Sappho Intl (Songs of Silk Book 1) Read online

  I tenderly skimmed her shin with the tip of my tongue, like a skater traces circle eights to the iced lake; and would remit kisses of ecstasy along the inner vein of her thighs. And she moaned.

  I kissed the beauty mark that lay there and my tongue would press upon her the idea of an escape to a grander and greater place. I would stroke upon the greatness of her majesty and she melted with each and every tender touch. And as the deepest moans of pleasure escaped her lips, hers was the sweetest surrender.

  Her eyes opened and we uttered not a word.

  Her blue, electric eyes would be the green light to my unyielding soul. Her blue, electric eyes would tell me to go beyond where anyone had gone before.

  "Power up...up...up...”

  My tongue dangled at an angle to taste upon her precious slice of paradise pie. And like a dam broken down, the flood of her internal fire was mine. It whisked me down valleys slickened with streams of a passionate desire and tossed me along lust-laced riverbends amidst reckless waterslides. It washed my soul to swim butterfly strokes through slippery slopes of torrents and surges of her love’s rivulets.

  And I would inhale her essence in, like our death was sure to follow. I would inhale her in like this was the final breath. I would inhale her in and suck every pint of pain and potent poison out of her. I was one with her heart and soul—and couldn't let go. And in our impending death together, it seemed as though we began to levitate together as one.

  I could feel the whole of the galaxy rising through her soul's nebula and into my own light. The billows of fog and vapors of darkness had lifted, from the place that it should never have taken refuge, and the dark haze turned to clear light. We’d finally reached the tranquil bridge to heaven together and there was no turning back. Our court's communion sang a song of rhapsody, as my tongue climbed PrimaDonna’s ladder in our glorious ascent. And the kingdom was upon us.

  "Oh, baby...I'm cumming…"

  We were right on the precipice of heaven's holy horizon. And as she was right on the verge, I made haste to re-enter the firmament of her vessel. I lovingly knocked on her heaven's door with all of the fullness of my adoration and the peaked pinnacle of my own divine and celestial powers. Blinded with desire and swinging over and over, I was now long-stroking her—like a rod to a piñata that was eager to break open with sweetened candy spilling over at the moment that she's broken.

  Her gleaming eyes now shone the purity of an Egyptian shade of blue and I’d finally tapped past her mask to discover the lover amongst her.

  I surrounded her with the strength of my love, like her destiny was in my hips swivel. And as we made love, her coming to see the light was pivotal.

  We rocked like the moon which turns the ocean's tide. And we became the conductor to its swayed waves’ ebb and flow, within our rhythmic time. We rocked back and forth listlessly, like the ships out to sea; and as we rocked together she closed her eyes in an effort to finally see me—all of me. And to feel all of me deeply as my aura climbed higher within her.

  I began to summon the light and heat of my star's highest vibration; to rotate the dials and manifest my fullest desire.

  I breathed her in and my vessel became soundly empowered—every muscle fed with the breath of life. It shot and recycled through my chakras provoking and short-string stoking; each member and muscle to realize its individual power, role and movement while unified by one spirit, one rhythm, one motion and one breath.

  The talents of my rod would now revel and splurge with the boasts of a balanced ch’i. And together we moved with the synchromatic energy harnessed deep within me.

  Together, our journey pitched a rhythmic constant as my overwhelming life-force permeated the surrounding atmosphere. We linked with the passion of a free-styled rhyme, at an ad-lib pace, but our bodies remained locked together, as our hearts raced. And together, we finally reached and faced the euphoria of Sion.

  “I’m cumming.” A tear touched the slant of her eye.

  I would make sure of it, as my body hulked and would not impede my hip’s vigorous, yet rhythmic, curving and rolling and pumping. The sensual shrieks of her gratified groans spiked my adrenaline, as my body would snake between submissive legs spread widely.

  Then with her eyes closed tightly and her mouth gaping open, her body became a garden of paradise, as she felt Eve’s rapture.

  Heaven helped us, as we were consumed with the sheer intensity of its authenticity and our spirits burst into light and energy.

  It was a spontaneous combustion, as she began to clench her legs.

  “Silk, I'm about to…relieve myself…in the bed.” She opened her eyes and said with tears in her voice.

  “Don't be afraid! It's not piss, Prima.” I looked deep into her eyes and pulled her closer into the warmth of my embrace. “Just let go and let it come.”

  Earth and heaven parted. And she let it all go—like Aphrodite's chariots of fire still filled with undeniable grace, as it made its passageway into the glory of the afterlife.

  Her love’s pleasure became a gentle brook that would rush and gush clean and crystalline spring water, purified by patience and a firm rock. And with her fluids in flux, she baptized me emphatically.

  The nectar of the gods and goddesses flushed from her body, in streams and endlessly, as her own body's trigger pulsated internally; and all of the pain and the weight of the world that had been collected within and for far too long had finally been released.

  We kissed and melded with an ever-increasing love and a relentless determination. We were a blue and sienna heat; the seed of the dancing flame which would torch and soon consume even the air that we breathed.

  And I could hear the cherubims sing from high places as the purest diamonds and gemstones would rain from their voices' trails with golden speckles of echoed traces. Our bodies’ unison now a sensory universe, igniting sparks of starbursts with every touch. Electricity thickened our space, as hairs would now rise and take on the excitement of our new internal emergence as rebirthed beings—it was a loud silencing. It was magic. And now the heavens were truly aligned.

  And we both contained this secret knowledge as we now looked deep into each other's eyes with an unspoken understanding.

  A tear streamed down her face, as she kissed me with a deep and genuine gratitude.

  And then I flipped us to support her now-drained vessel. And another single tear streamed down her cheek and onto my shoulder. The purity of its release singed a bright and glaring heat to my flesh.

  Despite her newfound wings, she was laying in a vulnerable state. I began to see a silver sliver of a crack in this angel's halo. But like the rupture in the Liberty bell, it only served to magnify her awesome beauty. It seemed that right now at this moment in time, she was neither a queen nor a demi-goddess—PrimaDonna was a mortal human after all.

  Her senses were flooded and loaded. She held me tightly, as if she wanted to cement this experience firmly into her memory. She began to cry and smile silently and simultaneously. And instantly her face and aura began to glow.

  We exchanged kisses relentlessly and endlessly.

  "Silk, you’re incredible.” She had risen to a place of wonder. "I've never experienced anything that pure before.”

  And as she swooned in exultation, the belly of this beauty was smiling brightly inside.

  Mind, body, and soul, we were now made whole. And her toes playfully rubbed my ankles, as if it were the only way to convey her truest feelings.

  As the rays of a new dawn began to peek and pierce through the curtains, I held her earnestly. I had entered her royal court as a grandmaster and still managed to move heaven and earth. It seemed that I was now her heavens’ favored and she was for the moment my soul's playmate. And I was for the moment convinced that our love would reign eternal.

  We began to breathe with the drifting of sleep. The aftershock of our bodies’ delight became the steady trance which would usher in our heavy slumber.

  Between the thinness of my
lashes, I watched as the softness of her face rose and fell with the inhale and exhale of my chest. And although the sun was rising, this would be the first time in a long time that I’d fallen asleep with pure peace. And I’m sure it might’ve been hers as well. This was the dawn of a new day.

  12

  “Congratulations! Let’s give ourselves a round of applause and a big pat on the back for yet another successful Cloud9!”

  There seemed to be a collective sigh of relief, as my team and I looked at each other and applauded joyously while PrimaDonna made the announcement. After spending the night in heaven with her, I’d awoken at noon to find her already gone.

  I assumed that she had to ensure that everything was in order for the final day’s event; and arrived to find that my assumptions were true.

  PrimaDonna had planned a luxury catamaran party to conclude the nine days of festivities; with a little rest and relaxation for the few Sapphians who had not yet left and the remaining members which were still around to wrap up the concluding day.

  The sienna sun was just beginning to set on the horizon. And while the Sapphians enjoyed their final hours of drifting on ocean kayaks, scuba diving, snorkeling and sunbathing on the water trampoline aboard one of the ninety-foot catamaran yachts, Sappho Intl crowns laid around in the main salons and statesrooms of the other—so that PrimaDonna could hold an unofficial meeting.

  Despite it having been the most vigorous and grueling eight days that I’d ever experienced, Cloud9 had been a little slice of heaven. And as we all spent the last day casually unwinding, it seemed that all of the crowns were torn between feelings of reprieve, as we were now freed from the exhausting timetable of Cloud9, and an overwhelming sentiment of not wanting the excitement of Cloud9 to ever end.

  As the catamaran yachts quietly drifted in the open ocean off the coast of Miami Beach, I was simply endowed with the soaring spirits of flying high with the lady of the hour. And as she continued to make the announcements and summarized the events’ results, I took sips from a bottle of Dos Equis, played with the string of my South Beach boardshorts and flailed my flip flops contentedly. Even the ocean breeze pleased me, as it teased and wisped my hair to swirl around me with ease. My spirit was flying freely and the palpable blithe and magnificent afterglow of PrimaDonna only served to feed my gleeful jubilee. I’d successfully gratified her stratosphere and nothing could interrupt my exuberant state of buoyancy.

  "We had the highest participation and overall company profits since incorporating Sappho Intl, thanks largely in part to the newest rave among our lawless outfit—Max Silk!"

  My team applauded wildly, as I lifted my beer in the air in appreciation.

  “And as the winner of the biggest pot in the history of the Mounting of the Stallions at Cloud9, she also receives the $100K bonus and the crown.”

  She winked her exotic eye at me and I smiled at the private shout-out.

  “Congratulations, Silk!”

  Everyone jeered and cheered in wild abandonment while Pharaoh raised my hand in the air to signify that I was the champion.

  “Speech! Speech!”

  “I’m a stallion of few words. Let’s just say I had a blast and I couldn’t have done it without my team.”

  “Awww!” Kendra mimicked herself wiping a tear away while everyone burst into giggles.

  “Everyone except Kendra—she’s just a beautiful ornament…“

  “Hey! Now that’s just not cool…” She and everyone snickered.

  “I’m just kiddin’…But I do think we should all give a round of applause to our always brilliant leader with which none of this could’ve been pulled together so radiantly…”

  Whistles, smiles and applause filled the main salon and statesroom.

  “And I appreciate each and every one of you…and thank you all for your participation. Until next Cloud9, please remain ever vigilante to pleasure and fulfill the fantasies of our participating Sapphians with the utmost respect and diligence. We’ve already received many personal call requests for not only our Stallions, but also many of the crowns.”

  “Yeah, Midi got a special request... that one corporate attorney requested for her to stay far away…” Suez looked at Midi as the room burst into laughter. “She said if you come anywhere near her again she will have to file an order of restraint.”

  “That’s not what she told me last night…Je t'aime, je t'aime…” Midi began to moan jokingly between sips of her half-drunk Corona beer. “She knows she loves me.”

  PrimaDonna smiled and shook her head. “You two are insane.”

  “All of your sum dividends have been wired successfully and we will be checking in on you guys regularly, as we always have. So please conduct yourselves to the standards of Sappho Intl and be on your best behavior. And if there aren’t any questions, this meeting is adjourned.”

  PrimaDonna moved to speak to some of Pharaoh’s team members and other members began to disperse to the galley of the catamaran.

  Pharaoh lit up a cigar’s rim and began to converse.

  “Congratulations, Silk! Good show, good show…”

  “Hey, I tried to tell ya…”

  She puffed it and let it go as she sat back on the leather cushion to relax.

  “So you got a little taste of PrimaDonna, huh?”

  As the question had taken me by surprise, I stopped short of sipping leisurely from my bottle and my posture began to tense slightly.

  “How the hell could YOU tell?”

  “Aww come on, bruva. She always mounts the leading Stallion on the last leg…It's her private come on to have the last fuck to cap Cloud9. It's almost become a ritual and the Alice gives it to her for a guaranteed personal call from the leading Stallion.”

  “Oh, really…” The words stung me immediately but I wouldn’t let it show. “I didn’t know that…”

  “You didn’t think that she would go through Cloud9 without doing anything? Or should I say anybody?”

  She held the cigar between her fingers and drank from a chilled Guinness.

  “Consider yourself a lucky stag…with an added bonus on top of your bonus on your first time out…”

  “So Sir Sheik AND you have had PrimaDonna?”

  "Welcome to the club...”

  She tipped the tip of her bottle to mine in a congratulatory toast.

  “But I wouldn’t again. It was too weird for me and we were both really fucked up when it went down…I see her too much like a sister to do anything again…”

  Her words trailed off and I looked to the sea, as I realized that the whole night that we shared together had been a joke. I drank from my bottle to disguise my anguish. It was as if I had died a million times inside.

  “But it's funny though. In all my years of knowing PrimaDonna, I've never seen her glowing and all lit up like this before. It’s like you woke her up or something. I haven’t seen her this lively in ages.”

  We both looked at PrimaDonna whom was laughing with members in the distance. She felt my eyes on her and looked at me smilingly. When before I was sure about where I stood with her, now I didn’t know whether to trust her smiles nor her flirtations at all. It seemed that everything around me was a secret closeted within other secrets. And now that Cloud9 was officially over, it was time to get to the bottom of things. It was time to find out the truth.

  “Excuse me, Pharaoh…”

  “Sure thing…hey Silk I might stay a couple of days instead of heading straight back to Arizona, if you don’t mind. I wanna check out the swank recording studio at your place…”

  “Yeah, sure…” I replied without even looking back at her.

  It was time to blow the whistle.

  Right now, I was on a mission and my head was operating with the single-mindedness of acute tunnel vision. I headed straight through a crowd of members that were gossiping to PrimaDonna and smoothly whispered into her ear.

  "Prima, I need to talk to you about something. Is there somewhere we can go to speak in private
?"

  “Sure. I think the king cabin should be available.” Although she’d been jovial she could see the urgency in my eyes. “Excuse me ladies.”

  “Follow me.”

  We made our way into one of the bedrooms and as soon as the door had closed, she began to deliver kisses to my lips.

  "Mmmh! Round three already…”

  She kissed my neck and I closed my eyes. We were both seemingly still flush with the ecstasy from last night and early this morning.

  “I thought we'd wait until tomorrow when everyone was gone. But I don’t blame you...”

  "We have to talk about something that's a bit more serious.”

  She smiled. "This IS serious...” She led my hand under her sarong and into her thong to demonstrate how seriously wet she already was. "I've been thinking about you all day, Silk.”

  I closed my eyes as she was getting harder to deny, but I couldn't help but think of what Pharaoh had just told me and that I had to get to the bottom of all of the confusion. I had to find out the truth behind everything, before I found myself sinking deeper into the murky waters that seemed to be surrounding me.

  "Listen Prima...” I forced myself to back away from her. "Even though I want you so, so bad...there's something that I have to get out!"

  I led her to sit on the bed and began to pace the floor.

  "What it is it, baby? You look like you've just seen a ghost.”

  "Sir Sheik is involved in some dirty activities and is using Sappho Intl as the cover.”

  "Silk, baby, that's a serious accusation!"

  She stood abruptly and her eyes glared into me as if wildly searching for the reasons behind my urgent need to hurt her.

  “Is this about this morning? I mean, I know I left without saying good morning but why would you say such a thing about the Sheik? She’s a little brash at times but nothing that would put us in harm’s way…”