Midnight Magic in Manhattan

By Gianni Shamari

Copyright ©2025

Qimmah felt the opulence of New York City enveloping her as her chauffeur-driven car, a sleek black Bentley, pulled up to “Nature Boy” Maré’s Manhattan penthouse. The street was alive with the buzz of high society, and she couldn’t help but smile as she absorbed the grandeur. The doorman, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, welcomed her with a gracious nod as she ascended the marble steps into the lavish building and up to the penthouse, a world of luxury and elegance.

As she entered, she was greeted by the sight of Maré, the notorious New York billionaire playboy, and his friends. He looked dashing in his tailored suit, and his smile was infectious as he welcomed her with open arms.

“Qimmah, so glad you could make it,” Maré said, his voice smooth and charming. “I hope you’re ready for a night to remember.”

Qimmah laughed, feeling at ease in his presence. “I wouldn’t want to miss it for the world,” she replied, her eyes sparkling excitedly.

The penthouse was alive with music and laughter, and Qimmah was swept up in the festivities. Champagne flowed freely as the guests mingled, and the air was filled with the intoxicating scent of delicate perfume and cologne.

“Would you like to dance, princess?” Maré asked her smoothly.

Qimmah smiled. “Yes, I would love that.”

The smooth, slick R&B-infused track “Champagne Life” by Ne-Yo seemed to echo their feelings. It caressed the air, wrapping Qimmah and Maré in their romantic embrace as they swayed together on the dance floor. With its warm, golden light, the softly lit room added an intimacy to the scene, casting gentle shadows around them as they moved in perfect harmony, their connection growing stronger with each step.

Qimmah’s senses were alight with the rhythm of the music and the scent of Maré’s Cupid Hypnosis cologne, a heady mix of sandalwood and citrus mingling with the subtle hints of perfume in the air. The smoothness of his tailored suit and the warmth of his hand on the small of her back sent a shiver of electrifying excitement through her, a feeling she couldn’t quite contain.

“You’re a fantastic dancer, Maré,” Qimmah said, a smile playing on her lips as she looked up at him.

“Only because I have such a captivating dance partner,” Maré replied, his voice low and intimate.

The melodic strains of the music punctuated their conversation, and in the flickering light, their gazes held a silent understanding —a language of unspoken attraction —that deepened their connection.

As they moved together, their steps ideally in sync, Qimmah felt a rush of exhilaration. The music seemed to slow down just for them, and in that moment, it was as if nothing else existed in the world. It was just her, Maré, and the intoxicating melody wrapping around them like a warm embrace.

The evening had been filled with laughter and animated conversations, but at this moment, all that faded into the background. It was just the two of them in their private world, where the music and their connection were the only things that mattered.

As the night went on, Qimmah was drawn to Maré’s magnetic personality as she engaged in deep conversations with him and his friends. They discussed their shared love for adventure and excitement, as well as their dreams and aspirations, and their views on life. The view from the penthouse was breathtaking, and the city’s twinkling lights seemed to dance in the distance. Clinking glasses and lively chatter filled the room, creating an atmosphere of vitality and joy. Their conversations, filled with shared laughter and thoughtful pauses, deepened their connection.

The clock struck midnight, and Maré raised his glass for a toast. “To living life to the fullest,” he proclaimed, his eyes shining with unbridled enthusiasm.

Qimmah clinked her glass with his, a smile on her lips. “To new experiences and unforgettable moments,” she echoed, her heart whole from the night’s festivities.

All the guests left for home as the party continued into the early hours of the morning. Maré and Qimmah sat in comfortable silence, the room’s warmth enveloping them as they sipped their champagne. The clink of their glasses filled the air, mingling with the distant hum of the city outside.

“This has been an incredible night,” Qimmah said, breaking the comfortable silence with a contented smile.

Maré nodded in agreement, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the room. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. You bring a certain sparkle to any gathering,” he remarked, raising his glass in a silent salute.

Qimmah blushed at the compliment, feeling a warmth spreading through her. “Thank you. I feel like tonight has been filled with magic,” she said, her eyes meeting Maré’s.

Maré’s gaze held a hint of something unspoken, a depth that matched the midnight sky visible through the penthouse windows. “It’s the company that makes the magic happen,” he replied, his voice low and gentle.

The silence that followed was comfortable, like a well-worn cashmere blanket. The night outside seemed to slow down to match the pace of their conversation, and Qimmah felt a sense of calm settle over her.

As they continued to talk, their voices mingled with the soft R&B music playing in the background, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and warmth. The champagne bubbled lightly in their glasses, the golden liquid reflecting the room’s soft, ambient light. Each moment passed like a delicate brushstroke on a canvas, creating a tableau of connection and understanding. The conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by shared laughter and thoughtful pauses. Maré and Qimmah found themselves lost in the magic of each other’s company, savoring every precious moment.

As the night progressed, Maré suggested a luxurious idea to Qimmah. “How about a champagne bath in the Jacuzzi to continue the celebration?” he proposed with a mischievous smile.

Qimmah’s eyes widened in surprise at the unconventional yet intriguing suggestion. “That sounds incredibly indulgent and fun,” she replied with a grin.

As they entered the opulent bathroom, excitement and anticipation filled the air. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the room, casting a warm and inviting ambiance. The bubbling Jacuzzi beckoned to them, and the delicate fragrance of scented candles filled the air, adding an extra layer of relaxation.

Maré poured the bubbly into the swirling water, creating a sight that was both fizzy and effervescent. The golden liquid shimmered under the soft lights, creating an almost magical effect. The scent of champagne mingled with the steam rising from the tub, enveloping them in a blanket of luxurious decadence. Then they stripped out of their clothes. Qimmah boasted rock-solid abs and an all-around aesthetic physique that impressed Maré.

“Nice,” Maré beamed.

As they settled into the effervescent warmth, the champagne-infused water caressed their skin, creating a tingling sensation. The gentle bubbles danced around them as they reclined in the soothing Jacuzzi, creating a feeling of utter relaxation and bliss.

“This is marvelous,” Qimmah exclaimed with a delighted sigh, sinking deeper into the champagne-infused water.

Maré nodded in agreement, a look of pure contentment gracing his features. “It’s a unique way to elevate the celebration,” he added, raising a glass of champagne in a silent toast to their unconventional indulgence.

As they soaked in the luxurious bath, the sounds of the bustling city outside faded into the background, replaced by the soothing hum of the Jacuzzi. The combination of warmth, champagne, and each other’s company created a moment of pure indulgence and pleasure.

Maré and Qimmah stepped out of the Jacuzzi; the cool night air enveloped them, starkly contrasting with the warm water that had cradled their bodies. The sound of gently bubbling water and soft music filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of candles and champagne.

“Ah, that was heavenly,” Qimmah sighed, her voice husky and relaxed.

Maré smiled, wrapping a plush towel around her shoulders. “You deserve it, my love,” he whispered, his breath caressing her ear.

The soft terrycloth absorbed the water droplets on their skin as they dried off, leaving a gentle warmth. They stood together, wrapped in each other’s arms, the stars twinkling above like diamonds. Their bodies were moist with the fresh scent of champagne.

“I’m so grateful for moments like these,” Qimmah said, her emotion-filled voice.

“Me too,” Maré replied, his voice low and tender. “You’re my peace, my sanctuary.”

As they stood there, the world seemed to slow down, and all that mattered was the warmth of each other’s bodies and the love that flowed between them.

“Let’s get cozy in the bedroom,” he suggested, his eyes sparkling with romance.

She nodded, and hand in hand, they walked towards the warmth and intimacy that awaited them. Following Maré, Qimmah’s eyes scanned his bare ass and well-defined back muscles. Quimmah’s nipples hardened and her pussy got wetter. She felt herself stimulated by this tall, dark-skinned walking action figure.

Looking from the corner of his eye, Maré knew Qimmah was staring at his ass. He turned around and said, “Tell me baby girl, does a man have an ass like mine? I didn’t think so.”

Then Maré winked. Qimmah giggled.

They walked into the dark primary bedroom. When Maré turned to Qimmah, she jumped into his arms and kissed him. Maré held her tightly, kissing Qimmah back passionately. Slowly, Maré lay on the bed with Qimmah on top of him. Looking at her, Qimmah’s dark eyes sparkled like gold coins in the moonlight. At that moment, Maré knew this session was about to go to the next level of excitement.

“Ride me to paradise, baby girl.” Maré beamed. “I dreamt about this moment for a long time.”

Smiling, Qimmah rested her soft hands on Maré’s robust chest and began riding him. Swaying her hips forward and backward, Qimmah increased the pace. Moaning and groaning, Qimmah was in the zone riding Maré’s cock like a pro. She was living her ultimate sexual fantasy of fucking the King of New York!

“Oh, my God, you make me feel so good,” Qimmah sighed. “I can’t believe this is happening. I’m going to cum hard on your dick.”

Maré smiled mischievously as he played with her soft, warm, squeezable breasts. The pleasure enabled Qimmah to bounce harder. Squirming and clenching Maré’s cock with each fall, Qimmah began dripping all over Maré. Qimmah’s eyes rolled back, and she had an explosive orgasm that had her body trembling momentarily. Once Qimmah’s orgasm subsided, Maré began sucking on her tits. She gasped from the pleasure as she felt Maré’s tongue circling her erect nipples.

“It’s unbelievable that we are living our fantasy,” Maré slurped. “I love the fact that your body’s calling for me.”

Maré gently lay Qimmah on her back. At that moment, he covered her sexy body with his champagne kisses. Then, Maré performed cunnilingus on Qimmah. He burrowed his tongue deep in her pussy that had her screaming. Maré lost himself exploring the refreshing, pear-flavored soft folds of her pussy. Licking and sucking her vulva, Maré gave Qimmah the pleasure of a lifetime.

“Yes,” Qimmah moaned softly.

She held the sides of Maré’s face as her body arched. Qimmah’s body fell into a natural rhythm, riding Maré’s tongue like an erotic wave. She was in ultimate bliss as her eyes rolled back. The pleasure overwhelmed her body, and Maré had Qimmah squirting like a hose on a summer day.

“Quench my thirst with your sweet, erotic water,” Maré gulped. “I love tasting your natural essence.”

Maré licked her pussy dry and the taste of her juice goes straight to his brain. Now, his sexual frenzy was high. When Qimmah’s orgasm subsided, Maré inserted his dick into her pussy and began pumping her. Slow at first, but the sensation of being deep inside Qimmah triggered Mare to fucked her hard and rapidly. With all that iconic dick deep in Qimmah’s pussy, she transcended cloud nine.

“You are so sexy,” Qimmah said. “Oh, my God, this is so good.”

“It feels so good inside you,” Maré replied.

He maintained eye contact while drilling Qimmah in missionary position. Maré loved watching her pretty face express pleasure. Qimmah massaged Maré’s chest as the intense pleasure built. She moaned uncontrollably as her toned legs and body vibrated. Qimmah held Maré tightly and creamed repeatedly all over his dick. Breathing fast, Qimmah’s orgasms had her feeling good. She didn’t want that sensation to stop.

“Fuck my ass,” Qimmah begged breathlessly.

Maré flipped Qimmah on her stomach and started to work his cock into her ass. He gripped her sweaty ass for leverage as he increased the tempo. His large balls swung and smacked her ass while fondling her nicely shaped breasts.

“Oh, yes, that ass is spectacular,” Mare grunted.

“Give me all that dick,” Qimmah responded. “Face down, ass up, that’s the way I like to fuck!”

She met Maré thrust for thrust, moaning wildly. Qimmah was stuck in orgasmic ecstasy. Maré fucked her in every position imaginable, pushing her to limits she only desire. Each position left her trembling and wanting more. Qimmah couldn’t go back to typical sex with regular dudes after getting fucked like this and getting her holes filled with warm golden cum. By the end, Qimmah lay spent, relaxing in erotic bliss. She was forever hooked on Maré, who can deliver mystical sexual pleasure with his skills!

About Gianni Shamari:

New York native Gianni Shamari coined the term “champagne erotica,” a fast-paced erotic story that captures the celebration of the champagne lifestyle. He made his publishing debut with the erotic tale “Another Best Erotic Night Of My Life” in 2016, The Very Best of Bare Back Magazine anthology. Gianni has been writing for Bare Back Magazine for eight years. His novellas "Monica Hershel: Predator on Top" and "His Highness, the Philogynist" established him as an author. Gianni's third erotic novella, "Maré & Monica: The Best of Both Worlds," showed his growth as a writer. He just released his fourth erotic novella, "Ecstasy Around the World," which is a must-read.