One Hundred Facets of Mr. Diamonds Vol.1- Aglow

Emma Green

One hundred facets of Mr. Diamonds
Vol.1- Aglow
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1.
A trip out of the ordinary

I look at the landscape passing by the window. The train has just left the Montparnasse train station and the suburb that is passing in front of me seems as gloomy and grey as my mood. I have no desire to spend the next two days in the vineyards. Tonight, I had planned to stay quietly at home and Marion suggested that we do a movie tomorrow night, like every Friday evening. But Eric has decided otherwise. Eric, my boss, a man of 37 that I love and that has taken me a little under his wing. He is the editor in chief of the site for which I am an intern, a site dedicated to oenology. He works twenty out of twenty-four hours, or almost, and sometimes finds it hard to understand that we are not as passionate as he, Emily and myself. We are only three in the team : Eric writes the paper, Emilia handles the administrative tasks, and I am in training to finish my final year of studying journalism. « My little Amandine, Eric often tells me, if you worked a little more, you would go a long away ! » What I never dared tell him is that I asked for an internship in his small business, because my dream is to start studying oenology once my course is over. It's not that I do not like the work of a journalist, on the contrary, I like it a lot, but I really feel attracted by the world of wine. And as I'm only 22, I think there is still time to change my mind.

In my TGV car, all the passengers are asleep or daydreaming with vague eyes. I take my iPad out to try do a bit of work. Paris-Angoulême, this is a two and a half hour journey, so I need to work a bit before arriving. Eric has briefed me well before leaving, and put a little pressure on me : « They are very important, these two days, my little Amandine. I have every confidence in you but it is imperative that you get to exchange a few words with Gabriel Diamonds. » Gabriel Diamonds... this man is almost a myth in the world of wine. Multi billionaire, a media mogul who owns almost all the wine publications in the international press market. But above all, this is one of the largest wine lovers in the world and he progressively bought the best vineyards in France. Each year, he organizes a large party at the Château de Bagnolet to raise awareness of the vineyards and to help them grow. The highlight of these two days of festivities is a classical concert that Diamonds puts on for his closest guests. The specialised press is generally invited to the party, but few journalists can attend the concert and approach Diamonds closely. I looked thoughtfully at the beautiful invitation on thick cream paper that I had in my bag, and I ran my finger over the large raised gold letters that spell « Gabriel Diamonds has the pleasure of inviting you. » I have heard so much about this mysterious Mr Diamonds, first from Eric, and then in the dinners, and even in the newspapers. The pleasure...

Realizing that I do not even know his age or his face, I look for him on Google with an excitement that surprises me. His Wikipedia page tells me : Gabriel Diamonds, 35 years, was born in the United States but came to study in France and never left. I zoom in on my screen for a better view of the photo on the web page and I find a man with a beautiful open and tanned face. His very strong jaw gives him a manly look. Blond hair, impeccably cut, frame a large and wide forehead. The deep blue eyes, have something in them that do not leave me indifferent, and his mouth, divinely fringed by very full lips, open with perfect teeth. Very disturbed by the photo, I start thinking about this little two day trip with some excitement. However, I know that daring to approach Mr Diamonds will be a challenge for me who has always been shy. Eric asked me to prepare several questions in order to integrate a small interview into my paper, I begin to throw some ideas in my notebook but my eyes are constantly drawn to the photo, almost magnetically. My mind wanders, I have a lot of trouble concentrating on writing questions. I think of Eric, who was so disappointed not to go to this party at Mr. Diamonds vineyard, and of myself who didn't really want to replace him. I think I am changing mind...

I look for more photos of Gabriel Diamonds online. There's very little, as if he sought to protect his image. On one of them however, I distinguished him perfectly, standing at a wine ceremony. Larger than most men I know, he seemed slender although muscular, surely due to playing various sports. As if he had an innate sense of style, he is dressed very elegantly, without being too sophisticated. A simple and chic black suit with a glimpse of a white shirt on which the top three buttons are open, revealing a torso as tanned as his face. I'm surprised I feel so attracted to this man I barely knew about a few minutes ago. His unusual physique, this look, the way he carries his head and this stature gives me an incredible effect, and I close my eyes after looking at the two photos of Gabriel Diamonds again. Without realizing it, I fall into an incredibly gentle sleep, with a smile on my lips and a head full of dreams. « Gabriel, oh, Gabriel, we shouldn't... », I whisper as he hugged me around the waist in a room that resembles a large vaulted cellar. He took my face between his hands and turned it toward him. Planting his beautiful blue eyes in mine, he replied in a serious voice : « Enough, Amanda, you're mine now, nothing but mine. »

Mounted on a thoroughbred, he dominates with all his height, and her presence excited me considerably. He is dressed in chic riding gear and gives me a hard look.

- You're late, he growled frowning.

- Yes sorry... , I began to say.

But my excuses are cut short by a hand over my mouth. I didn't notice that he had dismounted and had gone behind me. I feel the rhythm of my heart accelerating as he introduced his left thumb in my mouth. With his other hand, he unbuttoned my blouse with ease that opened abruptly onto a black bra.

- Very nice tits, he let escape suddenly pinching one of my nipples through the thin lace.

I began to pant and I feel my body arching to better appreciate the stranger's fondling. Powerful chills go from the top of my head down into my loins when he unceremoniously lifts my skirt and traced his hand along my thigh, with a slowness that drives me crazy. I lose my mind when his fingers approach my vagina and bypass my soaked panties to come closer to my wet opening. I begin to moan when he introduced a first finger inside me. The pleasure intensifies when he pushes two fingers into my moist opening while playing on my clit with the flesh of his thumb. Behind, I feel him nibbling my neck alternating kisses with bites, while his left hand gently grips me by the throat.

Suddenly, he turns me onto a soft bed of hay and weeds and turns me on my back as if I were an ordinary cloth doll. The fine spurs of riding boots come scratch my calves and that little pain only increases my excitement. Inarticulate and choked cries escape my throat while Diamonds kisses my hot stomach with his cool lips. Impassive, his handsome face shows no emotion. His kisses descend closer to my vagina while his hands caress my inner thighs. Burning with impatience, I realize that my hips are in rhythm with the waves of the licks he is giving my clitoris. I feel a wave of heat invade my lower stomach while he again introduced two fingers into my vagina and I hear myself groan, then scream like that had never happened to me before. He continued the thrusting of his fingers in my vagina, faster and faster, and began to gently chew my clit bathed in a mixture of his saliva and my excitement. The imminence of my orgasm made me feverish, he presses a hand on my breast, which made me completely lose my mind. In a last effort, I let out a screech, body arched with pleasure and I climax freely, dominated by chills that shake my whole body.

After a sigh of satisfaction, he gets up without looking at me, and with impeccable clothes, he mounts his horse and gallops off through the vineyards. In turn I get up with difficulty, legs quivering and thighs wet from having climaxed like never before. I remove the straw from my hair, trying to make my hair presentable, smooth my skirt with a flat hand and re button my blouse. I can't stop thinking of the scene that just happened, and I feel that I am still excited at the mere idea of Gabriel Diamonds' lips on my neck. I feel my hand slide, in spite of myself, between my thighs and spread my wet panties to access my vagina still painful with the pleasure I felt. I put two fingers in the opening and immediately being to groan. I have never had the second orgasm following the first closely, common in women it seems, but I feel that this time I am close.

I see something move beside me and I wake up suddenly, realizing that I was immersed in a rarely intense erotic dream. My neighbours in the car get up to grab their luggage, apparently no idea of the inner turmoil that agitates me. My panties, completely wet, proof of what Mr Diamonds made me live in a dream. I am ashamed of this girly dream : frankly, a horse, what next ? But I am confused and I now only have to wait, arrive at the Bagnolet field and discover the face of the mysterious billionaire.

2.
Backstage at the concert

I did not stop thinking about Gabriel Diamonds throughout the journey from Angouleme train station to the Bagnolet field, asking myself a thousand questions : Is he as beautiful in person as in the pictures ? Why is there almost no information about him online ? Is he married ? Why have I had this incredibly intense erotic dream with him as the main actor ?

I was very troubled arriving at the Bagnolet field, in the late afternoon. The castle is sublime, much nicer than anything I could have imagined. The central square pavilion, in white stone, is flanked by two wings that extend east and west. An old pergola, transformed into a rose garden, gives the area a poetic and slightly antiquated atmosphere. The English park which extends over seven acres slopes gently down to the Charente which flows quietly below. Journalists that had arrived before me walked slowly, in small clusters, between the ancient trees, making the place a real live countryside painting. Two trimmed box trees frame the door in front of which the car stops, crunching the gravel under the tires. Immediately, a man in a suit comes to open my door, then grabs my luggage from the trunk. All this luxury makes me terribly uncomfortable, so I smile as warmly as possible and get my cell phone out of my handbag to give myself countenance.

« F*** you should see the room my girl ! » I texted Marion soon as I was alone in the room that I was assigned. Finally, the room... I should rather say this, given the room must have been the size of my Paris apartment. Located in a castle's tower, it is round in shape. All along the walls, mouldings of impressive finesse underline the ceiling height that makes me dizzy. A thick red carpet stifles my footsteps and gives the room a soft side that delights me. I throw myself on the bed, taken by a laughing frenzy : the room is so large that I hear my laughter echo. The bed, twice as large as mine in Paris, decorated in linen to matching the curtains found between the mouldings. The sheets are soft and the pillows, six of them, are so well arranged that I dare not touch. The headboard, in fine wood, has a Diamond coat of arms, embellished with gold. I jump up out of bed, eager to discover the bathroom and the rest of the area. A discreet door allows me into an amazing bathroom, with a huge bath that instantly makes me feel like taking a bath. As the hot water flows, I go to the window overlooking the park. The raking late afternoon light, gives a magic to the weeping willows that I make out in the distance, near the Charente.

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