Detained in NYC
Copyright© 2025 by Midori Greengrass
Chapter 21
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21 - An artist is caught up in the dragnet.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Ma/Ma NonConsensual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Wife Watching White Male Oriental Female Oral Sex AI Generated
And Mitchell had told her that before their trip when he’d announced he’d be taking the summer semester off, a colleague, friendly but competitive woman, had smiled and said, “That’s good for you. Of course the rest of us will have to take up the slack.”
Mitchell saw that her comment was ridiculous. His absence would mean at most that the other teachers would get a few more students or else a new teacher would be hired. That coworker was just expressing annoyance or maybe she actually felt sad at the thought of summer without him, would miss him. That possibility made Mitchell feel good, he said. He also said the way she mouthed her words to him reminded him of how Akemi used her tongue when she went down on him. He actually said that.
Nelson didn’t drink or use drugs, mocked those who did, needed help to get high. “Rain or shine, outdoors, and I’m set. And of course a lovely lady helps.” He grinned in a way that put Akemi off some. Saliva shone on his lower lip. Maybe sensing her reaction, Nelson wiped his mouth with his sleeve. The grin did not break. Unapologetic guy. You have to adjust to me, not me to you, his philosophy, part of it at least.
The tea was herbal, grass extract or something, suitable choice from a student aware of the artist’s reputation as holistic health advocate. Akemi too knew, through Mitchell, that Nelson could go overboard touting the benefits, spiritual and otherwise, of a natural lifestyle—including sex, no doubt. He’d fashioned himself as a sort of guru at the college, according to Mitchell’s criticism. Akemi found all that forgivable. It wasn’t important to her.
But was to Nelson. He made clear to Akemi that he had a sense of humor even about the serious stuff. “All connected,” he said and that if she was to understand him she had to accept all of it. “Or should I say if you want me to accept you.” At this he let out a booming laugh. Fancied himself a Zen teacher who enlightens his disciples with shock tactics.
Akemi would never accept him as her master, at least not beyond that day, she told herself.
Kissing her cheek when he said that stuff. Where the light from the window ended, shadow began. Kissed wet on the span from cheekbone, going down not toward mouth, lips, as Akemi had expected but directly to her neck and lower, like a bird nibbling, bird that can’t get enough.