New Year in Manhattan

By Gianni Shamari

Copyright ©2026

The clock was ticking down to midnight in Manhattan, and the exclusive grand ballroom of a Central Park Tower was buzzing with energy. “Nature Boy” Maré stepped into the velvet-draped entrance, the pulsating beat of the music enveloping him like a warm hug. The scent of champagne and perfume mingled with the sweet hint of fresh strawberries from the signature cocktail. Maré made his way through the crowd, the lights flashing like diamonds across the dance floor, and he spotted a familiar face - Margot Robbie, radiant in a fitted silver dress, her eyes sparkling like the city skyline.

Maré approached her, feeling a spark of excitement. “Happy New Year, Margot,” he said, leaning in to be heard over the music.

Margot turned, a smile spreading across her face. “Happy New Year! You’re looking quite dashing tonight.”

The DJ’s voice boomed, “10...9...8...” The crowd joined in, counting down to the midnight hour, each second feeling like an eternity, building the anticipation for what was to come.

Margot’s eyes locked onto Maré’s. “Shall we make some wishes?”

“Yes, indeed,” Maré responded.

The music swelled, and the room erupted in cheers as the clock struck midnight.

Margot leaned in, her voice a whisper against Maré’s ear, “Happy New Year, indeed.”

The confetti rained down. Margot’s smile beckoned Maré closer. He felt the warmth of her hand on his arm, the soft brush of her hair against his cheek. The music pulsed around Maré, a throbbing heartbeat that seemed to sync with his own.

“Champagne?” Maré asked, nodding towards the bar.

Margot’s eyes sparkled. “I’d love some.”

Maré led her through the throng, the crowd parting like the Red Sea as he approached the VIP section. The beautiful, tall, blonde-haired bartender greeted him with a knowing smile and produced a chilled bottle of Dom Pérignon. As Maré poured the champagne, Margot leaned in, smiling.

“You know how to ring in the New Year, don’t you?” Margot asked in a husky tone.

Maré handed her a flute, the glasses clinking in a toast.

“To new beginnings,” Maré said, his eyes locked on hers.

The champagne was crisp, the bubbles dancing on Maré’s tongue. Margot laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. The music shifted, the beat slowing to a sensual rhythm. Margot set her glass down, her eyes never leaving Maré’s.

“Dance with me?” she asked softly.

Maré took her hand, the crowd melting away as he swayed to the music. The world narrowed to the two of them, lost in the magic of the night. The music swelled, and Margot’s lips brushed against Maré’s ear, her breath a warm caress that made him feel intimately connected.

“I have a feeling this is going to be an unforgettable year.” Maré smiled.

The music seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat as he swayed with Margot, the dim ballroom lights casting a mesmerizing glow on her skin. The scent of her perfume, a subtle mix of florals and citrus, wafted up, drawing Maré in. As he danced, Margot’s hand glided up his arm, Maré’s nerves performed a sudden, syncopated waltz of ice. Margot’s fingers brushed against the back of Maré’s neck, sending sparks flying through his body.

Maré leaned in, his lips grazing her ear, and whispered, “I think the night is young.”

Margot’s smile was a siren’s call. She pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “The night is just beginning,” she whispered back.

Without another word, Margot took Maré’s hand and led him through the crowd, the music and laughter fading into the background. He followed, his senses on high alert, as Margot pulled him towards the private elevators. The doors slid open, and Margot stepped inside, pulling Maré with her. The doors closed, enveloping him in an almost palpable silence. The elevator began to rise. Margot turned to Maré, her eyes burning with desire.

“I have a feeling we’re just getting started,” Margot whispered, her voice filled with a desire that ignited a flame within him.

The elevator continued to ascend, the soft hum of the machinery the only sound breaking the silence. Margot’s eyes held Maré’s, the air thick with anticipation and desire. Maré felt a warm glow enveloping her, and the soft touch of her leg against his sparked delightful shivers of excitement all through him. The elevator jolted to a stop, and the doors slid open with a soft whoosh. Margot smiled, her lips curving up in a sly smile.

“After you,” she said, gesturing towards the penthouse suite.

Maré stepped out into the foyer, the opulent decor and stunning views of the Manhattan skyline taking his breath away. Margot followed, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She led him to the living room. The soft glow of city lights bathed the space. The sound of jazz music floated through the air, accompanied by the clinking of ice in a cocktail shaker.

Margot poured Maré a drink, her fingers brushing against his as she handed him a glass.

“Make yourself at home,” she said, her voice husky.

“Thank you,” Maré replied as he took a sip.

Margot settled onto the couch, her eyes never leaving his.

“Come join me,” she said, patting the space beside her.

The invitation was clear. Maré sat down, the warmth of Margot’s body seeping into his. The music, the city lights, the champagne - everything seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in the magic of the night.

Margot’s voice was a whisper. “Happy New Year,” she said, her lips grazing Maré’s lips.

The kiss was like a spark igniting a fire. Margot’s lips parted, and Maré deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing to the rhythm of the jazz music. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the moment. Margot’s hands slid up Maré’s chest, her fingers weaving into his hair, pulling him closer. Maré obliged, his arms wrapping around her waist, lifting her onto his lap. The soft gasp Margot let out sent shivers down Maré’s spine, intensifying the romantic tension.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the city lights, the only sound the gentle hum of the music and the beat of their hearts. Margot’s skin was like silk beneath Maré’s fingertips, her scent intoxicating. Maré trailed kisses down her neck, and she arched her back, her hands grasping for the buttons on his designer shirt. Electricity charged the air, the tension between them almost palpable. Everything seemed to slow down as Margot locked eyes with Maré, her gaze burning with desire.

“Stay with me tonight,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music.

Maré nodded, his lips grazing hers. “I’d love to.”

The night was young, and the possibilities endless. The city lights twinkled like diamonds, a canvas of possibilities stretching out before them. Margot’s smile was radiant, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She stood up, pulling Maré with her, and led him to the bedroom. Soft, golden light bathed the room, the walls adorned with art pieces that seemed to come alive in the dim illumination. The bed was a plow of silk, the sheets rustling softly as Margot pushed Maré down onto it. She straddled him, her silver dress riding up her thighs, and Maré could feel the heat radiating from her body. Margot’s hands moved to Maré’s shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, her fingers grazing his skin. Maré shivered at the touch, his senses on high alert. Margot’s eyes locked onto his, her gaze burning with desire.

As the last button came undone, Margot pushed the shirt off his sculpted shoulders, her lips tracing a path down his chiseled chest. Maré arched his back, his hands grasping for her dress, but Margot pushed them away, a playful smile on her lips.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

The anticipation was killing Maré, his body aching with desire. Margot’s lips continued their exploration, tracing a path down his toned stomach, her tongue darting out to taste his skin. Maré grasped the sheets as Margot’s mouth moved lower, her breath teasing him, driving Maré wild.

And then, everything seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the moment, the world around them melting into nothingness. Margot, in all her naked splendor, was on top of Maré, riding his cock smoothly. Maré gazing up at Margot in awe as her flawless 32B tits gave him a round of applause. The feeling felt magical and cinematic in real time. Maré was living every straight man’s perfect erotic dream of banging one of the most beautiful women in the world. Margot pressed her soft hands on Maré’s robust chest for support as she rode him with precision.

“You like riding my dick, Barbie doll?” Maré asked.

“Yes, it feels so good inside me,” Margot responded. “I want you to feel me drip all over your dick.”

She squealed in pure delight as her body swayed in perfect rhythm with every erotic movement. Maré reached up and cupped her breasts and squeezed her erect nipples. The pleasure increased Margot’s arousal and fueled her wild cowgirl riding. Margot’s eyes rolled back as she began creaming all over Maré’s dick. Her spasms traveled throughout her body down to her curling toes as she fell forward onto Maré, pressing her moist tits in his face.

“I’m in paradise,” Maré beamed.

He began sucking Margot’s tits as he savored the feeling of her pussy juice rapidly dripping on his cock. After he gave her boobs attention, Maré gently lay Margot on her back. Then he kissed her lips and tongued his way down from her tits to her navel, stopping at her neatly trimmed pussy.

“It’s all yours,” Margot told him.

At that instant, Maré plunged headfirst into Margot’s wet pussy. He licked her vagina up and down, in a circular motion, and then stuck his tongue deep in her hole. Maré felt her entire body respond to his tongue with shivers. He dominated every inch of Margot’s pussy as if he already knew her thoroughly. Maré licked gently along the slit and sucked her vulva.

“You taste so good, baby,” Maré slurped. “I’m going to lick you real good until the very last drop. I’m going to eat this pussy right.”

“Take this pussy,” Margot begged. “It’s your fucking pussy.”

Maré spun his tongue around the clitoris. The pleasure was otherworldly that Margot pulled Maré’s face closer to her pussy and squealed her tension of desire in his mouth. Maré quenched his erotic thirst with every drop. He licked every inch of her pussy until her legs stopped shaking.

“I love it,” Maré said softly.

“Fuck me,” Margot demanded.

She pulled Maré on top of her, and inserted his big shaft inside he pussy. Margot gasped when she felt his dick deep inside her hole. Maré began thrusting Margot fast and hard, hitting the right spots in her pussy effortlessly. Margot closed her eyes, a soft smile played on her lips, as a feeling of pure contentment spread through her body. A quiet sigh escaped her as she settled deeper into the moment, loving the iconic cock that filled her pussy.

“You like it?” Maré asked.

Margot nodded and replied, “I do.”

She was overcome with pleasure as she couldn’t stop staring at Maré’s dick moving in and out of her wet pussy rapidly. Margot pinched Maré’s nipples as she stared at him and nodded in approval from the pleasure. The nipple stimulation Maré felt intensified triggered him to fucked Margot deeper. At that precise instant, Margot had one of the most intense muscle spasms and orgasmic tremors beyond her wildest desires. The sight of that excited Maré, his eyes sparkling and a broad smile dancing across his face.

“Wow,” Maré breathed. “That was incredible! I’ve never seen anything like it. Amazing!”

When Margot’s intense orgasms subsided, she bent over on all fours, ass high in the air, and pussy dripping. Maré got behind her and slid his cock in her back door. Then he began slamming into Margot as her ass belonged to him. Maré spanked Margot’s ass while she took every deep, balls-slapping thrust.

“Oh, shit! Yes!” Margot moaned. “Your dick feels so good up my ass.”

She looked back at Maré with lustful glee. Maré fucked her faster and harder. Margot’s ass jiggled with each hard thrust. She moaned and whimpered out into the darkness of the bedroom as Maré’s pelvis collided with her ass. Margot pushed back against Maré, her hands clamped around the damp covers.

“I’m about to cum, superstar!” Maré announced.

“Cum in my ass, please!” Margot begged.

After doing an awesome circular motion, Maré ejaculated wave after wave of warm cum deep inside Margot’s ass. The climax had Maré feeling like he was in a hot erotic scene on the big screen.

“Simply incredible,” Maré sighed as he collapsed on the bed.

“Thank you for an amazing start to the New Year!” Margot exclaimed. “I had such a wonderful time—I’m happily sore and completely fulfilled!”

“Will I see you again, Barbie?” Maré asked with excitement. 

“Absolutely!” Margot replied. “I can’t wait to have more amazing adventures together all year long!”

Maré leaned in and kissed Margot’s wet, soft lips.

This iconic night offered no resistance; the “King of New York” Maré and Hollywood star Margot Robbie melted into slumber, two souls finding harbor in each other’s arms as the world hushed.

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.