Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

An Overdue Visit

“Are you sure about going to a hotel? You can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.” I had just arrived and my cousin was already fretting.

“Lindsay, it’s fine. Stay in your bed. I got a great deal on the room with my flight. Don’t worry about it.” I set my bag down as she handed me a cider. It was only for a few nights, and I had ulterior motives for not wanting to sleep on her couch, aside from the obvious. I mean, her entire apartment, including her roommate’s room, could fit inside my living room at home. I wasn’t used to be so on top of someone else. I liked my personal space. And, finally, I was getting the chance to have someone else fill that space after lots of talking online. Sex in a big comfy bed or sleep on an uncomfortable couch in tiny L.A. apartment…tough call, not.

“Okay, I feel bad though. The club I want to take you to is near your hotel though, so we can drop you off on our way home.”

I grimaced. “A club Lindsay? I’m thirty and out of shape. My brand of single does not belong in a club. I’ll just look pathetic.”

“You will not. This is L.A. Rach, there will be people twice your age there. And we’re not going out to find you a guy. We’re going out to have fun. You used your vacation time to fly out and visit your lowly cousin, I’m going to make sure you have a good time.”

“I’ve missed you Linds. And don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll have a great time.”


“You look amazing, come on Rach. Show the man your ID and let’s go.” I handed the bouncer my driver’s license and sighed. I may have only been there to have a good time, but Lindsay had definitely dressed me up to meet someone. I’m not sure my skirt could have legally been shorter. He handed me my card back and I followed her into the club. I had texted Lucas when I landed at LAX, but we hadn’t planned to meet up until later. He was going to check into the hotel first and let me know the room number. But I didn’t figure I would hear from him for at least another hour, so I threw my phone in my clutch as Lindsay handed me some neon green cocktail that I was sure was going to taste just as foul coming back up as it would going down.

I’m not sure how long we were there before I noticed him. I had told him that Lindsay was dragging me out to a club near the hotel, but I still think it was just pure luck that he got the right one. I hadn’t mentioned it for him to feel like he had to stop by, but I certainly appreciated having something to look at besides my drink. He caught my eye as I came back to our table with a real drink. I gave him a small smile as I didn’t recognize him in the dark, strobe lit background of the club. It wasn’t until he held up the hotel room key  and grinned that I realized. He looked amazing in his slightly open dress shirt and black slacks. I wanted to run over to him, but Lindsay and her roommate had just come back from the bathroom. So I just winked at him and nodded along to their girls’ conversation. When I looked back a minute or so later he was gone. I checked my phone to see if he had texted; he hadn’t. The music had a good beat, but that only made it harder for me to search through the crowds for his face.

“That guy over there cannot take his eyes off you.” Lindsay’s roommate Marissa nodded behind me. When I turned to look he had moved to a table and was casually taking a drink as he stared.

“He’s cute. You should go talk to him.” If only Lindsay knew how much we had already talked. I actually knew quite a bit about him, his job, his hobbies. I was looking forward to some of those hobbies later.

“Okay.” I gulped down the rest of my drink and grabbed my clutch.

“Wow, really? You never listen to me. Well, okay then. Good for you.” I gave Linds a face as I turned and walked away from the table. He smiled as he saw my exasperated face as I approached him.

“You look fucking amazing in that skirt. It was all I could do not to push you down on that table and fuck you as soon as I saw you.”

“I’m trying to decide if I drag you out of here right now and back to the hotel room if my cousin would freak out. And even if she did I’m not sure how much I care.” He chuckled.

“Why don’t you head back over and I’ll get you another drink. Then maybe you can say your goodnight’s. I have got to get you out of that skirt soon. My cock is starting to throb.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that.” I rubbed his leg as I turned to walk back to the girls. When I got back to the table I picked up my clutch.

“I need to run to the restroom, but then I think I’m going to heat out for the hotel. What time did you say that farmer’s market started in the morning?”

“You are not going to go have sex with that man in the club bathroom Rach.”

“Of course not!” I looked as incredulous as I could.

“She’s going to take me back to her hotel room. She’s got class after all.” Lucas appeared behind me and grabbed my ass, simultaneously setting my drink on the table next to me. I frowned, but picked up the drink.

Lindsay’s gears were turning, I could see it in her face. She wasn’t stupid, but sometimes the obvious took a moment for her to process. I decided to escape before I gave too much away and spent the next hour answering questions.

“I’ll just swing by your place with coffee in the morning. I am always up early anyway. Have a good night and I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” He grabbed my hand as I finished my drink and weaved me through the crowds amid the pounding music.

Once outside he grabbed my face and pulled me in for a long, hard kiss. He left me breathless as he grabbed my hand again and headed toward the hotel.

“Now, to address that skirt.”

Wicked Wednesday for post Stockpiled Cravings

4 Responses to “An Overdue Visit”

  • Marie Rebelle

    Oh I like this and I sure thing there should be a next part!

    Rebel xox

    • Rye

      Working on it. I started writing and quickly realized it would be over your suggested word limit. So it will have at least one more section.

  • Rachel de Vine

    Love this story. Like Rebel says, I think we should hear more.

  • Stranded

    Agreed with Marie and Rachel…word limit, shmird limit…well, that’s my philosophy.



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