As we hit the streets, Belle confessed to feeling a bit done in.
“Jefferson, I’m not sure I can go another round.”
“Eyes bigger than your stomach?”
“Something.”
“Maybe if you eat a bite?” suggested Todd, who joined us for a stroll.
“That may help,” she agreed. “I hate to disappoint him . . . who is it, again?”
“Mark,” I said. “No worries. He’s cool. Let’s cancel.”
“Will he be disappointed?”
“One day, you will meet him, and then you will be disappointed we cancelled tonight. But seriously, don’t push yourself. He will be fine.”
I called Mark. “Looks like I will get beer with friends tonight,” he said. “No problem. Send my best—see you at the next party.”
We walked a bit further, until we were at the subway station. I was heading home;my work was done. Todd offered to escort Belle to meet Dacia.
“All done, Belle,” I kissed her. “Let’s talk when you get home. Thanks for the lovely weekend.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I’ll be back for more!”
“We’ll keep it warm for you.”
When Belle returned to her hometown, she dumped the local talent who bitched about her blowjobs.
She also logged Lucky Number Thirteen, all on her own.
The sex, she tells me, is righteous.
And they play board games.
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9 comments:
WOW! That is all I can say. From what I gather you live in a "building"....do your neighbors wonder what goes on at your place?? Does your ex-wife know about the sex parties?? Did the two of you engage in that as well?
I do live in a building, and neighbors have only complained about noise once--when my son Jason was in the habit of dribbbling a basketball in the bedroom.
Guess I am lucky, eh?
My ex does not know about the parties. And no, we were never involved in group sex. I was before my marriage, and I have been since it ended.
So maybe that fifteen-year stretch of monogamy was the anamoly?
Sorry I had to laugh about the only complaint being noise, and that is was your son. Too fuuny.
Well I am glad that you are having fun it sure sounds like it anyway :) I love to read all of the stories.
Ha! Well, it's not board games that we play, but you're close enough... but I won't get too specific, gotta preserve some shred of internet anonymity. ;)
And I had been wondering about the noise thing too. I find it hard to believe that your neighbors haven't heard anything... unless your building just has really thick walls!
I am glad to hear Belle came to her senses and dumped some one who obviously was lacing..
Kudos to you Jefferson .. for showing her the way ..
Life is too short to have bad sex.. or drink cheap booze !
that should have been lacking..
Oh my Dog.
That is so hot the way ThreeOlive just corrected her typo.
So hot.
And here I thought I was getting hep to a youth culture drug reference.
"He is tripping--I mean, he is lacing."
Madeline.. its the repressed English teacher coming out..
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