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.
I hung up the phone and hopped out of bed rushing to the bathroom. I hopped in the shower as quickly as I could. My hair was a mess, my makeup was worn off and I was looking rough to say the least and I knew Mr. Smile would be there soon. I had no time to wash my hair but as I scrubbed my cotton candy smelling soap all over me I could feel the bubbles drip down my back while I debated if telling Mr. Smile to come was a good move or not. His brothers image popped in my memory and I could envision his hands all over me from only moments before. I simply adored him and had since I was a young girl and first saw his music video on MTV. He was truly my Mr. Adore. The debate quickly left my head as I hopped out and dried off while digging through my makeup bag as quickly as possible.
I finished my final coat of mascara as I heard a knock at the door. I had butterflies in my stomach as I slowly walked closer and closer to the door knob. I twisted the knob and there he was in front of me, smiling. He stepped in and before I knew it I was in his arms for a hug and I could smell how good his cologne was. I closed the door quickly and again looked at the small couch in the living room area as we walk by it into the bedroom. As he set on the edge of the bed I realized I had not even straightened the bed from all the recent activity, “So my brother already came?” Mr. Smile asks. I am not sure how he will react so I just shake my head yes. I start thinking this is a bad idea and can’t stop replaying Mr. Adores comment about not hooking up with his brother out of my head but as we start talking and laughing I start feeling more comfortable remembering how we had talked everyday for so long.
As we are sitting on the bed talking about random life he starts to rub my leg and slowly creeps his hands to my panties and starts rubbing me. His touch feels so good yet I’m still so reserved I can’t help it. He finally asks ” what’s wrong? You don’t want to do this?” I look at him him for a second but his touch feels so good it’s hard to concentrate. As I close my eyes in pleasure I finally let the words slip from my lips ” your brother said not to give you my pussy, its his” He completely stops and I open my eyes having my mind quickly come back to me. He laughs and says “Wow! He needs to remember your my girl! He’s the one that is fucking what’s mine.” I set there a moment and contemplated that. As I looked at him I realized it didn’t matter. We had been talking for months we were the ones who had made plans together. He came in to kiss my neck and all my inhibitions melted away. We couldn’t stop kissing and rubbing our hands all over each other. He leaned back on the bed as I sucked him and he wrapped his hands in my hair grabbing a tighter grip with each twist pushing my head lower and lower on his dick. Right before he couldn’t take anymore or our experience would be over I stopped and he looked down smiling at me. I watched him walk to the couch that I had walked past so often that day. As he set on the couch digging in his pocket for his condom and I slowly walked toward him giving him a second to prepare himself. I slowly climbed on top of him and watched him moan as I set on him slowly feeling his dick filling every inch of me. He caressed me as I rocked on him harder and harder every moment. One hand slid up to my neck as he sucked my chest and I was still bouncing on him. His hand started gripping my neck harder as his other hand closed in on my neck too. He squeezed just enough to allow my breath but not enough to let out the moans and screams I had just been doing. ” your my bitch right” he said over and over. I screamed “yes” over and over as we roughly fucked the shit out of each other. I could feel his sweat dripping down his back as I held on to him and he forced himself inside me over and over as I screamed with pleasure. I hit a point when I could barely stand another stroke and then he slowly went from wild crazy animal to soft and gentle as he finished. I relaxed on top of him as we regained our strength.
We continued talking and laughing as we both took turns in the bathroom cleaning up. His smile was contagious. He asked if I was hungry and I absolutely was after such a eventful day. We headed to his homeboys spot that owned a restaurant where he grew up. The desk clerk glared at me in disapproval as we walked past the hotel entrance and I headed to his expensive car. I wondered if his car had set in front of the hotel the whole time or if he had called valet without me hearing it. Not that it mattered but I was curious as he opened my door and I slid into the comfy leather racing style seat. The night had fallen on the sky and I watched the city lights quickly zip by and the motor screamed as we drove. I could feel his hand on my leg. He tapped my leg and asked ” you ok? ” As I look at him I can see his huge smile seeing nothing but a insane amount of diamonds glistening. It was in that moment that I felt so alive. I felt happy for the first time in so long. I responded “I am amazing” thinking of how I couldn’t regret either brothers. I truly adored them both. I knew I would forever have the memory of living in this moment.
We had fun laughing and getting to know each other better as we drove around for endless hours and he spoiled me with anything and everything I could need. Night time started to become day as I walked past the valet guy and the snooty front desk lady back into my hotel. I kissed Mr. Smile goodnight as I went in my room and cuddled in my fluffy comforter. I grabbed the alcohol bottle of Mr. Adore and drank one last shot as I closed my eyes and thought of the night. Thought of wanting more nights and the rush I had just experienced more often. I knew I would be on a flight home in a few hours and was disappointed that this moment couldn’t last forever.