Chapter 22

I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and I smile inwardly from the thought of what I have planned for us tonight.

Us...

Michael...

Me...

Us...

I love being an “us”. I haven’t been an “us” for so long and to now hear myself say what I have planned for “us” brings forth a feeling of excitement that I haven't felt or experienced in such a long time.

You know when you feel those butterflies flapping wildly in the pit of your stomach at even the thought of seeing your man? Well that’s what I’m feeling right now. Anxious, nervous, yet overwhelmingly excited and horny as hell.

I haven’t slept in twenty four hours because I’m so excited about what I have in store for him tonight. I’m like a kid at Christmas... anxiously waiting for Mom and Dad to wake up so I can rip open my presents... only tonight... Michael’s gonna be the one ripping open his presents... well me to be exact.

Today is his fiftieth birthday. I find this hard to believe because he acts like an eight year old boy most of the time with his pranks and jokes and child-like behavior. But when the sun goes down and the lights go off... well then ... then he’s all man and he has the stamina of any guy my age... he wears me out most of the time and I’m not even in my thirties yet, let alone fifty!

So all day I’ve been excited to see him in more ways than one, but seeing as though he was spending the day with his children and his Momma, who was in town visiting for the occasion, I wouldn’t be seeing him until later on this evening. But I can’t complain because his mother has offered to have the children sleep over so he could “go have some fun” in her words, which means we can spend the night together without interruptions... so I’ll settle for having to wait to see him tonight any day of the week if it means having some alone time with him! I'm not sure if she suspects that he has a lady or not, but right now even though I've never met her I could kiss his Momma for her offer.

Planning what I have in store for him has been pretty rushed and I’ve been racking my brain for the past two weeks on what I should get him as a present. Even though he told me he doesn’t really celebrate his own birthday because of his religion, I still wanted to get him something special. After all, you only turn fifty once and being alive for half a century deserves some kind of present to mark the occasion right?

But what do you get a man who has everything... can buy whatever the heck he wants and has more money than God?

It took me a few days to come up with an idea but once I did and after successfully tracking my idea down online, I’m pretty pleased with myself and I'm now excited to see his face when he opens my gift.

It's nothing majorly special and its not overly pricey as I really can't afford the expense right now, but I went with something that I know no one else would even think of getting him. I know how much he loves his comics or "graphic novels" as I've been corrected on more than one occasion, so I've got him an original Superman issue #123 to be exact which was released in August 1958 the month and year of his birth. It's in mint condition, the only indication of its age is from that musty old book smell that lingers with time and is entitled "The girl of steel." I laughed out loud at the title when it arrived considering what I've been through lately.

The seller was also nice enough to throw in a Superboy August 1958 edition for free which was very sweet of him. So with my two for one present all wrapped up and awaiting his arrival, I do ponder a bit on whether I should've gone for something more affectionate or mushy but deep down I know that this will mean more to him.

I also have a few other presents install for him tonight and I know he has absolutely no idea. He said he wants to spend the night in the city so he has booked us this suite that I’m already waiting patiently in at the Wynn Hotel.

I’ve been here nearly all day on his request. He’s told me to make myself at home and to take advantage of what the suite has to offer. In a way I’m glad he wasn’t here when I arrived because there’s no way I could've contained my reaction to the opulence of this suite. It’s even more amazing than the one I stayed in at the Bellagio.

This place must be three or four times bigger than my apartment. Similar to the Bellagio it has floor to ceiling windows... something that seems to be quite common in Vegas I’ve noticed. It has the biggest bed that I've ever seen in my entire life, covered with the most amazing feeling Egyptian cotton sheets that I’ve ever felt on my skin before, antique looking furniture, columns that look like they’ve been flown in from Rome dividing up the living room into two separate rooms, humongous plasma TV’s on the walls, a Jacuzzi bath, massive cubicle shower that looks more like a wet room and the best part... on my arrival there was a masseur waiting for me and also a beauty technician to take care of my grooming needs.

So after three blissful hours of pampering, I’m still in shock. I don’t know about today being Mike’s birthday... right now it feels like all of my birthdays and Christmases have come at once. A girl could get used to this. But none of this matters without him. Getting spoiled with this material stuff has been fun I will admit, but I wouldn’t care where we spent the night as long as I was with him.

So many thoughts have been running wildly inside my head today. Feeling that masseur’s hands work his magic all over my body has stirred something deep inside and has had me dwelling more and more on the fantasy that I’ll be creating for my man here tonight.

I’ve set up the bedroom so that a single chair has been placed in front of the bed. Next to the chair is a side table that holds my little “presents” for me to use on Michael. There’s a bottle of champagne chilling in the ice bucket, two glasses, some chocolate truffles with strawberries, massage oil that I graciously managed to borrow from the masseur when he wasn’t looking, a silk scarf to act as a blind fold and finally... some leather cuffs courtesy of Shawna.

I’ve also managed to borrow part of an outfit from her “dressing up box” as she likes to call it. It’s a black and beige bustier corset top with hook and eye fastenings at the back, adorned with black beads giving it a lace-effect-in-places look. My cleavage has never looked so good and I’ve paired the top half of my outfit with black silk panties on my bottom half over fishnet stockings with five inch platform stiletto heels.

The look I’m going for tonight is Vamp I guess... so I had the beauty technician straighten my hair with half of it pulled back off of my face, paint my nails black, had her give me smoking hot bedroom eyes along with ruby red lips. I know how much Michael loves the color red so I’m hoping this won’t be lost on him. I’ve also raided Shawna’s jewelery box and borrowed a load of fake pearl necklaces of all different sizes and finally some long black velvet gloves that go all the way up to practically my armpits!

I must admit... looking at my reflection I feel so turned on at the thought of Michael seeing me like this. I know when I’ve stayed over in the past, if I’ve worn any type jewelery he’s asked me leave it on when we make love. This really turns him on so I think he’s gonna appreciate the way I look tonight for sure.

As my thoughts race to what I have in store for him, I wonder to myself if he’s ever been tied up before? He’s extremely kinky between the sheets and I know he’s held me down in the past but he’s never actually let me take the lead before. He’s always liked me to be submissive and I wonder if he’ll give in to me tonight instead?

I’ve heard a story from Shawna before of a guy she had blindfolded and tied up and how because his sight had been deprived and he couldn’t use his hands, how his other senses had kicked in therefore leading to the “most erotic sexual experience” he had ever had in his life before ~ his words.

Looking around the glowing bedroom that’s been lit up with the many candles that I’ve scattered here and there, my gaze fixes back to the table of goodies in front of me.

This sight alone has me getting more and more excited by the minute and I picture a subdued Michael sat blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back squirming from the teasing I’m inflicting on his aching body.

I bite my bottom lip in anticipation as I feel the familiar tingling feeling between my legs whenever I think of Michael sexually.

I walk over to the music system and press play on my iPod. I search for the play-list that I’ve created especially for tonight.

I scan the list and smirk inwardly at my choices. I’ve chosen songs that really get me in the mood so that I won’t be self conscious when I do my little strip tease for him later.

I press play on the first song and then walk over to the table placed next to the empty chair to pour myself a glass of champagne. For some reason I feel so nervous and I’m hoping a couple of glasses will take the edge off. I want tonight to be perfect... I want to give him a night to remember... one he’s sure to never forget...

As I sway my hips to LL Cool J’s Hey Lover and sip on my drink, I start to get lost in the rhythm and it’s only when I hear a door closing behind me that I snap back to reality.

When I see him make his way into the bedroom his appearance takes my breath away. I take a moment to gaze over his physique... damn he looks good. 

He’s wearing a black fitted shinny looking suit with a crisp white shirt underneath. The top few buttons of his shirt are undone and the customary white v-neck that he normally wears underneath all of his shirts appears to be missing. Instead tonight he opts for nothing but his nakedness underneath and all I see is his milky looking skin on show.

God, I so badly want to run my tongue over his translucent skin and taste all that he has to offer right now. He also has a white kerchief poking out of his breast pocket and he looks...

well he looks...

he looks amazing.

The huge Breitling chronograph watch that he’s sporting has really done something funny to me. He looks so manly... so masculine... so ridiculously sexy that it takes all of my will power not to throw myself at his feet and beg him to f**k me senseless. He looks like he’s just stepped out of a magazine; in fact I’m sure I’ve seen pictures of him looking like this in a recent photo shoot.

I watch him slowly take in my appearance. He starts off at my feet and slowly taking his time to digest the reality of the scene he’s faced with. He stops at my chest and seeing the fake pearls hanging loosely over my corset, I watch him slowly lick his lips and then feel the heat stir within my loins as I watch him bite his bottom lip. When his gaze finally locks onto mine, well all I see is lust... pure animal driven lust.

“Happy birthday baby...” I say huskily channelling my inner Marilyn Monroe whilst bringing a strawberry up towards my lips and sucking on it for his viewing pleasure.