The vicariously series are true factual accounts of sexual encounters I’ve had with artists, professional athletes, public figures etc… Names are changed and small details are changed to protect the celebrities identity. These accounts are in no particular order of each other and span over years. This blog is in no way intended to expose famous people but is intended to allow people who want to live my lifestyle but can’t bring themselves to actually do it. They can live through me and my stories, Vicariously❤️ I have grown to care and enjoyed every moment with every man in my memoirs.
It’s 8:00am and my eyes flutter as I slowly cross over from my dream land. I could of swore the alarm to my car was going off but as I crossed over into reality I realized I was dreaming and indeed my phone was ringing. Very punctual was Mr. Smile with his regular earlier morning “talks” as I called them. In reality it was training. Training to move on. I met Mr. Smile on a fluke as I was lusting after his very famous brother Mr. Adore. It was Mr. Adore’s music that I spent hours listening to allowing me to leave my current romantic situation which was very abusive. It was Mr. Adore who somehow caught my eye. Somehow he seemed to be the only other man on earth other than my current relationship that I was attracted to. When Mr. Smile found me and messaged me, I explained my situation. I was ready to move on. I was ready to save myself from a abusive relationship but I had one problem, sex. I couldn’t bring myself to move on sexually. I had been in committed relationships my whole life and I could count my sexual partners on a couple fingers. I wanted to make that move but was not sure how to bring myself to actually be with another man when I had devoted my mind body and soul to my abusive mate.
Mr. Smile was more than happy to call every morning and train me to move on. Our conversations grew from him talking about holding me and kissing my neck to him licking down my legs and eating my pussy. As the months grew, I became more and more comfortable. I remember it being a super hot day in summer when I called Mr. Smile and he just so happen to be at the studio recording with his brother Mr. Adore. We talked for a minute on the phone when he finally came out and said “ I know you want my brother” a statement I couldn’t deny but the truth was I wanted Mr. Smile too. He told me to hold on as he went to another room away from everyone recording so we could have one of our “talks” our talk got hot and heavy when this time he added Mr. Adore to our scenario. I was into the moment of him talking about me giving him head when he said “ while your giving me head my brother walks in the studio. He eats your pussy and then starts fucking you from the back.” A statement I couldn’t get out of my head and was hands down the sexiest phone conversation of my life. After that we talked and often played with the idea of all three of us together for several months until we brought the idea to Mr. Adore. It didn’t take much and I was packing my bags. It was finally time…
My stomach was in butterflies as I traveled to my hotel. I kept running through my head how I ended up actually agreeing to such madness and how I went from just wanting to move on sexually to agreeing to having sex with brothers. As much as my butterflies raced and I was nervous, I truly could hear my heart saying “ well girl you tried the relationship thing for a very long time. Might as well do it and do it big” I kept texting Mr. Smile with no response and I was upset but it was hard to stay upset when Mr. Adore was texting me over and over. I could hardly wait to see him, it had been so long and I wanted him so bad. I listened to his music, watched his live on Instagram and fantasized about this moment for so long. I hoped Mr. Smile would soon respond but as I arrived at my hotel there was still no answer. Mr Adore wasn’t waiting for his brothers response though. He called to ask what I wanted to drink as he was at the liquor store. As bad as my nerves should have been, they were not. I was excited just enjoying the moment and letting it go however it went.
I waited at the back door of the hotel. I had to sneak him through the back avoiding any paparazzi. My heart dropped as I watched him pull up. He snuck through the door and we crept through the hallways investigating to make sure no one would see him. He jumped behind a fake tree in the pool area as a family walked in to take a swim. I had to laugh at him he was so cute at that moment. We were laughing trying to make it to the elevator undetected. It was like a childish game but the consequences were real if we got caught. Finally we made it in the elevator. I knew I should wait because elevators have cameras but I couldn’t stand waiting anymore. The elevator door closed and I leaned my back into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. I ran my nails down his cheek as he leaned down. I could feel his breath heavy on me as he aggressively kissed my neck. The elevator door opened and we rushed to the hotel door hoping no one would catch us.
As we walked through the hotel door we entered the living room area which is decorated impeccably with beautiful furnishings. We walk past the couch and past the wall that divides the living room and the bed area. I sat on the bed and checked my phone one more time to see if Mr. Smile had responded so he can join us. There is no response so I set my phone down and took a few drinks from the bottle Mr. Adore just opened. He took off his shirt and pulled me close to him. We kiss on each others bodies. His neck is so soft and feels so good. As I lean in to kiss his lips I stopped for a minute and remember the man who is back at home. For a quick second I pulled away until he pulled me back and started to undress me. I had waited to long to pass up the man in front of me. So I started to lick down his neck, down his chest, down his stomach enjoying every bit of the way he tasted. He slightly fell against the dividing wall as I gave him head. His moans of “damn girl” got loader and loader. I enjoyed every second as I could hear him moaning with pleasure. Just as my jaw felt like it could break and my eyes were watering he pulled out and looked down at me asking “ how long did you wait for daddy, girl?” This is a comment I would eventually hear often from artists. I replied “Forever daddy” he smiled, pulled me up and bent me over the bed. As he slammed in me over and over he kept repeating “ that’s my pussy” then he completely stopped and leaned over near my ear. I was perplexed as to why he stopped until he said “ don’t give my brother this pussy, it’s mine”. It was so sexy yet subconsciously I wondered if that was dirty talk or him being real on the issue. Whatever it was I moaned as he started pounding me from the back again and I yelled “ I would never, it’s your pussy daddy” as he kept giving it to me I felt like the old me was drifting away and a new me that enjoyed every moment of this experience was taking over. I kept looking back. I was so small compared to him and watching the man that I adored and consistently listened to bend me over was the hottest moment of my life at that point. He went faster and faster until he griped my waist as he finished. As I felt him pulsating in me I new the old me was dead and Lovely Vixen was born ❤️
I laid in bed drinking his alcohol as I listened to the shower in the bathroom. We laughed and talked over the loudness of the water but a huge rush of tiredness started to fall over me. I couldn’t tell if it was the hours of traveling or the amazing sex we just had, or both but I was fighting to stay awake when he came over to the bed to tell me he had to go to the studio to finish up a song. He kissed me, left the bottle of alcohol and oddly enough said “My brother will hit you up soon to keep you company and I’ll be back later” I watched him shut the door and I could hardly keep my eyes open and after a few minutes I fell into a deep sleep.
In my dream once again I heard what sounded like a car alarm and as I started to wake up I realized it was my phone once again. I groggily picked it up and answered. It was Mr Smile “ What you doin baby? I’m coming through to see you” at that moment all I could hear in my head was “ Don’t give my brother this pussy,” I took a deep breath and said…
To be continued
The author Dahlia Koca
The writer Dahlia Koca is a hip hop journalist out of Denver Colorado. She is also a radio host for Straight Official Radio Host, Fleet Dj Model and Professional Dancer.