The Revelation.

Yvette is seated in the home of her parents. She is already missing the beloved home of her late parents, the home of childhood memories, of times they were. In this home she had been nurtured and raised by her beloved granny. She thought to herself how comes, she had suddenly and even unaware to herself she had grown out of coming to this home. It was as if she hadn't been aware all the while, that she now comes to this place less and less each month. As she sat, she fantasizes all the good memories in her mind. She somewhat wished she was still that little girl, whose dreams were to grow up, and find a perfect man as her father. The good old days when her granny sat her beside on the couch, and advised her on finding a perfect man, came fresh to her. Then she wondered, why have she not met such a man yet. Is it that she was too obsessed, that she failed to figure out the right person? Or is she too standardized on her criteria of a perfect man, such that none could come by? Or was she expecting every man to be like her father, such that there was none to meet that standard? Maybe, she may have to bring down the standard she had set, in determining the perfect man. She then thought of the men in her life, first was Ben. Of course Ben had such an enigma that Yvette could not understand. His thoughts had come racing down her mind,  at any time. Even times, when she thought Al was going on good with either, Jay or that virtual moniker, Nicordemis, Ben had still been on her mind. She then thought why had she not settled with him. Is he not supposedly the right person, since her mind was attached to him? But then, it dawned on her that Ben was too over protective. He was never feeling secure, and always needed an assurance. But Yvette admits to herself, that Ben is really caring and loved her. She became Less interested in him ever since her psychic advisor, had told her that Ben is not the man destined for her. For the first time in her whole life, Yvette had doubtful thoughts about her psychic advisors. She realized herself Wondering if their soothsaying is hundred percent reliable. If their link to the spiritual realm is at all real. This feelings were toxic and disgusting as Yvette never wants to nurture doubts towards the sacred psychic advisors she had relied upon. She was never the carnal and secular type, but one whose steadfast religious mindset is unshakable. She assured herself that, the predictions of the psychic advisors not matching her personal desires should not be a reason to denounce their potency, or question the genuineness of the spiritual realm. Yvette recalled times she had laid on Ben's chest, having lovely chi chat. Those were moments that she felt really loved than at any other time. His chest beating in tune with his breath, having Yvette's head on a kind of gentle seesaw. Her admonition for him on one side, and his protectiveness on the other side, in a play of love. His arm placed round her back , in a gentleman fashion. As if he was trying to console her from some sort of predicament. Indeed those were times she had truly felt protected, by love and interest for her. Not just a list filled man, trying to derive sexual satisfaction from her. Been would gently place his other arm, on her breast, as she lays chest to chest with him. He doesn't grab her breast in such a lust he driven manner but in a fashion of love, that Yvette barely feels his touch. She herself, being really wet, had always wished that he grabs her boob more firmly. She had on various occasions thought of making him to firmly grip her boobs, and even slid his arm under her shirt, and through her bra. So he gets direct contact with her breasts, and even bring it out and suck. That would have made Yvette really wet, and with that alone she knew she would squirt all over. She had always wished that Ben would up his sexual approaches towards her, and get more hot romance with her. But, no Ben is not that type. He is a very simple and emotional guy who believes in relationship and emotional connection more than sexual fancies. For any person, of course that will provide an assurance that Ben is indeed a perfect man, who loves genuinely and not after her body. This makes a dividing criteria between men who reached love a woman and men who are just intending to satisfy their sexual urges. Yvette, felt that by her reckoning, that was the only shortcoming of Ben. Although, she hopes for a man who is just interested in loving her, she feels that the sexual satisfaction cannot be left out. She knows that real love is more important, but at the same time there should also be hot romance attached. It seems this two features are hard to come by in the same person. Men who love genuinely normally are less interested in romance, while those who are flirts, seem to only be interested in romantic affairs. If a true lover is the one who is not after her body, then how will she find that true lover who at the same time will be  a flirt and give her hot bodily experiences. This thoughts made Yvette feel that her choices seem to be contradicting each other. No! She wants a man who truly loves her not her body, but will love her enough to satisfy her fierce sexual desires, simple! If any man falls short on any feature, then he's simply not the man for her. Therefore, Ben is not meant for her. He takes romance and sex too lightly, Yvette wants more, so perhaps the psychic advisors simply foretold that Ben is not meant for get, because he wouldn't live up to her sexual fantasies.

She had the thoughts of her psychic advisor race through her mind. He had on the previous night counseled her to let go, for good Who is not meant for her, so that she may find who is meant for her in due time. Jocelyn had told her, in a voice that seems to be echoing from the other end of a steel pipe " The more you delay letting go of what's not meant for you, the more you delay arrival of what is". So Yvette thought all over about Ben, she knew he's not meant for her. But she had been using him as a source of succor and resort in times of distress. In times of conflict and distress with Jay, she had gone to Ben's place, and felt relieved by that tranquil and security that surrounds his love for her. She had gently been gripped by him, in his arms all day, and ended up in a soothing sex. Not the sort of sex she fantasizes but, that which is comforting, that makes not her pussy squirt, but her heart relaxed. Ben's sex was that which did not get her nipples hard, but her emotions relieved, that which did not got her libido lit, but made her feel loved. She had promised Jocelyn to cut off all sorts of connection with Ben, Jay and any other person who's not meant for her. This action she believes, may be hard to bear, but will soon bring the right person her way. She summoned the insights to do that. She picked up her cell phone and dialed number. He picked at once. Yvette asked if he's free for her to come over. He agreed, and gladly too. In an hour, Yvette was at Ben's place.

They sat on the couch, in the balcony and had a chi chat, while drinking apple cider. He had wrapped Yvette under his arms, in that usual gentlemanly manner. His left arm took turns in taking his drink to his mouth, and in caressing Yvette's boobs. She held her glass in the right hand, and her left arm touched Ben's genitals at intervals. For some while, they remained in this position without speaking. Yvette sensed Ben's dick was hard as rock. She wished his sexual approaches were as hard too. She wants to have a last sex with Ben before saying goodbye. She fondled his dick in her hand, and he was already wet. But being the Ben he was, he never acted fiercely. Gently and romantically, he kissed Yvette for long before reaching his hands down to her leggings. With slow and swift pull, he had taken her leggings off. Yvette is already wet. She unbolted his trousers, and exposed his rock hard dick. She gave him a fellatio for some time, while he moaned softly. It was as if none of them realized they were on the balcony. But of course it was safe for them, as Ben's house was a remote area, and he barely has visitors. In the next few minutes, Yvette was on top riding Ben's cock at her own pace, in most instances, he rode her. But Yvette wants to have a good last sex with hit, so she resolved to ride him hard to her satisfaction. For over twenty minutes straight, she rode him hard, and he was moaning deeply. Yvette was vibrating all over, as if possessed. They both came, at once, she pulled and licked most of his cum. Her juices fiercely squirted all over.

"Ben I know it's hard to hear, but we have to do away with each other, trust me you are a great man, but we will both be fine without each other" Yvette said, as Ben was half dressed. He was taken aback, and was not sure if he heard her right.

It was a sort of new Dawn, the next day for Yvette. The ordeals she had the previous day with Ben kept racing through her mind. It had almost kept her awake all night. She was glad she did the right thing, in following the psychic advisor's advise. She had to let go who's not meant for her, to find who is. But one thing she will forever miss, is that loving company of Ben. She wishes that even if she finds a true love, Ben would remain her side lover. Her, male close companion who she spends time of distress with. Who will make love to her, not furious hot sex, when she needs it. But it is what it is, Yvette has to let go, and learn to grow out of this thoughts. She went to her friends place, Grace who was glad to see her. She recounted her ordeals with Ben to Grace, who commended her for taking a painful but right step. By evening, Yvette wants to be alone, and take some time all in her company in her late parents house. She decided to drive there at once. She hardly ever saw a police cruiser patrolling these roads. It's unusual to see a police patrol on this way, she thought within herself, trying to button up the loosed buttons. But, if she were to pull over, she somehow knew trouble would be within her reach due to over speeding. An idea struck her; she would bit her lip, look up to him with a timid smile and also attempt to lose the button again in his presence. Doing this would make her get away with only a deep toned warning. Her magic worked! She glanced on the trip counter and nodded to herself happily. She was over halfway now. Whatever that display was, she told herself, was worth it.

 She thought would have been content with it: if she got to her parents' home quickly, good; but if the drive takes a bit more time, that is great as well. She felt some humble gratefulness as she felt her daily woes release her, torn down, and disappearing one by one as the miles passed by through the forest, and the hills slowly turned into mountains.

Whenever she felt like getting away on a weekend, she just packed and she was gone. After speeding through the sweeping corners, she would pull in the long drive-way, through the gate, up on the pearly white gravel. Eli, the butler and gardener would be standing right at the front already, with a big black umbrella if it rained, and a wide southern smile in every case. He would take her bag and follow her on the cobblestones, freshly covered in baby's breath and green luscious grass. They would go in through the backdoor, into the kitchen, where the staff is preparing the next meal, to the warm sound of Fred Astaire coming down from the wooden speakers. There's the smell of fresh brewed coffee lingering in the air with a touch of almond, jasmine, & sage.  A magical home filled with happy memories and laughter at every corner.

The garden was her favorite part of the house. Whenever she arrived, she had to perform the same ritual. Even if it was the middle of the night - which was rare, since when she felt the call, she usually sat in her Audi early in the morning, or right after work and driving drove through the fiery red lanes the setting sun was painting over the hillsides - she always spent a good half an hour out on the stone porch, under the huge oak tree. That tree protected anyone sitting under its majestic canopy. Even the harshest rainstorm could only send in a few droplets of water, making her connection with the surrounding nature only more intimate. She found this to be highly pleasing to her

There was no sign of rain today though. The orange glow arched through the sky, turning into faint pink, and eventually, dark blue, as the power of the Sun slowly gave way to the gathering twilight.

"This garden was the creation of love, the love of my parents," Yvette thought to herself, when she arrived and was already sitting on her favorite spot - alone, as she always preferred.

She looked at the walls, statues waterfalls, vines, ferns, the most beautiful flowers separated by king doors, hidden entrances, and secret rooms. A nostalgic feeling overshadowed her and she became almost emotional. She pondered "So many beautiful bushes and tiny alcoves, plenty of places to hide and dream… so many times I hid there when I was just a little girl.  I used to go to the gardens to meet my imaginary prince, write in my journal, pray, cry when my feelings were hurt, or just enjoy the smells that nature had to offer. Or dedicate my thoughts to my early erotic dreams or get lost in the maze with the teenage boys from the neighborhood we played with for hours".

It was home away from home, a comfortable place and where she came to stay on the weekends, or longer, after her father passed away.

She remembered to have cried for days when her Dad left this world. She felt as though a part of her had died.  She sat here, or strolled below the trees, talking to only his spirit for days, not even her closest friends were allowed to see her.

 "My father was more than a father. He was my best friend." She soliloquized.

Yvette always felt him close here. She felt him from the smells embedded into the fabric of his recliner, the soft cigar and tobacco pipe smells, root beer candy lying in the plate of his favorite chair. She could still see the glass of whiskey, almost still fresh from his last visit, and the mahogany wooden chairs, crafted by him.

The garden was where Yvette came to think, pray, listen to the guidance of her grandmother... and now, sadly, her father as well.  Her late grandparents enjoyed coming out here to relax, trim the flowers, meditate over problems they faced, challenges life threw at them, and questions they needed answers to.

"If I shut my eyes, I can still feel their presence, whispering, 'it's OK, Yvette, I am OK, and I am here, if you need me.'  My heart is broken," she thought "The two closest persons in my life are now gone."  

For almost two years, after her father passed, Yvette took the journey every weekend to feel the presence, and to pray.  

"They were the only ones who understood my feelings and what I meant by the deep yearning in my soul,"  she thought, nurturing a mug of strawberry tea, looking around to the old bushes, where she could almost see her grandmother standing, clicking her tiny secateurs, to keep the plants in an elegant shape. But in recent times, she had over the months come to the house less and less than before.

Suddenly, while she was lost I thoughts of her late parents, a call came in. The buzzing sound of the phone on her legs quickly grabbed her attention. It was her psychic advisor, Jocelyn. She answered. "Hey Yvette, I have something to urgently reveal to you". Yvette wondered what it could be, but she knew in her mind it will have to do with her relationships. Jocelyn continued " Now that you let one wrong person go, you are close to finding your real match. I have gotten revelation, you will find out what truth that had remained hidden from you all the while, but you have no idea what it is. After, that revelation, you will have your eyes cleared, the veil on the hidden moniker online will be lifted, and you will find your quest. Your quest, of a true genuine love, and one who gives you hot sex. Bye, I have much business now, we will talk a week later". Before Yvette, could make any inquiries, the call had gone off. Yvette was much concerned about the hidden truth that will be revealed, today. She had the feeling, to go and see Jay. Whatever the hidden truth maybe, it will reveal itself, Yvette knew she's ready to handle it. It's been a while, Jay had reached out to her. She missed the hot sex, and his furious cock pounding her from behind. She wanted nothing more than such experience for the day. She's already squirting in her panties at the mere thoughts. She decided to board a cab, and not use her car. She's too anxious and wet of sex to drive her car. She was in a matter of about an hour at Jay's place.

"Ohh yeah, harder, ah, ah, oh yeah baby". The sound Yvette was hearing was unmistakable. Jay was in his house, banging a blonde. A bitch that have been sharing that cock with her, a bitch she wishes to storm in and Lynch to death. Yvette was boiling and almost got snapped. But then suddenly, the words of Jocelyn came to her, "you will find out a hidden truth, it may be painful to bear, but for your good". Yvette was relaxed by this at least a bit. But, she was still very angry, and couldn't or believe that Jay had been cheating on her all the while. Little wonder, he goes for weeks without bothering to reach her, and when questioned he usually excused himself of being busy with work. Yvette stood at the veranda, in deep emotions while Jay and his bitch were having a hot sex inside. She wondered if she should quietly walk away, without their knowledge of her presence, or she should get confrontational. To spank the lady sharing Jay with her, to give Jay a good insult and break up with him for good. Yvette thought the best is to silently leave, and avoid Jay, in a ghosting break up. She had no idea why that she thought was the best decision, but at least the hidden truth that Jay is a cheat and had only been exploiting her body has been revealed as Jocelyn had predicted. One thing Yvette couldn't beat was the furious romance the couple are having within. Their moans were so hard that Yvette wondered if Jay had given her such a good sex as he was giving this lady. She was wet, and fully turned on by the moans of pleasurable sex. For some time, she had almost forgotten about the whole case of Jay cheating on her, and was lost in sexual fantasy. She imagined herself as the lady Jay is banging, and was quietly moaning in tune with them. She squeezed her breasts, and put herself on the wall, with her butt protruding, she couldn't help but imagine herself being fucked. At some instances, she almost moaned loudly, that she feared being heard by the cheat and his whore. She cursed at the same time, how someone else was having the dick she came to take.

Yvette laid in bed, thinking about her experience and ordeals the last three days. She had left, while Jay was having sex with a girl, without their notice. She had resolved to ghost him, and never have anything to do with him again. She admitted to herself, that her obsession for sex, was what veiled her eyes from knowing that Jay was never for her from the beginning. He was always too busy, and emotionally absent. Now she's free from being in that delusion called relationship with him.

So who is left, of course Nicordemis. But how long will it take, before he reveals his real self beyond the internet. She never knew his accent, or who exactly he is. She decided to go online, but he was offline. She realized there was a message on the inbox icon, she opened it, it was a text from Nicordemis. It read " I have not revealed myself to you, but yet you trusted me. I am not satisfied with having you just wet with phone sex anymore, I want to come all the way from Egypt, and make you feel loved to". Yvette, at once remembered the words of her psychic advisor, Jurie Marie, who said the person meant for her, will be an Egyptian. She wondered if, the journey of her quest for a real love has come to a successful end.