By Gianni Shamari
Copyright ©2025
The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silver glow on the woman’s figure. Her body bathed in a soft, ethereal light, accentuating her curves and contours. The gentle illumination highlighted the gentle swell of her breasts, the slender slope of her shoulders, and the graceful curve of her hips. As she stood there, the moonlight danced across her skin, creating an intricate pattern of light and shadow. Her features were illuminated, showcasing her high cheekbones, small nose, and full lips, which curved into a gentle smile.
The moonlight also caught the delicate folds of her clothing, draping her in a soft, luminous mist. The fabric seemed to glow from within as if infused with a smooth, lunar radiance. The overall effect was one of serene beauty as if the woman had been transformed into a creature of the night, a lunar siren bathed in the soft, silvery light of the moon. Her name was Janet Jackson.
Billionaire playboy Maré was taking a nap at a Manhattan glass penthouse. Suddenly, his phone buzzed on the nightstand, illuminating the dark room. He reached over to silence it, but his heart skipped when he saw Janet Jackson’s name flashing on the screen.
“Hey, can’t sleep. Want to meet me at my studio?” her text read.
Maré sat up in bed, his mind racing with excitement. He quickly typed out a response: “What time? I’ll be there.”
“Midnight. Come alone,” she replied, followed by a winking emoji.
Maré couldn’t believe it. Janet Jackson, the Queen of Pop, wanted to meet him in the middle of the night.
When Maré arrived at the studio, he could hear the distant thump of music. He pushed open the door, and a warm golden light spilled onto the sidewalk. The room was dimly lit, with only a few flickering candles illuminating it.
Janet stood in the center of the room, her slender figure swaying to the music. She wore a fitted black tank top and leggings, her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and vanilla.
“Hey,” she said, smiling as Maré approached her. “I couldn’t sleep. I needed to dance.”
Without another word, she took Maré’s hand, and they moved onto the dance floor, their bodies swaying perfectly with the music. The world outside melted away, leaving only the beat, the candlelight, and the two of them lost in the rhythm of the night.
As they danced, the music seemed to pulse through their veins, connecting them in a way that went beyond words. Janet’s eyes locked onto Maré’s, and he felt drowned in their depths. Her hand was still clasped in his, and Maré could feel the warmth of her skin and the gentle pressure of her fingers.
The song built to a crescendo, and Janet spun Maré around, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Maré felt like he was melting into her, their movements becoming one. The candles flickered, casting shadows on the walls, and the air was tense.
As the music faded, Janet slowed to a stop, her chest heaving slightly. She smiled up at Maré, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Want to learn some new moves?” she whispered.
Maré nodded, his heart racing with excitement.
Janet laughed a low, throaty sound and pulled me closer. “Follow me,” she said, leading him deeper into the studio.
They spent the next hour lost in the music, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Janet taught Maré choreography from her latest video, and he struggled to keep up. However, she was patient, guiding him through the steps with her hands.
The studio grew hotter as the night wore on, the air thick with sweat and music. Maré felt like he was in a dream, like nothing else existed outside these walls.
Finally, Janet called a halt, laughing, and collapsed onto the floor, pulling Maré beside her. They lay there, panting, their bodies entwined, the music still pulsing through our veins.
“That was amazing,” Maré whispered, my head spinning.
Janet smiled, her eyes glinting with pleasure. “You’re a natural,” she said, her voice husky.
And then, without another word, she leaned in, her lips brushing against Maré’s in a soft, sweet kiss. The room around them melted away as their lips touched, leaving only them lost in the moment. The kiss deepened, and Maré felt like he was drowning in Janet’s eyes, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
They broke apart, gasping for air, and Janet smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire. “I’ve wanted to do that all night,” she whispered, husky.
Maré nodded, his heart racing, and she pulled him back in. Their lips met in a passionate embrace. The music, the candles, and the studio faded into the background as they lost themselves in each other.
Time stood still as they explored each other’s bodies, their touches igniting a fire that threatened to consume them. Maré felt like he was home, like he’d found his missing piece. As they swayed to the music, Janet’s hand brushed against Maré’s, sending shivers down his spine. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and she whispered, “The pleasure principle, it’s the way we want to go.”
Maré couldn’t resist her invitation. They glided across the dance floor, their bodies moving in perfect sync. The scent of her perfume, a sweet blend of jasmine and vanilla, filled the air, intoxicating me.
Janet’s fingers intertwined with Maré’s as the music pulsed; her touch ignited a fire within him. “Give me the pleasure; give me the pain,” she whispered, her breath tickling his ear.
Maré pulled her close, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of the music and the beat of their hearts.
They embodied the pleasure principle at that moment—their desire, passion, and love. As the song faded, Janet smiled, her eyes shining with delight.
“That was just the beginning,” she whispered.
Maré knew they were about to take it to the erotic level. Without breaking eye contact, they began kissing and undressing. Their sweaty clothes piled on the floor, and Maré lifted Janet by her hips. Janet wrapped her toned legs around Maré’s waist and bounced up and down on his cock. Janet’s smile and eye contact fueled Maré to maintain a steady pace.
“The pleasure principle is ecstasy,” Maré murmured.
“Fuck me, Maré,” Janet whispered.
Maré began jackhammering Janet against the wall. She moaned and screamed passionately. Mare drove Janet up and down on his dick at a rapid pace. She climaxed in seconds. Janet’s tits danced before Maré’s eyes as she happily on his shaft. Maré watched Janet’s contorted face, lost in her pleasure.
“Don’t stop!” Janet pleaded. “I want to cum on that dick.”
Janet’s encouragement triggered Maré to fucked her harder. Giggling and moaning, Janet clawed at Maré’s back as she climaxed on his dick. Then, smoothly and erotically, they transitioned to the cowgirl position in the middle of the floor. Maré locked eyes as Janet rode him like the Queen of his dick.
“Tonight, we make memories,” Maré promised. “I waited my whole life for this one night.”
Staring at Janet’s brown almond-shaped eyes and heart-shaped face as he played with her tits, Maré was in the middle of ecstasy, loving the melody and rhythm of Janet’s body and music.
“I love riding this dick,” Janet moaned. “It feels so good.”
The more Janet bounced and moved, circling up and down, the more sweat dripped from her body and onto Mare. He loved the sight of Janet dripping on him as he held her waist, enjoying the erotic ride to ecstasy. Bouncing hard, Janet trembled as an intense orgasm washed over her glistened, toned body, squeezing Maré’s shaft.
“Yes, cum on that dick, Dunk!” Maré sighed.
Janet covered her mouth, trying to hold back her breathless moans as the erotic pleasure hit her body. She cracked a smile when her orgasm subsided. Then Maré sporadically kissed Janet before gently laying her on her back.
“Pleasure me good,” Janet begged. “My body is yours. Have your fun.”
“I am after I tease you a bit,” Maré winked.
Maré kissed Janet’s wet full lips, moved down to suck her erect nipples, and licked her neck. Then Maré licked her sweaty thighs and stimulated her clit with his tongue. Performing cunnilingus on Janet with expertise and lots of salvia, Maré was now ready to fuck her.
Maré moved his dick into position between Janet’s sweaty, toned legs and began thrusting like a prime sex savant. Janet loved the feeling of Maré being inside her as she grabbed his hips and pulled him in even deeper.
“Yes, fuck me, Maré!” Janet encouraged him. “Take this pussy.”
Janet met his hard and fast thrusts with her own, using her hips and abs muscles while her superstar pussy squeezed Maré’s cock as he continued pumping. The sensation of Maré’s robust chest rubbing Janet’s boobs excited him tremendously. He felt like his dick grew a few more inches inside her.
“Oh, my lord, your pussy is so good!” Maré expressed. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, warm, and soaked. Shit, you’re amazing!”
“You stretched me out so good!” Janet moaned. “You feel so good inside me. This pussy is wet for you. My pussy has never felt so good before.”
She dug her nails into Maré’s buttocks as he fucked her deeper. The eye contact they made was incredible as if the intense sexual energy hypnotized them. Maré felt his balls tightening.
“I’m going to cum!” Maré announced.
“Me too,” Janet responded.
“Cum for me, baby,” Maré told her.
Janet’s pussy tightened around Maré’s cock as she climaxed. At that intense moment, Maré’s body tensed, and he ejaculated deep inside Janet. The indescribable pleasure of shooting his warm cum in Janet’s pulsing pussy had Maré beaming. Both of them were breathless and sexually satisfied as they lay there drenched with sweat—the scent of their erotic fluids filled the air around them. Janet’s head rested on Maré’s chest, her hair spread out around them like a halo.
“I don’t want this night to end,” Janet whispered, her voice barely audible.
Maré held her close, feeling her heart beat against his. “It doesn’t have to,” he replied, his voice filled with emotion.
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.
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