ALL NIGHT LONG
Well, my friends, the time has come to raise the roof and have some fun. Lose yourself in wild romance . . . feel good . . . all night long.— Lionel Richie
As soon as I laid my suitcase down, we fell into an embrace. No matter how hard we tried, we just couldn’t seem to get close enough to each other. There was no letting go. Her touch made me as hard as a rock and set my body on fire. I thought I knew hot, but this heat reached a crucial boiling point in a New York minute. Our chemistry was explosive as fireworks at a Fourth of July celebration.
We couldn’t get out of our clothes fast enough. They went flying in every direction, as we ripped each other bare. In a heartbeat, we were naked as jaybirds as we dived onto the bed. The force of our love making soon knocked us onto the floor. We scratched and clawed like two wild animals in heat. We made love in every imaginable position we could think of and then some. When we attempted a pause to eat and bathe, they too became part of our activities. Raw passion cloaked and soaked our bodies and absorbed our souls.
I can’t continue describing our out of this world love making. It’s that PG-13 rating thing my editor put on me. I can say that we became one body, one mind, one heart, and one soul. We learned everything there was to know about each other, both emotionally and sexually. We became soul mates, as our hearts beat as one. We fell, head over heels in love. Amazing how two people from two completely different cultures could connect the way we did. Didn’t realize it at the time, but we were so screwed.
After two incredible, exhausting days that I will cherish for the rest of my life, we had no choice but to finally come to our senses and snap back to reality. She had classes to attend and I had to return to work in Jeddah.
We exchanged steamy love letters over the next few months. She would tease me with her perfume dabbed on her letters. It was agonizing to smell but not to be able to see and touch her.
I had to keep quiet about her, even though I felt the urge to shout to the world that I had found my princess and soul mate. I was able to share my glory only with my brother. Of course, he warned that playing with fire could cause severe burns, but my body and soul were already burning out of control. No amount of water or common sense could put it out.
This delicious peach was forbidden fruit from a land of enchantment that forbid their women from having any relationships outside their culture. Our forbidden love would soon have us on the run.
Excerpt from my memoirs “The Comeback Kid” and also from my novel, “The Abduction Chronicles”: https://amzn.to/2zxmYJN
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