Hotel Le Berber Palace
May 17, 2005
The Secret of a true Orgasm…
“You Cheated!” Angelina laughed, dodging Brad’s grasping arms.
“I won.” Brad answered. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, he’d finally found a woman who honestly enjoyed competing and wasn’t afraid to loose. Though she won more often then one would have thought and not because he’d let her, but because she was good.
“You cheated!” Angelina handed him her racket. Reaching down she grabbed her sports bag and his. Shelving hers on her shoulder, she waited while he stored their borrowed rackets in the equipment caddy.
“I won. You can’t cheat at tennis, when there’s no one to call score.” Brad laughed. Storing the rackets he grabbed his bag from her and took hers from her shoulder. Carrying both bags on his shoulder, he reached for her hand.
Taking his hand, she let him lead her through the court area. She didn’t bother to ask him where they were going. She learned to trust him and so far his surprises had been wonderful. He’d surprised her by taken her scuba diving. She’d been unaware that he scuba dived. He’d taken her on an elephant ride, to visit the royal palaces and to a few open air bazaars. She looked forward to his surprises. For once in her life, she didn’t mind allowing someone else to take control. “Okay fine. You won…no cheating.”
“Thank you for conceding. I thought we were going to be at this all day. Your mother is so right. You are stubborn little thing.” Brad bumped playfully into Angelina, throwing her steps off. He continued walking, dodging her attemps at reciprocation until they’d moved through the courts, past the outdoor bar and out into the back parking area. He led her to an empty parking space and stopped.
After waiting a moment in silence, Angelina felt compelled to make a comment. “I think we’ve been here before. Now maybe not this particular parking space, but yep…I’m almost certain that we’ve seen this lot before.”
Brad shook his head. Drop the bags and without warning smacked Angelina on the behind lightly. “Nobody likes a smart ass.”
“Oh…ouch!” Angelina rubbed her abused bottom. Licking her tongue out, she responded in true Angelina style. “Well I don’t know about that Bradley. You were amazed at how smart my ass was last night while you were drawing circles with your tongue on…”
“Whoa! Our ride’s here honey.” Brad stopped Angelina, watching as the black SUV he’d ordered pulled up. Opening the door, Brad helped Angelina into the truck. Tossing their bags into the truck, he followed suit.
“Monsieur Pitt!” One of the hotel’s staff members rushed towards the SUV carrying a large overnight bag. “Here you are sir. Everything is as you requested…ready and waiting.”
“Thank you Sharahn, I appreciate it. Please tell Monsieur Aswhari I said thank you.” Brad took the bag and fished out a large tip for the attendant.
“Thank you Monsieur Pitt and I will definitely let the manager know how much you appreciate his help. We are most happy to be of service. Have a good afternoon…you too Mademoiselle Jolie.” He waved as the truck moved out of the parking lot. He looked down at the tip in his hands. His eyes wide as he recognized the denomination of the bill…one hundred dollars. Monsieur Pitt had just given him one hundred dollars for helping him surprise Mademoiselle Jolie, and she was definitely in for a surprise.
Angelina watched the city pass by the windows. She listened to Brad as he took a call. Judging by Brad’s side of the conversation, he was speaking to Alejandro. She glanced behind her at the large overnight bag. She wondered what was in it. Now she wondered where they were going. Brad was a master at keeping her guessing.
Half listening to Alejandro, Brad watched Angelina glance back at the bag, once and then twice. He knew the suspense was killing her. And he was enjoying it. Returning his attention back to Alejandro he finished his call.
Closing her eyes Angelina leaned back and enjoyed simply being with this man she loved more and more each day. His voice soothed her more than any other. His presence made her feel safe, his desire for her made her feel like as though she were the most beautiful woman in the world. So lost in thought she didn’t notice the direction they were traveling until the truck stopped on the tarmac of a private airstrip were a small private plane waited. Now she needed to know. “Brad, where are we going?”
Brad didn’t utter a single word, while he buckled her into one of the plane’s four seats. Finally kneeling down he smoothed her hair away from her face. “Winner’s Desire.”
The Sahara Desert…
Angelina couldn’t believe that Brad had brought her to the middle of the Sahara desert. He refused to say anything other than ‘Winner’s Desire” He said nothing else and simply smiled at Angelina’s stunned expression when they finally arrived at large Berber desert village near the city of Ad Dakhla and were greeted by its leader, Sheik Hasim El Krim. A man Brad had obviously met before. Angelina noticed that the Sheik seemed to hold a great deal of respect and affection for Brad. They were introduced to the rest of his people and led to a large outdoor meal, which everyone enjoyed. Angelina had enjoyed meeting the villagers. She’d learned that they weren’t the usual Nomadic Berbers. She’d been told that due to an unresolved United Nations peace plan from the early nineties, they were only allowed to live in the desert four months out of the year. The other months they resided in different cities, depending on each family’s holdings. Angelina realized why Brad had befriended this group; they were an amazing people…strong, intelligent, giving and simply beautiful. Angelina made a mental note in her mind to research the treaty on her return home. But like Brad she wanted to keep these special people safe from the intrusion of the paparazzi and Hollywood.
“He’s a good man. His family has large holdings and I will live comfortably.” Safreen answered quietly, her gaze downcast.
“Yes I remember him. He seems very nice.” Knowing the structure of the tribe, Angelina realized that Brad would have more success with both the Sheik and Safreen’s father, maybe he could help. She’d ask him what he thought before saying anything to Safreen, not wanting to get her hopes up.
Teach U a Lesson - Robin Thicke
“Shhh…don’t speak…just feel. Don’t think…just allow. Don’t move…just experience.” Starting at the nape of her neck, Brad trailed gentle kisses down her spin. Kneeling behind her, Brad caressed and molded the smooth mounds of her buttocks, His soft caresses quickly becoming firm. Without warning his lips replaced his hands.
throbbing erection against her soft, damp folds, enjoying Angelina’s attempts to push back against him. Bending forward, his lips lightly grazed the sensitive nape of her neck, then adding his weight to his movements, Brad thrust powerfully into her begging body, seating himself completely. He withdrew slowly, filled her again, thrusting in long, slow strokes, nudging deep. The largeness of him stirred the same nerve endings that were still in the throes of the previous torturous orgasm.
The village was silent as Safreen made her way to the large tent. After hearing the screams, she’d been worried for Miss Angelina. The Sheik had warned them away from the tent, but Safreen couldn’t sleep without making sure that all was okay. She knew that Mr. Brad was a good man, but sometimes men…even good ones could unknowingly hurt a woman in their passions. Peeking in, she saw nothing. Moving steadily to the bedchamber of the tent, she stepped just in the door. There was a tiny lamp burning in the corner of the tent, low enough to keep her in the shadows.