one for the road (totally unchanged, it really reads exactly like this, including the spelling and grammatical errors): “Welcome ladies … I bring you great honour to meet with you as I will bring you a great joyful experience. Along with my lushes locks and nice face I will bring your great pleasure and anything you want as I am great to talk to. With me with you will feel like nothing else matters but you. I wont only make you feel special but will remind you how special you really are. I am will also help your self esteem and mentally”.
Startled, she quickly cleared her screen.
Straight after the photographer has left she is back on the website, finally settling on the following offering:
She quickly organized her hotel room and sat back with a feeling of great satisfaction. She was taking her future into her hands, for once.
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It was mid evening when Rini finally admitted to herself that she was not getting ANYTHING done. She had tried all day to work but it was useless. She should have just spent the day with Stephen. All she could think about was that man. Worse still, after talking about Michael Bolton she had felt the need to get out some of the old CDs and listen to his songs. And that had made her super horny. And not horny for sex either, but horny for love and deep, spiritual and physical connection. The desire she felt for him was overwhelming. If only she could call him, go out with him … Instead, she ordered a pizza and turned on the TV. And when the phone finally rang she pounced on it with joy.
3 minutes later her phone rang again. This time it was Stephen.
Stephen chuckles to himself. God she was gorgeous.
Suddenly the door bell rings.
To be continued …
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