Lately Part 1

I've been a busy gal as of late, with running around getting the "it's nearing the end of the summer" things out of the way and working about 50 hours a week, not to mention trying to have some sort of social life.

I was never much for hanging out with people from work until this job, where I've met so many interesting people that I've felt I just didn't have enough time between tables to get to know. I've given my number to more people in the last month than I think I have in the entire previous year. I suppose that is helped by the fact that they hire so many new people every week because they are such a disorganized shitty company that they can't keep employees.

This brings me to one of the recent new hire groups, just two people; a girl named lynn and a guy named ty. Both of which annoyed me from the first day. She has a grating voice and an obnoxious personality and he walks around all cocky which instead of seeming selfconfident, which is sexy, just came off as arrogant. I was counting down the days until they quit, as most new hires have recently.

Here we are a few weeks later and they are both still going strong. Her voice still annoys me but I've come to put up with her and even spark up conversations with her. Oh, the things you will do when you're bored out of your mind.
He, on the other hand, started to grab my attention. I suppose he noticed I was put off by his arrogance which made him try all the more to get me to like him. He toned down the arrogance and started joking around and making me laugh. One night he passed by me and I felt a brush on my ass.
No big deal, I thought, that happens in those cramped spaces back in the kitchen. Later that night I noticed it again, this time I also noticed a grin on his face.

This sparked my interest.

Perhaps he wasn't trying to be arrogant, maybe he is just selfconfident, obviously confident enough that I wouldn't smack him if he touched my ass.

Between tables I would chat with him, and as it turns out he's a pretty okay guy. Quick to do a favor and always good for a laugh. My kind of friend, I thought. I slowly incorporated some details of my trips to the city into our conversations, this piqued his curiousity. We continued talking and over the course of about a week as we would chat and laugh his brushes past my ass eventually turned into all out slaps. I didn't mind a bit, and he knew I liked it.

Afterall, if there is anything I like it's a good spanking.

Later that week I was complaining of a sore shoulder and he offered a quick massage. All the while I'm thinking.."Mmm, big strong hands. Good at massaging and spanking. I wonder what else they're good at?" My mind started racing.

Now, to tell you about his appearance. He's the tall, dark, and handsome type. Standing at around 6'4", with broad muscular shoulders and very short, almost shaved, black hair. He's got the most alluring brown eyes and long eyelashes as well as nice full lips. And as I've said before, I am very much and eye and mouth person. He'd caught my eye the moment I saw him; then he opened his mouth. All that talk that seemed so arrogant turned me off and I didn't give it a second thought.

Until now.

Suddenly, I couldn't believe it. I was attracted to him and even started enjoying his company. I'd arrive at work to happily discover that we were working the same shift, looking forward to joking around and having him smack my ass. So, one friday night I casually suggested we should hang out outside of work sometime. He responded appropriately with a, "yeah, I'd like that" type of answer. I borrowed his pen and gave him my number.

He called about an hour after our shift ended. Just enough time for him to have gone home to shower and re-dress. I thought it was cute that he was so anxious to spend time with me. I hadn't been expecting a call that night, or even the next. I thought, perhaps he'd call one night during the following week. Though, it seemed, he was just as eager to see me as I was to see him. The butterflies set in before we even hung up the phone.

It just so happened that I didn't have any plans for the evening and I had my house to myself.

I threw out an invitation for a movie night at my place. He accepted. We met at a local deli and grabbed some sandwiches. He followed me home. We sat around chatting for a bit while eating our dinners, mind you it was now nearing 1am. Somewhere in the conversation I'd mentioned that I had a pool. He hinted that he'd like to go swimming. We headed out to the pool, I in a tanktop and bikini bottoms and he in his boxer briefs, looking very sexy might I add.

I'd assumed that he had a sexy body under that boring, ugly work uniform. I was right.

I swam a few feet from feet from him for a solid ten minutes, getting comfortable with the idea of what now seemed inevitable. I couldn't ignore my attraction to him and I didn't want to. When I decided that was indeed what I wanted, I allowed him closer. He teased me about being nervous, to which I responded with something like, "psssht, yeah right, me..nervous? Ha!" Knowing full well that I infact was nervous, as I found myself caring what he thought of me and my insecurities got the best of me. He came back at me with, "so let's skinny dip," as he removed his boxer-briefs. My stomach flipped while I hesitated. I was running all the possibilities over in my head: get out now, make up an excuse, or..*gasp*..just strip.

I decided on the latter. Insecurities be damned.

I placed my clothes on the deck and moved back to the middle of the pool, relishing feeling the water run over my bare flesh. When I swam up to him he pulled me close, wrapping his muscular arms around me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and sat on his lap. We gazed into eachothers eyes until our lips met in a gentle kiss. We kissed for a while until we decided that it was getting a little too chilly to continue anything in the water.

Growl!

So, I began an update on what's been going on with me lately and my bastard computer crashed and the post that I'd just spent over an hour writing was gone. Once I rid myself of the frustration and work up the energy to rewrite it all, you'll have your update. Hopefully, that will be sometime this week, if not feel free to yell at me to get it done.

Minivacation

*I just realized how much I've been neglecting you all. My apologies. This goes a month or more back, but here's to catch you up.*


This past week is a blurr of good food, great sex, and exceptional company.

After a small ordeal at home I headed up to the city, yet again, to visit our beloved todd. I wanted to see him, to sit around and chat, watch crazy movies, eat good food, and of course add a bit to my kink repertoire.

I made my usual trip up but this time I decided to risk taking the subway to spare the expense of a cab. I ended up a few blocks away because I think I took the wrong train, but it was only a few blocks. I walked to the corner of the street and oriented myself, then decided which direction I needed to go. The four or so blocks that I had to walk seemed to take an eternity, I was anxious for one of his kisses. That and I'd worn cute, but not very comfortable, heels and I was starting to get blisters.

I had told him that I'd bought new clothes and that I might bring them up with me, nothing too exciting, just some clothes. I decided to wear one of the outfits for when I arrived.

I finally reached his building and had the doorman buzz me in. I took the elevator to his floor, primped in the mirror and made sure the rather low cut shirt was suiting it's purpose. I perched myself in the doorway, trying to hide the lust in my eyes, and knocked on the door. He opened the door, looked me up and down, and let out a shocked, "Wow!" That made it all worth it, blisters be damned.

There was a quick hello kiss in the doorway before I made my way into the apartment. I had it out for his cock as soon as I walked through the door. I wanted it very badly and in every way. I wanted in my hands, in my mouth, in my cunt, in my ass..everywhere. And I wanted his lips on mine in the worst way. There was a tease of a blowjob shortly after I arrived and after he showed me one of his new toys.

My first observation upon entering the apartment was that the dining area that I'd cleaned last time was still neat. I was very proud. This just brought to me the theory that if I help get the whole place in order and seeing how nice it is to have things organized, he'd be compelled to keep it that way. But then again, even if he didn't, I'm sure we could set up time for me to come visit. Maybe he can beat me while I'm wearing a french maid's uniform..the possibilities are endless. I just like being able to do something I do well for someone else. Which sort of randomly brings me to the thought that I've gotten a lot better with reading his orgasms..this pleases me. Because now I know just how, when, and where. I love that. Now that I know just what he likes I can give him more orgasms, faster. Fit in as many as I'd like. I love those beginning stages of learning someone's body, I tend to be a quick study, mostly because I love to please and the faster I can learn how the happier I am.

We chilled for a bit and then headed out for a bite to eat. I was very happy. Being in the city, being with todd, and I'm sure being baked is somewhere in that mess too. I smiled a lot and giggled at the thought of how obviously high I looked. My oral fixation got 100x worse and I really needed something to put into my mouth. We stopped for a pack of gum to keep my mouth happy after I devoured two apples, both his and mine.

We were supposed to be headed to Katz Deli but I had another idea in mind.

I wanted pasta.

Long pasta noodles that I could swirl around in my mouth and over my tongue. I had to have it.

We ended up at frankie's or lil' frankie's I'm not sure which, that whole meal is a bit of a blur. I remember the atmosphere being very pleasant and the waiter being very hot.
There was a calamari appetizer, entree of proscuitto pizza with arugula and spaghetti with broccoli in garlic and oil, and for dessert came the first tiramisu ever to touch my lips. Oh my word was it heaven. It was one of the best meals I'd had in a long time. One of the first times I remember genuinely enjoying eating. Enjoying the textures on my tongue and the unique taste of each bite.

We hit Katz Deli the following day, and damn was that food great. On every trip up I am fed like a queen. And on every stay home I hit the gym twice as hard to avoid what would surely come of all that eating otherwise.

Our sleep schedules were a bit out of sync for this trip. Whenever he wanted to sleep I was wide awake and cleaning or something of the sort and whenever I got sleepy he retreated into one of his many movies. But, for the times when we were awake together, we chatted a lot. I got a lot off my mind. Talking to him really helps and I can't thank him enough for being there for me. Most of my thoughts stayed in my head this trip up though, with the exception of the time we spent chatting on the roof of his building. Otherwise, I retreated into my head a lot and just thought about the things he was saying and especially about the things he wasn't saying, his body language and reading his eyes.

I remember staring at him a lot this trip up. At times I would stare at his defined jaw as he would talk to me in that deep soothing voice of his, other times I'd be staring at his lips thinking of all the places I wanted them, but often times I'd be staring into his eyes. I'm very much an eye person. Some like tits, some like asses..I like eyes and mouths.

We meandered around town for hours, ended up in the village more than once, wandering through the various little shops. Rented some movies. Returned to the french place for another goat cheese and meat crepe and a cold chocolate drink. I've become a huge fan of goat cheese because of that place. One woman nearby ordered a dessert crepe, at the sight of which I almost drooled. It looked delectable. I asked what it was and he said it was a dessert crepe, he then said that we'll have to return to that place just for dessert one of these trips, I think I'll hold him to that.

I woke up around 8:45am with an hour before I had to begin my trek homeward bound. I was extremely bad off and really just wanted him to fuck me. I had the night before as well. While he was dominating me I was so hot for him, and each time he'd take a break or wander off to keep me in suspense I just wanted to scream out "fuck me now!" but we were on his terms, and he was doing such a wonderful job.
Then I wanted sex with him just nice and slowly, just to feel him inside of me and watch him enjoy my body as I was enjoying his. Sadly though, he would not wake up no matter how many times I kissed his neck or fondled his body. He finally woke up just shy of 15 minutes before I had to leave. Just enough time for a nice blowjob, some final packing, and getting dressed. I've begun to notice that every time I suck cock I am even more turned on, not to mention sopping wet. I really just wanted to lay in bed with him on top of me kissing me before I had to leave. But alas, that did not happen. He got up and cleaned up a bit then got dressed. I repacked my bag and took one last look around to be sure I hadn't forgotten anything, then we were on our way. He walked me to the subway station and we softly kissed farewell, thinking all the while about how badly I'd have just loved to ravage him right there on that street corner. I just kept thinking, three days til the next gathering, I can get my fill then.

Diner

Tuesday morning had come and it was time for shelby and I to head back up to the city for another party. Each time we arrive at jefferson's apartment I am increasingly more comfortable. We were greeted at the door with a hello kiss from jefferson, we dropped our bags to their seemingly designated place on the floor in the living room and shelby headed straight to the bed for a nap. I ended up on the couch resting a bit after the long drive. Jefferson busied himself on his computer.

After a short nap, having been woken up by shelby and jefferson's loud sex, I made my way to the kitchen to wash the dishes. While I was at it I scrubbed the counter and stove tops as well.

Not that they were particularly dirty, mind you, it just seemed natural after wiping down the sink.

Just as I was finishing up in the kitchen shelby walked in for a glass of water. We all settled on the couch chatting. I was looking around this apartment that had become so familar so quickly, but I still look around, taking inventory of it all each time.

I noticed a rather large pile of papers on the bookshelf near the front door.

I inquired about it.

The response I got was an exasperated one from shelby, "That's his mail. He gets a ton of it and never reads it." Jefferson adds that sorting it is on his very long list of things to do.

I offer to do it for him. It looks to be a nice little challenge.

He is quick to offer it up as a project for me. I removed all the mail from the bookshelf and piled it in the middle of the living room floor, arranged the bookshelf neatly, then set to work with the heap of papers. Shelby got excited about the project too so, she took a position next to me on the floor.

Shelby and I worked out a system we could both agree on; bills would go in one pile, misc. letters in another, the ex's mail would have a pile of it's own, as would anything for the kids.

Jefferson noted our progress.

He then retrieved four more bags of unopened and unsorted mail from the cabinets under the bookshelf.

I beamed at him.

Shelby and I sorted mail for several hours until there was only a small pile left. We'd been at it for a good portion of the afternoon when we realized, we had forgotten to eat. We'd decided on a diner just a few blocks away.

Shelby and I have a bit of a thing for diners. One night in the early hours of the morning we were watching the food network and there was a piece on desserts. One particularly scrumptious looking dessert came onto the screen and was from the Comfort Diner in NYC, we looked at eachother and in unison said, "we have to eat there." So, jefferson humored us and took us to our diner.

Afterall, we would need sustenance for the evening's gathering.

Girls Night

Shelby randomly calls me and suggests we "do lunch" on wednesday before my afternoon class and so I agree and we make our plans. Later that night she texts me:
"Do you have anything to do tomorrow night(wednesday) after class?"

My answer is in the negative, as I rarely have concrete plans for evenings after I get out of work.

"Well, you do now." She responds.

"Great! What are we doing?"

"We are going to visit meg. And I'm going to tie you up and beat the hell out of the two of you."

"Awesome!"

Recently, shelby has discovered her sadistic side. She has taken an interest in spanking, flogging, tying up, and in any other way dominating people. This is new to her as she is used to being submissive. She has been eager to add to her repertiore, and as meg is on spring break this week shelby now had two (to use the cliché) ready, willing, and able participants.

Plans for lunch went as scheduled, I attended my afternoon class and afterward I met up with shelby again, we headed to our friendly neighborhood walmart to pick up some supplies for the evening.

First on our list: rope, and lots of it, 100 feet to be exact.
Second item: clothes pins, 50 wooden pins.
Third item: candles, one large unscented white tapered candle.
Fourth item: bamboo, this was the only item to cause a problem as they only sold bamboo in large and expensive arrangements and we only wanted one piece.

We wandered around the store looking for things to replace the bamboo when the brilliant idea struck: dowel rods. Back in the crafts section we examined the different sizes of the long solid wooden rods. We joked that the security personnel was probably getting off watching her test strokes of the different sizes across my thighs. We finally found two suitable dowels, a 5/16th inch and a 1/2 inch. The 1/2 inch was a good thick solid hit whereas the 5/16ths, by far, provided more of an unyeilding sting. We paid for our items through the self-checkout, as we were sure our basket would seems at least slightly incriminating to any cashier. Returned to our respective homes to shower and ready ourselves for our fun evening ahead. We left a little later than scheduled but there was no real rush to get there at any specific time, we even stopped at Arby's for a bite to eat on the way. We arrived and sat around and chatted for a while and sipped on our drinks. Meg drank an entire bottle of Asti and downed a few shots of vodka and she was ready to go. I, myself, had to drive home at the end of the night so I limited my alcohol intake. Shelby, however, went a bit over her limit and ended up being more than a little drunk, though that was after she'd taken careful measures to tie us up and beat us nicely.

Sad to say that the events are a little hazy in my mind since this post has been such a long time coming but I shall do my best to recount with as much detail as I can.

Shelby took a few test strokes with the dowels across meg's thighs and ass, meg yowled and threatened to hit shelby back if she continued.

Meg made herself comfortable on the floor on her stomach. She mentioned that she'd heard that I give good massages, and that she needed one. I quickly agreed then wandered off to find lotion or massage oil, I ended up in her bedroom, finding the lotion on the nightstand. I began on her lower back just below her raised shirt but soon decided that the shirt and bra had to come off if I were going to give any semblance of a good massage. Shelby worked on taping the ends of the rope she'd been cutting to size while I made my way to meg's feet.

Meg has a thing against feet, especially having hers played with. She had a bit to drink and was in no state to do much fighting back so I took her calf in my hand and held it firmly while I began to massage her foot. She relaxed almost immediately. She squirmed a bit when I went too lightly and moaned when I rubbed deep into the sole of her foot. I took her toes into my mouth and rolled my tongue over and between them. She gasped. Shelby then instructed meg onto her side, a position that would more easily allow access to meg's breasts which were about to be bound.
Shelby wrapped the rope around meg's very large pale pink breasts, the rope was then brought over her shoulders and tied to the rope that had her ankles, reminiscent of a hogtie. Her legs were spread and soon shelby had her fingers in meg's ass. Meg very much enjoys anal sex and was moaning very loudly and grinning from ear to ear. Shortly thereafter shelby states, "oops...I think I broke you now." Meg headed to the bathroom to assess the damage. Shelby started on me.

Earlier on in the night shelby had tied a knot in my hair with the rope, something she'd seen online and did a wonderful job of recreating. She used the ends of the rope from that knot to bind my wrists and to connect to the rope that ran behind my knees holding my legs close to my chest.

My eyes were closed.

There was a momentary pause.

Then the sound of a bag being opened.

Next, a sharp pain on my right nipple. The clothes pins, shelby was pinning my breasts, then my pussy. I felt the sting of each pin as it was closing in on my flesh, such an overwhelming sensation, I lost count. When she'd satisfied herself with the design of the pins she started on my ass with the dowel rods. Each strike tensed my muscles and took my breath away. I was awash in sensations, the stinging from the dowel across my ass and the throbbing from the pins on my cunt. Again, she stopped when she was satisfied with her design and began fucking my pussy with a huge bright red vibrator. I screamed and squirmed as much as the ropes would allow until she "broke" me too. She redirected her attentions to the candle while I recovered. I headed to the bathroom to clean up a bit and couldn't help but let out small gasps as I removed each of the 8 clothes pins from the lips of my pussy, feeling the sting as the blood rushed back to my flesh.

Jefferson had called sometime during our play and we were taking turns chatting with him, meg was giving him the play-by-play while shelby fucked my pussy and now he was hearing meg's moans as shelby dripped the hot wax onto her stomach.

Meg's stomach and back are very sensitive to the hot wax and she writhes and moans loudly as each drop hits her. My reactions are a bit different. My back is more sensitive to the heat and I squirm at each drop, my stomach, however sends odd sensations down my spine.

Sensations of being tickled.

I giggled each time shelby dropped the wax onto my stomach. She'd slap me or take a dowel to my ass each time and scold me not to laugh, but each time I'd still giggle. I wasn't trying to be masochistic, it just tickled me so badly it was impossible not to laugh.

Shelby returned to meg with the wax and while she was torturing meg with that I thought to torture her nipples. I took one into my mouth and rolled my tongue around on it and nibbled a little here and there, her moans didn't cease. Then shelby directed me to go down on meg so, I settled myself between meg's legs and admired her beautiful bright pink pussy as I set my mouth to work on it. I licked and sucked on her clit until she came and couldn't stand it anymore. I'd made my own mouth quite happy in the process as well.

Shortly hereafter meg was blisfully exhausted, shelby was drunk, and I had the drive home to prepare for. Meg and I picked some of the hot wax off of ourselves and gathered in onto a towel while we picked some out of the carpet as well. Shelby and I gathered our things and headed home around 4am.

Happy Birthday!

It was the Friday night after my 21st birthday, my college suitemate and one of my best friends decided that we should all go out to some club to celebrate. I hadn't been to a club in quite a while and thought that it would be fun to just get out and dance, oh yeah, and drink. It would most likely be a latin club. This would be perfect, I was in the mood for sensual body movement. The only problem was that I would have to drive up to either north jersey or new york to meet them. The drive didn't seem so horrible, I spent a decent chunk of it on the phone with people wishing me a happy belated birthday and all that.

I met up with jackie at her house and we were to meet maria and a few of her friends at the club because they were running a bit behind and still primping at maria's house a few towns over, but close to the club. Jackie and I parked across the street from the club and waited, bottles in hand, getting a bit of drinking in beforehand.

About 45 minutes and two rather large bottles of liquor later, maria and her friends finally arrived. We were a bit irritated about having to wait so long, but what really got to us was the mostly empty parking lot of the club.

We entered and checked our coats, at this point in march it was still snowing.

Shots all around to start off our night, not to mention that it looked like we'd be needing them. The club was sparsely occupied at best, and by mostly women. This trip looked to be taking an awful turn.

We drank a bit more and danced with eachother, maria swears she's straight but when she's dancing with another woman the way she was and doing body shots off of all of us it makes me curious to know how well she's really fooling herself. Though I am not attracted to maria I still took advantage of her willingness to dance with other women, I pushed her to her limit then backed off and found a man to dance with.

We all danced a while longer, a few guys made their way into our circle, but mostly we just danced with eachother. I'm sure it was quite a show for any onlooker, we were just having fun.

A very short while later the lights were turned back on and everyone was leaving, "But it's so early," I squeeked, voice having been weak from screaming over the music for the past few hours. Evidentally, clubs in new jersey close at 2am.

I was disappointed.

We waited all that time to get in, danced with the few men that made the cut, and now we were just supposed to head home? I was wide awake and felt completely sober. I wanted to go somewhere else, do something else, drink more, dance more. But everyone else was ready to head home.

At some point at the club I had spoken to shelby via cell phone, she had arrangements with connor tonight but hoped I was having fun celebrating my birthday.
When we left the club I called shelby to see what she and connor were up to, I was about to drive back home and thought I might stop by to say hello. Plans were made for me to call when I got closer, and if they were still awake I was welcome to stop in. When I was only a few more miles away I called again and they were awake and expecting me, and one of connor's friends had shown up unexpectedly. They asked if that would be a problem, I said no.

I arrived in the hotel's parking lot and found a space near shelby's car, then made my way up to the room. I greeted everyone with a hug and introduced myself to the new guy, mark. I explained that I smelled disgusting from the smoke from the club and needed to shower.

I gathered my things and headed to the bathroom where connor and mark were mixing drinks or something of the sort. I shed my clothing. Connor suggested mark stay and get to know me while he went out to keep shelby company. I showered with the curtain half opened, he stared the whole time. I asked him quite a few questions until I was satisfied that he was an okay guy, all the while I was getting used to the fact that I'd be fucking him in a few minutes.

After I finished washing up I towel dried and dressed in pj pants and a tank top. I crawled into bed with connor and shelby and made myself comfy, at this point I was a little tired and perfectly willing to just fall asleep next to these two hot bodies. Then mark crawled into the bed next to me and began to fondle me. He kept trying to "get comfortable" and was brushing my tits with his hands, what I suppose was to seem accidentally. I didn't mind I was enjoying having my tits fondled. Eventually, he rolled over onto me and began kissing me. Connor instructed him off and began to remove my clothing and sucked on my very sensitive nipples. He said that shelby felt left out, so I leaned over her and began to kiss her play with her breasts. She was responsive, though it had seemed she was half asleep when I began. I worked my hands down to her clit and teased it for a moment before I slipped my fingers into her. She was a little dry, so I used the saliva on my tongue to wet my fingers and gave them back to her, curved them toward her g-spot and applied lots of pressure, just how she likes it. She writhed and moaned but allowed that she was sore and exhausted from her romp with connor just a few hours earlier, she preferred to watch. Shelby made herself comfy in a chair next to the bed, connor kissed my neck and pinched my nipples and mark made his way to my clit. Mark set to work until his mouth was too tired to continue, he got up for a drink.
Shelby stood and gathered her things to head home, she had to work later that day and needed to back to her own bed for some sleep, she took mark home on her way. Connor and I kissed and chatted and fucked until the sun came up. Somewhere around 8am I took him home and then it was back to my own bed for some much need and well deserved sleep.

Finally!

It's about time I gave you guys something to read. So, finally, here are a few posts.

The Talk

My couple and I had the talk last night. You know the one. The talk that says, "it was fun while it lasted but I think we're better off as friends."

Paul was waiting outside the restaurant for holly to get out of work, it was around midnight. I was supposed to have been finished work by 9pm but I stayed to help holly clean up. We met up with paul at the car and began chatting. Every time we start chatting we end up sitting around for hours so, paul suggested we head to a local bar for a beer.

Normally I do not drink beer, I'm not fond of it, but I agreed. This would be the first time I'd actually drank in a bar in my town.

We decided on a smaller bar more likely to be occupied by more than a bunch of guys getting away from the wife and kids, meaning one likely to have other women. It also happens to be the one closest to my house. Holly and I shed our aprons and untucked our shirts and we headed inside.

I immediately recognized four people from my graduating class and thought, "so this is what's become of my generation, a bunch of lushes." I was never particularly close to many people in my class so it wasn't that I really cared all that much.

A guy I didn't recognize walked up to me almost as soon as I sat down and offered to buy me a drink. Already a good first bar experience, I thought. I agreed and ordered just a beer, on second thought I should have ordered a shot but I didn't know how long we'd be there and I would most likely have to drive home, I didn't want to risk it.

We sat there sipping our beers, holly had three and was already tipsy. This was the first time I'd ever seen holly drink and I was quite amused to see what a lightweight she was. We stayed until last call when we decided that we were hungry. We headed over to Denny's. Upon walking in there was a sign on the door, "Due to short staffing, there will be approximately a 45 minute wait." This, in conjunction with recognizing the horrible waitress was enough to send us down the street to another 24 hour diner. We were sat as soon as we walked in the door. Already better than a 45 minute wait for a horrible waitress. Though, as it turns out we ended up with a bad waitress anyway. She looked older than dirt and her memory was worse. The food, however, was delicious, just what we had needed. We took our time eating, we were there for about two hours.

Nearing the second hour paul chirped, "We have something we want to tell you, but I'm not sure this is the place to do it." I insisted he tell me. He started stammering something like, "..we really like hanging out with you, you're a really good friend..so, it's not that we don't like you.."

I already knew where this was going.

I had been feeling the same way for a while now as well. I could tell we all had, it just hadn't been articulated until now. I had been feeling that there was a mutual understanding that our fling was fun while it lasted, but that it was over and we were back to being just friends. There had not been any uncomfortable feelings among us, and immediately following our talk we were back to the cheery, happy-go-lucky threesome of friends. It was a great experience, they are wonderful people. Our time is over but we were all better for it.

To 'my couple', I happily say "Adieu."

Delay

I really had hoped to have those posts up by the end of the week, but my week took a bit of a turn in events.

I had gone out to a nice little showbar tuesday night with a few friends. I made my scheduled trip to the city on wednesday and what was supposed to be a fun two days and one night turned out to be an excellent four days and three nights.

I'd gone up to visit the dear, sweet, and incredibly sexy todd. After the first party he was on my mind constantly and I was counting down the days until the next party when I could see him again, kiss his delicious lips, and have my way with his amazing cock. Though, I have yet to post about the second party, I'll tell you now that todd was feeling a little under the weather and I didn't get to play with him much, at least, significantly less than at the first party. Not to be selfish, but I had very much wanted to get him alone in a room and have my way with him, or let him have his way with me *wink*.
So, when we had a moment alone to chat I'd let him know how much I'd been thinking of him, he said the feelings were mutual. He'd mentioned that he'd been thinking up some wonderfully dirty things he'd like to do to me, I was nothing but eager to try them all. We joked about scheduling some time to make it happen. I was ecstatic.

A few days after the party I sent him an instant message we had a nice long conversation and we agreed on a tentative visit the following week. The plan was to head up on wednesday, stay until thursday afternoon/evening, visit thomas thursday night and leave early friday morning, stop by jefferson's for a quick massage and perhaps a blowjob, then head home to shower and ready for work by 4pm.

Time flew by more quickly than I'd ever thought possible. The next thing I knew it was friday morning and I was still staying with todd. I hadn't heard from thomas and I had a few missed calls from jefferson wondering where I was. Todd and I had grabbed breakfast at a small bagel shop and headed back to his apartment to eat and watch a movie. At some point in time we fell asleep, and by the time I woke the time frame I'd had for time with jefferson had come and gone. I later sent him a message and apologized over and again, it really wasn't meant to happen the way it did. I had been looking forward to seeing him.

Todd was a very gracious host and although I feared I was overstaying my welcome he was nothing short of sweet and wonderful. Posts are on their way about my visit soon, but first there are a few other things and a party to post about.

I suppose it is too bad that I missed out on seeing jefferson, as he's the one wielding the whip to hold me to my postings.

There is always time to make up for it.