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Julie had always lived a life by the book. A successful career, a predictable routine, and a passion that simmered quietly beneath the surface. But that all changed one fateful evening at an upscale hotel bar where she was waiting for a connecting flight. It was just another layover, another night away from home, until she met him.
He walked in wearing his uniform, a pilot’s wings gleaming on his chest. He had the air of someone who was used to commanding not just planes, but also attention. His eyes, a deep shade of blue, scanned the room, and when they locked with hers, a jolt of electricity shot through her. Julie tried to look away, but something about his presence kept her rooted in place. Unable to look away she stared in a trance.
As he approached, she could smell him before he even reached her—a mix of fresh citrus and something darker, muskier, that she couldn’t quite place. It was intoxicating. When he finally spoke, his voice was deep, smooth, and laced with a hint of mischief. As if he was looking for trouble.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, though it wasn’t really a question. He was the kind of man who didn’t hear ‘no’ very often.
Julie nodded, her voice caught somewhere between her mind and her lips. The pilot ordered a drink, something strong, A whiskey Smash I believe, and the two of them fell into easy conversation. His name was Daniel, and he had been flying for nearly a decade. There was an intensity about him, something raw and unfiltered, that made Julie feel like she was being seen for the first time in years.
As the night wore on, the conversation turned from casual to intimate. Daniel had a way of speaking that made even the most mundane topics seem charged with hidden meanings and agendas. He leaned in closer, his hand brushing hers as he told her stories of his travels—of nights in faraway cities, of women who had tried to tame him and failed. Another lover boy she thought.
And then, just when she thought she couldn’t possibly be drawn in any deeper, Daniel’s hand slid up her thigh under the table. Julie gasped, her breath catching in her throat. His touch was electrifying, sending sparks up her spine and igniting a fire within her that she had long forgotten.
“Follow me,” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ear. It wasn’t a request, and Julie found herself nodding before she even knew what she was agreeing to.
He led her up to his hotel room, the anticipation building with every step. Once inside, the door barely clicked shut before he pushed her against the wall and his hands were on her, pulling her close, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was as if a dam had broken, her thighs were shaking as her wetness poured down her thighs all the passion, she had kept bottled up inside pouring out in a tidal wave of desire.
Daniel’s scent enveloped her, that heady mix of citrus and musk filling her senses until it was all she could think about. She would never forget that smell, the way it made her feel—wild, uninhibited, alive.
They fucked for hours with a ferocity that took Julie’s breath away. Daniel picked her up and pounded and you can tell she was never seduced inn this manner or fucked this way. His hands explored her body as if he were charting new territory, every touch sending her closer to the edge. She lost herself in the sensation, in the heat of his skin against hers, in the rhythm they created together. He then flipped her over and indulged in those glorious back shots, her knees began to buckle as her thighs tremored uncontrollably. He slid his hands around her neck as she came repeatedly. Then suddenly stopped as she was PEAKING-------------------------------------------------------- unable to catch her breath or even speak she sat there shaking and speechless before he demanded, Lay on you back! She complied, he put his face between her thighs and used his tongue to wipe away the sins of the evening. Julie gasped for air while she climaxed that caused her to violently to shake.
When it was over, they lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their encounter. Daniel’s scent clung to her, embedded in her skin, in her hair, in her very soul. Julie in complete disbelief, because her body has never came that much nor has, she ever been that wet
As dawn broke and the first light of morning filtered through the curtains, Julie knew she had been forever changed. Daniel had unlocked something within her, something primal and powerful, and she would never be the same.
He left without a word, as pilots often do, disappearing into the sky on another adventure. But he left behind a craving in Julie that she would never quite be able to satisfy. A craving for his scent, for the way he made her feel, for the passion that burned so brightly between them in those few short hours.
Julie returned to her life, but nothing felt the same. The book she had lived by no longer held her interest. She craved more—more passion, more intensity, more of what she had found with Daniel. Every night she lay awake, replaying their encounter in her mind, the memory of his scent haunting her dreams.
And though she knew she might never see him again, the experience had awakened something within her. She no longer settled for the predictable, for the ordinary. She sought out the extraordinary, the scandalous, the things that made her heart race and her blood run hot.
Julie had tasted passion, and there was no going back.
-Whispered Ink
