Cherie – Chapter 15 – Catwoman in the Batcave

“It’s never too late to start all over again.”

It had been two weeks since I’d seen Cherie. Three weeks since our Club Quarters encounter. We’d been keeping in touch by text. I like that she’s not always bugging me with lots of texts all day. I maybe get one in the morning, and something at night. It’s very minimal and very sweet.

I’ve been planning for two weeks for the arrival of her eminence. The super cleaning spree, the drapes, bedding and chocolate treats all put in place for Cherie. I texted her the night before and asked when she would be coming down to Philly on Saturday. She said 5:30pm.

“Why so late?” I asked. She said she had to work Saturday, then make sure all babysitting orders were in place. Sometimes it’s one of her parents or one of her cousins. They all seem to pull together as a family and take care of each others needs. I like that.

Well that gives me plenty of time to go out to breakfast and prepare. I run a few errands, and do some writing. In the previous chapter I broke down all of the stuff I did to prepare. The apartment was now a fully operational babe lair.

At dusk my phone plays Cherie’s text tone. She says she’s looking for parking. She gets a spot down at 20th and South. I tell her I’m coming out to meet her. I get down there and retrieve her. I was talking to my friend, Church earlier and he said all metered parking is free on weekends until the new year. Which is great because Cherie can park her car at a meter and leave it all night and not spend any of her hard-earned money on parking just to see me.

I’m very happy to see her. The last time was a short breakfast date before she had to get to class. I bring her back to the apartment. I’m thankful that the place looks great, and daughter Lorelei is away until Monday. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves, but we’re probably going to only really need one or two rooms.

She’s wearing a blue shirt, and the new style of ripped jeans. The tears are horizontal so bits of her legs are revealed here and there. She has knee-high brown boots on. She drops her bag on the floor. I’m doing my nervous talking thing and showing her around. Obviously there is some hugs and kisses because this has been building up for a while.

The good thing is, this is my house and it’s not our first intimate encounter. Don’t get me wrong, that was spectacular. But it’s nice to be confident in regard to your abilities and have the benefit of the home field advantage.

There’s some small talk and laughs. At some point I simply say, “Cherie, I’m going to take off all of my clothes and get in this fresh bed. I’d like you to join me.” That’s what she did. She certainly is compliant. It wasn’t like last time. Things moved forward quickly and we were soon in the throes of passion.

I have been in several rock bands in my life, and I have lived a charmed life in regard to women. Maybe because I’ve never been a lothario. Always a gentleman. But some of the most lovely fruit has been offered up to me in my lifetime. I’m very grateful for that.  Cherie is lovely and passionate. This truly may be not only the best sex I’ve ever had but with the best person. I’ve had great sex, but it’s been with a bi-polar chick from my past. They’re just mad in the bedroom. They arent sensual women. They’re just mad crazy and up for anything. Sometimes madness lends itself to intense sex. But it’s different with Cherie. She’s really passionate but submissive when needed. She’s also very giving. The way she does certain things to me don’t say ‘I want to get you off’. They say ‘I love you and I love doing this’. Especially to you. That’s a powerful cocktail. That shit is real. You can clearly see and feel the difference.

I know that feeling because I’m the same way. I love Cherie. She’s great. Just an easy-going, smart girl. She’s young, but she’s mature. I may have met my match. She’s a very sexual woman. I like that. I suppose what man wouldn’t? It’s a new affair, but it’s so good. We’re really well matched personally and sexually. I’ve never really had a relationship like this before. It moved forward rather quickly, but you’ve read the chapters, it’s clearly a match. She’s wonderful and I adore her.

I could write about in detail how amazing the sex was, and it would be graphically delicious, but Phicklephilly isn’t about that. That would turn this work into pornography. I’ve worked too hard on telling these stories to turn it into some tawdry tell-all rag.

My chapters are normally pretty long, but Cherie arrived at my house by 6pm Saturday and we were out of the house by 8:30 Sunday morning. There isn’t much to tell. Just mad good love, sex, and sleep.

But this baby is fire! She is probably the most sensuous woman I have ever met. Who wouldn’t love a laid back chick that’s an animal in the saddle?

Okay, I have to stop talking about this.

She spent the night. It was glorious just to sleep beside my queen. The next morning we showered and I took her to breakfast. I like the old-fashioned idea of that act. You spend the night with me, and have sex with me, and I’ll buy you breakfast. I walked her to her car and kissed her good-bye. She even was good enough to drive me to work! What a gal!

I didn’t think that love would come for me again. Let this give you all hope. After Annabelle I thought I was done. And I was cool with that. But you just never know what’s around corner waiting for you when you least expect it. My lovely Cherie is proof of that. It can be done. Cupid will draw back his arrow and drive it right through your broken heart. Mending it and swelling it with hope and love. In the words of the band Steppenwolf’s John Kay, “It’s never too late to start all over again.”

You only get one life. So get out there and enjoy yourself. Don’t surround yourself with possessions and stuff. Surround yourself with good people, experiences and family. (As long as they aren’t a bunch of nuts!)

My night with Cherie felt like this….


Oh… One final question. Should I add a bit more spice to my stories? Meaning: Should I include more graphic sexual scenes or more erotica?

I’d love to hear your feedback on this subject!


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8 thoughts on “Cherie – Chapter 15 – Catwoman in the Batcave”

  1. Charles, you’re doing just fine with your story-telling. More “spice” would only degrade Cherie, and degrade you. I have been advised by others to “open myself up to all the possibilities”-but their meaning is: “Be open to settling for anyone.” I’ll pass on that, and just let the next right one,”come around the corner”, as you have so aptly put it.

    1. I too worry about disrespecting Cherie, but maybe she is OK with it. I think if it is in context and helps illustrates your point, that’s OK. I loved the way you said this: “The way she does certain things to me don’t say ‘I want to get you off’. They say ‘I love you and I love doing this’. Especially to you. That’s a powerful cocktail. That shit is real. You can clearly see and feel the difference.” That actually was very well articulated about feeling the difference, and helped me think of sexual contact in a way I hadn’t quite before. Another example I thought of was an article I was reading about how to talk dirty, and the guy said it’s not always about what you say, but how you say it. Then he gave the example that one time he was having trouble getting it up for his girlfriend–just one of those things. Then she whispered that she knew he would get hard eventually and when he did she wanted him to wake her up with it. He got hard instantly. That’s a great story because people often think of dirty talk in a basic, one dimensional way. As a writer, it’s your job to ask yourself if it adds to your point or not and go from there. The new content is very good!

      1. Thank you so much for your words and advice. I appreciate that you get what I’m trying to achieve here. I think I’m going to stick with how this relationship feels and maybe leave the lurid stuff for other future tales.

      2. You’re doing great! I have actually thought about doing an anonymous blog (one my family doesn’t know about, lol) for more fun, lurid stories. So that could be an option too. Sex is fun to write about for sure.

  2. Well, I’m always up for reading some good erotica, but I also enjoy just the way you tell your stories. uummm… you could also try a post or two with more detail and see how they’re received. Or how you feel about it after it’s posted. If you’re uncomfortable or don’t like the results, remove the post. PS: I enjoy reading this storyline. Well, all of them, but I can read a change in your “voice” with this one. It’s…. sweet, for lack of better term.

What are your thoughts on this subject?

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