Dance
Awakening groggy to a warm muggy morning, window open. Emie lies next to me. I notice a small gold crucifix catches the light between ample breasts, long blonde hair a tan body, which contrasts my Vampyric white.
A warm morning contrasts my thoughts; I remember a flat in Spandau overlooking the Havel freezing in January. Another woman, another time.
I remember last night the call. First about her husband. I tell her to stop telling me she loves me, and come to me; surprisingly she does. I need her for a change, and I need contact face to face; not face time.
She’s hard to miss tall, blonde and long strong legs that are the stairway to heaven her Russian accent, as she stalks through the dive towards me. She stop’s puts her hand on my face, and bends over for a kiss, that’s past “friends.” She met her husband online emails, then; he flew her from St. Petersburg to be installed as fourth wife.
“What’s a matter?” she asks sitting
“I wanted to see you, you’re well?” I answer
“No, he treat me like a maid” Emie answers in a thick Russian accent. Everything she says sounds like, “must get squirrel and moose. I remember conversation is not the point.
” You can stay for a drink?” I ask, already ordering her a vodka martini.
“Da” Emie answers, with a huge smile. She gestures at the Jukebox. I put a few dollars on the table. Emie put’s on “Do you feel like we do.” She was born a decade after it was a hit. She dances gracefully, sensually. I watch, and everything else has just fades away. I feel the dynamic of our friendship shifting as she undulates to the table; I have just gone from confidant to lover. Her walk the way her gaze is taking me in, really seeing me, perhaps for the first time. I half expected this would happen one day. She as called drunk and flat out asked me to fuck her, but I don’t pull drunken birds; especially not a friend.
We’re not friends anymore. This is uncharted territory, and there’s a palpable sense of excitement in the air. When we touch again it is electric. Conversation has been replaced by staring at each other. Touching, light caressing, and an understanding, that did not exist a few moments ago. I order another round. She tosses it back on sends several texts quickly. She leans into me says something in Russian. I don’t speak Russian, but I know what she means.
I take her by the hand lead her to the car. Inside I light up a spliff, Emie hits it hard passes to me. She finds classic rock and takes a hazy drive to get a room. I buy the room with my phone. She undulates to music even in the car.
In the room she finds a music channel, and dances out of her clothes. She must have had training, grand pile, and en pointe all while nude. Sexy, graceful.
In bed she is the Bolshoi in bed. After our dance I watch her drift off into sleep.
I watch the morning light dance across her and retreat to brush my teeth and shower. In the shower she joins me, you were going to leave before I was woke, no?”
“No” I answer and kiss her. and savour her taste, touch and feel.
“My husband? “ she asks
“This what you’re going to do its early don’t dry you're her love, don’t put on make-up go home slip into jeans, or shorts you got up early and went for a run. She smiles at my” practised ruse. As she dries her self I can’t help but watch, graceful strong yet feminine body.
“He…” Emie starts to say.
“Tell me about you, I am tired of talking about him. “I said. Cutting her off
she gives me a hug, and it feels as if we have been dancing for a long time each partner anticipating, reacting to moves fluidly choreographed yet spontaneous. The music has changed, and we will see where this dance takes us.
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16 January 2016
15 January 2016
12 January 2016
11 January 2016
12.01.16-calling all Angel’s
smoking too many spliff’s
calling all Angel’s
drinking too much gin
calling all Angel’s
I’ll give you my protection
Calling all Angels
Angels have deserted underground
Calling all Angels
Je t’adore
N’es pas
Mon ami
Calling all Angels
Je Je ne t'oublierai jamais
Calling all Angel’s
Why have
Left
Calling all Angels
My visions
are
True
Calling ll Angels
I need you
Tonight
Calling all Angels
The blood
Is making roses
In
Me spike
Calling all Angels
Loving the Alien
We had moved in She was a model/actress, and I was hustler grey marketing German cars, and playing at playing guitar. “Loving the Alien was one of our song’s. The lyrics “ you'll believe you're loving the alien believing the strangest things, loving the alien”
Our relationship was biased on suspension of disbelief. The thesis, that, some way it would workout and we would get married, and live stylishly and happily ever after.
Coming home as she was leaving for shoot hearing this song meant coffee was not the only thing being served. We imploded exploded she and “our” girlfriend left one day taking my Bimmer . Still great memories of that song. Thank you, David
We had moved in She was a model/actress, and I was hustler grey marketing German cars, and playing at playing guitar. “Loving the Alien was one of our song’s. The lyrics “ you'll believe you're loving the alien believing the strangest things, loving the alien”
Our relationship was biased on suspension of disbelief. The thesis, that, some way it would workout and we would get married, and live stylishly and happily ever after.
Coming home as she was leaving for shoot hearing this song meant coffee was not the only thing being served. We imploded exploded she and “our” girlfriend left one day taking my Bimmer . Still great memories of that song. Thank you, David
09 January 2016
07 January 2016
06 January 2016
04 January 2016
02 January 2016
02.01.16 liar
Beautiful liar
Promiscuous promise
Sexy virus
My precious
Whore
I get it
I ‘m so flawed
You manifest
My touch to
Alleviate loneliness
I ‘m contaminated
You want protection
Angels bleed from touch
Strong
Deep
Underground
Sweet lies
love you
my disease
my illness
I want your
Deceptions
beautiful liar
I need your
Degenerate
devotion
01 January 2016
I am walking Iggy pup Bleu, and Linda walks up on us says “Hipster, I think I understand Paula’s attraction .”
I thought we were cool, she’s cool, but we just walk dogs together.”
Linda continues, “You're the dangerous one in the boy band leather jacket, that used to be black long hair beard”
I think we need to start walking a different way
I thought we were cool, she’s cool, but we just walk dogs together.”
Linda continues, “You're the dangerous one in the boy band leather jacket, that used to be black long hair beard”
I think we need to start walking a different way
29 December 2015
27 December 2015
26 December 2015
Today I was walking Iggy Bleu, and we run into a woman walking an older golden. I recognise the dog, so we walk past. Dogs sniff I pet him. I am starting to walk off.
The woman says, “You must be the hipster, that walks with my partner Paula.”
“Paula and I walk sometimes, I am Zonker you are? when did I become a hipster.” I answer.
“I am Linda and you have a beard, blues T, chucks, you have a pit, vintage shades and no doubt your iPod is playing an obscure band., you’re a hipster. I am dying of laughter. Linda walks with us and decides, that Paula is safe around me. I resist pointing out we have tonnes in common , although her hair is shorter, than mine.
I may have to rethink my fashion descions
The woman says, “You must be the hipster, that walks with my partner Paula.”
“Paula and I walk sometimes, I am Zonker you are? when did I become a hipster.” I answer.
“I am Linda and you have a beard, blues T, chucks, you have a pit, vintage shades and no doubt your iPod is playing an obscure band., you’re a hipster. I am dying of laughter. Linda walks with us and decides, that Paula is safe around me. I resist pointing out we have tonnes in common , although her hair is shorter, than mine.
I may have to rethink my fashion descions
24 December 2015
23 December 2015
21 December 2015
19 December 2015
17 December 2015
23. feeling this today
23.10.15 poisoned
he poisoned
the black swan
without
her
a demon
cannot find
the land
east of the sun,
west of the moon
he poisoned her
because
he is
malevolent
poisoned her
because
he could not
possess her
body and soul
he poisoned her
because he could not control
how high and beautifully she flew
he poisoned her
and
roused the demon
he poisoned her
taking
dark spectre’s light
he poisoned her
he sealed his fate
Demons don't forget
Demons' don't forgive
expect
me
feeling this today
23.10.15 poisoned
he poisoned
the black swan
without
her
a demon
cannot find
the land
east of the sun,
west of the moon
he poisoned her
because
he is
malevolent
poisoned her
because
he could not
possess her
body and soul
he poisoned her
because he could not control
how high and beautifully she flew
he poisoned her
and
roused the demon
he poisoned her
taking
dark spectre’s light
he poisoned her
he sealed his fate
Demons don't forget
Demons' don't forgive
expect
me
14 December 2015
12 December 2015
11 December 2015
10 December 2015
09 December 2015
07 December 2015
06 December 2015
06.12.15-written
How do I feel about
YOU
you already know
I have written it
in
blood
I have
Written it
In
crayon
screamed in a moment
of passion
you hitting me
like china white
a million small deaths crawling
across your face
whispered
in a tender moment
nibbling on your neck
holding you
I have written it
On
Your body
graffiti
on
me soul
05 December 2015
04 December 2015
03 December 2015
02 December 2015
01.12.15-illusion
reality is
dreaming outloud
Creating
romantic
Sensual
Worlds
APOCALYPSE
ESCAPE
neon lights
doubles
I know
Implants
Spray tan
Bleached hair
On 4 inch heels
REALITY
I’m stupid
I create
improbable
worlds
uninhabitable
APOCALYPTIC ROMANCES
DOOMED
REALITIES
ILLUSION
HOLY
HOLY
Beautiful
LICENTIOUS
illusion
WANTON
catching
FIRE
01 December 2015
30 November 2015
30.11.15-seraph
some
say
she
was
a warning
some
say
a
sign
some
a
prophecy
some
say
from
heaven
some
say
Berlin
I
Think
A pale rose
Kissed by
African sun
I was
There
when
She sang
I couldn’t
Understands
felt it from inside
The skies
Turned to
Pollock’s
Convergence
Picasso
Les demoiselles d'avignon
I was told
To
Mobilise
Desolation Angels
To initiate
ritual
spoons
Chalices
I was told
demons, and vampyres
riders
of
apocalypse
I was told
that
you’re
salvation
I was told
You’re seraph
29 November 2015
28 November 2015
27 November 2015
25 November 2015
24 November 2015
23 November 2015
22 November 2015
20 November 2015
18 November 2015
17 November 2015
17.11.15 Succubus
underground
through a gaze filtered
by gin, purple smoke
you’re a sirens call
I cannot refuse
all I have
is
a drink
and smoke
you should be in my
bed
wanton and shameless
taking and giving pleasure
dare I presume
love
instead
my bed made up
in resplendent
clean comfortable smiling like
a thousand clowns
secretly sad and empty
missing
your blue eyes
16 November 2015
Good Morning Good Bye
I awake like Martin Sheen in” Apocalypse Now” staring at the ceiling fan. Wondering where I was, It looks like an inner loop rental. Hardwoods , ancient. The bed is so comfortable I could lay here all day . I need to get out of this bed, but she wrapped around my waist. Long blonde hair across my stomach. I look at her body indeed weapons grade long legs small firm breasts flat stomach leading to a blonde landing strip. An actual natural blonde. I know she’s a single mother my clothes are laid into a flat bloke. If I lay still she might not wake up.
Hazy memories from last night. The tall, thin, blonde at the bar noticing each other. Noticing each other the ancient contract being invocated. I walked over some wanker who wouldn’t shut the fuck up, then dropping him. Leaving the bar quickly. I will gave to apologise to owner to be let back in. I will work up an act of contrition, “I am sorry, I glassed, that wanker, and promise not to do it again.” Her place fevered undressing no conversation other than lets try…, contortions of petites morts rolling across her across her face., some porn star moans. Playing then asleep.
I need to use all my skills to get out of bed. I must get to the bathroom. I slowly slide off the bed onto the floor . I wish I could get my shades from my jacket, it is unreasonably bright. My head is pounding . I try to quiet as possible brushing my teeth with my finger.
I flush there’s a knock at the door , and she says Towels under the sink by, shampoo , soap in the shower, the way my name is Lyric.”
“Thank you, I am Jay. I am going to pillage your soap and shampoo” I answer I climb into the claw tube and close shower curtain. I get the water right shampooing my hair. I feel something open eyes to see Lyric in with me.. We wash each other wordlessly, and then towel each other dry. She leads I go to bedroom I smell coffee. I hold my towel and walk to my clothes. Watching her climb into and hoodie.
I follow her to the table. I sit and she goes to counter starts getting cups
Lyric looks over her shoulder, and says’, “How do you take it?”
“Black and proud”” I answer. I start to rap out a cigarette, and
Lyric said no smoke in here lets go on the porch. I put on shades and follow. Lyric makes small talk. While I smoke. I wait a polite interval, and say ,”Lyric I have a few things.””
Wait one minute Lyric runs inside comes back. With a cup hands to me and tucks a slip of [paper into my pocket, and
Says’ “keep the cup” giving me a small kiss . I walk to my car the number falls’ out. I don’t stop to pick it up.
I get in my car lower window’s and say “Good morning , good bye!” I drive towards my flat, without looking back
I awake like Martin Sheen in” Apocalypse Now” staring at the ceiling fan. Wondering where I was, It looks like an inner loop rental. Hardwoods , ancient. The bed is so comfortable I could lay here all day . I need to get out of this bed, but she wrapped around my waist. Long blonde hair across my stomach. I look at her body indeed weapons grade long legs small firm breasts flat stomach leading to a blonde landing strip. An actual natural blonde. I know she’s a single mother my clothes are laid into a flat bloke. If I lay still she might not wake up.
Hazy memories from last night. The tall, thin, blonde at the bar noticing each other. Noticing each other the ancient contract being invocated. I walked over some wanker who wouldn’t shut the fuck up, then dropping him. Leaving the bar quickly. I will gave to apologise to owner to be let back in. I will work up an act of contrition, “I am sorry, I glassed, that wanker, and promise not to do it again.” Her place fevered undressing no conversation other than lets try…, contortions of petites morts rolling across her across her face., some porn star moans. Playing then asleep.
I need to use all my skills to get out of bed. I must get to the bathroom. I slowly slide off the bed onto the floor . I wish I could get my shades from my jacket, it is unreasonably bright. My head is pounding . I try to quiet as possible brushing my teeth with my finger.
I flush there’s a knock at the door , and she says Towels under the sink by, shampoo , soap in the shower, the way my name is Lyric.”
“Thank you, I am Jay. I am going to pillage your soap and shampoo” I answer I climb into the claw tube and close shower curtain. I get the water right shampooing my hair. I feel something open eyes to see Lyric in with me.. We wash each other wordlessly, and then towel each other dry. She leads I go to bedroom I smell coffee. I hold my towel and walk to my clothes. Watching her climb into and hoodie.
I follow her to the table. I sit and she goes to counter starts getting cups
Lyric looks over her shoulder, and says’, “How do you take it?”
“Black and proud”” I answer. I start to rap out a cigarette, and
Lyric said no smoke in here lets go on the porch. I put on shades and follow. Lyric makes small talk. While I smoke. I wait a polite interval, and say ,”Lyric I have a few things.””
Wait one minute Lyric runs inside comes back. With a cup hands to me and tucks a slip of [paper into my pocket, and
Says’ “keep the cup” giving me a small kiss . I walk to my car the number falls’ out. I don’t stop to pick it up.
I get in my car lower window’s and say “Good morning , good bye!” I drive towards my flat, without looking back
15 November 2015
15.11.15- Ride
you’re not strong enough for
this
don’t
come to me
from the edge
of
death
dreaming
on
his tired old voice
your slavery
is not
freedom
it is
slavery
weakness
is just weakness
telling me you love
me
begging him
deception
telling me you love
me
bailing as I bury
my tovaritch
is
cowardice
telling me you
love me
not acting
weak
que vous me dire
que tu me aimes
penser ce poème est sur vous
est faible
you’re not strong enough
for
this ride
14 November 2015
13 November 2015
12 November 2015
13.11.15-moon
staring at the moon
blowing too much purple smoke
staring at the moon
too much gin
staring at the moon
hating myself
staring at the moon
why did it mean too much to me to mean too little to you
staring at the moon
listening industrial and blues
too much of this
too little of you
staring at the moon
stringing together misspelled words
staring at moon
Seeing our future memories dissolving
Staring at the moon
12.11.15-ritual
the
ritual
the
candle
the
offering
the
body
and
the blood
music
incense
invocation’s heaven
come to me sweet sweet
shade
Botticelli smile
You’re so light and beautiful
I can carry
you
no
I need to carry
you
Tie off in me teeth
Speaking in tongues
the ritual
Is to summon
You sweet
one
12.11.15-cut
casually smashing a
wine glass
in my face
because you heard your master call
love me
discard me
when your master calls
you met
him
in the desert
a nameless old man
never once made
talk
about
who had your trust
who had your heart
who had you in the
back of gallery
your love
is no secret in all these
circles
your love never stops even when your master fails
your love turns to dust in an old mans cup
now
cut
I run
10 November 2015
09 November 2015
07 November 2015
06 November 2015
05 November 2015
04 November 2015
Just Be
You know some people meet at Starbucks’s or a neighbourhood pub.” Blair says gentling chiding me
“Not us, we’re originals’” I answer, giving the bartender our drink order. The drinks materialise complicated Martini’s, and while this isn’t a craft cocktail lounge by any stretch of imagination we’re good tippers’ she produces a black credit card, and signals for a second round.
“Love I haven’t even finished this,” I say sipping my Martini
“I didn’t just walk into this movie,” Blair says laughing. “Still the little mousy one. I don’t get it!” Blair says laughing drinking her martini. She grabs my phone “Looks like 72 hours. I love this; I miss you, that’s all it took?! Tell me about this “big man”, who owns her?”
“I can do better give me my phone,” I answer. I pull up a TED talk, and hand her my phone. "She watches and says 15 years older than you 20 years than her. Less hair, but he’s accomplished and she’s rolling in daddy issues. I have a question, how do you know this? Certainly, she didn’t risk losing you on him?”
I am starting on the second martini. “I have skills” I answer.
Blair laughs, and clap’s her hands’.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“Nothing I am just picturing calling whatever ex-pat hang-out, and some answering the phone and screaming “A Bloke needs help with info on the Doctor!” them scrambling. “ Blair says with her light high-pitched laugh. Then adds’ don’t actually elucidate me on this, or anything I want to know I shouldn’t OK?”
“”I promise Disney version. You’re exactly right I called Nigel at the Kings Head in that desert town, Jane knew the punter, and disliked him, so she happily gave me the information. She texted me links.
“I was present for about 3/4 of the scars. I know you better than, your mother; no I don’t sleep well.” I just look at her she dressed for me little black dress, stilettos’. She is always flawless. I am picturing her last week in my bed. Tan, toned, and licentious. Now she’s looking at photos of, “that woman. “Not thrilled with her boob job, and she needs to swim, or do Yoga like I said she’s not your type.””
“I thought they were real in some sort of push-up,” I answer.
“Please, you have seen more breasts, than, most gynaecologist. Oh yeah, you haven’t actually tested the goods. These old guys have. “ Blair says. She looks restless, and a bit nervous checking her phone, and touching up make-up.
“Do you want to grab a bite?” I ask.
“Not here,” Blair answers empathetically.
“I sussing that, maybe we need to think about a place. Give me a moment I’ll be right back. I leave her and go to the loo where I can check messages. When. I walk out and Blair is chatting away, with Greek Tina. They give me a conspiratorial glance, as I return.
Blair takes my hand and we walk to the car and inside asks, “Is Vietnamese good, and who’s Madison?”
“Yes, and friend I had a moment with,” I answer.
“You know, Greek Tina gave me a blow by blow . You’re famous half the bar watched you two fuck in the back of the truck of some guy named Skinny Kenny, who isn’t skinny. Apparently, Madison does a mean cowgirl. Lover, you haven’t seen anything yet. I get she’s 26, but I do Bikram yoga an hour 2 day’s a week, and run 3 days a week
I notice we are going to a drive-through Starbuck’s, before I can ask, Blair, says in her best sultry voice “ I don’t need food, and I need sugar and caffeine. I am your lunch.” She says in a low growly tone. She takes the caffeine shake and heads towards her house. A few blocks away from her house we stop and I lay down on the back seat. I stay there until the garage door is down.
I pop up she opens the door. I pull her towards me and kiss her softly, then desperately. I caress her quickly undressing her shimmies the little black dress over her head. and unto the concrete leaving her nude, but for heels. Her body is strong and lean, yet feminine She takes my hand leads to a door where there’s a large bath we walk through a closet then, past a vanity to a large sleigh bed.
I push her into it and, quickly strip she is on all fours moaning like a cat in heat, with heel’s still on. She’s going for full effect. accentuating her long legs. I grab her by the hips and take her. She is ready and moans and growls as I enter her matching my every move. I caress her and nibble neck. , as I rub her clitoris, and gently pinch her nipples. She starts moving her hips rhythmically she screams a guttural growl. I watch her shudder, and arrive. I push her on her back. I kiss her and feel her sweaty body it feels so natural. We don’t need words touch says everything. I am happy just being in the moment.
She pulls away, and says, “I am going to get us some Evian, and gets out of bed. I watch her walk away one the great walks in western civilization, my mind is a perfectly blank, and I am enjoying the sensation.
She returns carrying a frosty liter bottle, I drink deeply. She lies next to me. I look at her body. Put the bottle down, and she wraps around me.
She asks, “Can you sleepover?”
“Can we feed my pack tonight, and how will Brad like that?” I answer.
Sure feeding pack, and Brad is out of town she says’ lays her head on my chest and is fast asleep.
I awake and extricate myself from the bed and walk into the shower. I adjust the water I close my eyes and let the water wash over me. I jerk around when Blair joins me. I kiss her, and take her in my arms kissing her. We wash each other wordlessly. I don’t want to speak I just to be. I get out of the shower, towel off.
Blair dresses I watch her at the vanity. Her make-up sponges and brushes in front of her. I appreciate the skill and care she puts into her appearance. I climb back into my jeans, a T, a pair of chucks. I have a much easier routine. I brush my hair and teeth- I am ready.
“Let's go feed your pack.” Blair says, and I follow her she has jeans, high heeled espadrilles’ and a tight wife-beater. She looks sexy, beautiful, and effortless. In the garage, I lay down in the back seat until we get out of the surveillance zone.
She asks me to join her upfront.
“” You can’t do this with anyone else,” Blair says.
“What ride in the front seat.”? I answer laughing. She slaps at me.
“No, just be, as you put it. You need someone like that,” She answers.
“We have a wee bit of history, as I can remember the first time I saw you on the beach in a bikini,” I answer.
“That was Lana, my sister. You, remember her you dated and by a date I mean fucked first.”
“I think the statute of limitation has run on anything I did in my teens has expired,” I answer.
“No, there is a statute of limitations on murder, or fucking my sister!” Blair says said. Feigned indignation, and continues, “You don’t want me talking on either subject.”
We pull into my driveway the pack barks a greeting. I get out Blair follows, me inside. I let the dogs in they swarm her she loves it, and I turn on music. I call the dogs out to the food.
I come back in Blair is making cocktails. Pull her to me and kiss her hard. “Mon petit chou, let’s go to your place,” I said.”
C’est dans la poche, mon coeur” Blair answers walking to the door.
“Stop!” I said she halts and turns to me “Se dévêtir fille facile.” She smiles and starts a slow strip to “Gods and Monsters” first the top, firm breasts, tight stomach no tan lines. Grinding out of tight jeans, then a black thong again no tan lines blonde landing strip. Long strong legs she folds her clothes and begins a slow walk to her car. I flow that languid walk; my neighbours' are getting a quick glimpse of sex, pure sex a confident experienced woman. We drive her nude to
her house. In the dark, I merely duck into her lap fondling her legs kissing nibbling her thighs and vagina.
Once in the garage, I follow her to the kitchen. “Please, candles, ice, whip cream. “ I ask, and watch her retrieve requested items and we continue to the bedroom. Walking through her closet I recon scarves. I the bedroom she kneels before me and undoes my jeans taking me into her mouth. I tap her, “bed” and she stands and walks over and pulls the comforter back and lies on the sheets. I tie her to bed and blindfold her. I grab an ice cube starts with her neck down to her breast down to her stomach light a candle let the wax drip on her nipples follow with ice. I drip wax on her inner thighs again following with, ice. Fondling her clitoris her hips are rhythmically bucking, as she moans, and growls. I untie her and enter her. She wraps legs and arms around convulsing and screaming. I arrive inside her. She embraces me as I lay down lays her head on my chest, and says we have time and goes to sleep. I slowly get out of bed rinse off. Go to the kitchen; bring a towel around my waist. I find a litre of Evian, chug it, and sneak back in bed. She finds a spot under my arm, and let my mind go blank, slide into sleep.
I wale up she is on top of me facing away riding me in heels holding her ankles. Blair is giving me the full porn star treatment; moaning and growling. I embrace her nibbling her neck. Fondling her breast music is blaring “Surrender but don’t give yourself away.” I arrive she slows and stops.
“So did your teenager top that?” Blair asks. Standing next to me.
“That was exceptional, for a woman of a certain age,” I say pulling the pillow over me laughing as she punches the pillow
I need to get you home, where is this going Blair asks, ducking into the shower.
I follow her into the shower, and say “Blair how about, as always let’s just be.”
With a wet face, she kisses and holds me and says, “just be, I am so good with that, and us.
You know some people meet at Starbucks’s or a neighbourhood pub.” Blair says gentling chiding me
“Not us, we’re originals’” I answer, giving the bartender our drink order. The drinks materialise complicated Martini’s, and while this isn’t a craft cocktail lounge by any stretch of imagination we’re good tippers’ she produces a black credit card, and signals for a second round.
“Love I haven’t even finished this,” I say sipping my Martini
“I didn’t just walk into this movie,” Blair says laughing. “Still the little mousy one. I don’t get it!” Blair says laughing drinking her martini. She grabs my phone “Looks like 72 hours. I love this; I miss you, that’s all it took?! Tell me about this “big man”, who owns her?”
“I can do better give me my phone,” I answer. I pull up a TED talk, and hand her my phone. "She watches and says 15 years older than you 20 years than her. Less hair, but he’s accomplished and she’s rolling in daddy issues. I have a question, how do you know this? Certainly, she didn’t risk losing you on him?”
I am starting on the second martini. “I have skills” I answer.
Blair laughs, and clap’s her hands’.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“Nothing I am just picturing calling whatever ex-pat hang-out, and some answering the phone and screaming “A Bloke needs help with info on the Doctor!” them scrambling. “ Blair says with her light high-pitched laugh. Then adds’ don’t actually elucidate me on this, or anything I want to know I shouldn’t OK?”
“”I promise Disney version. You’re exactly right I called Nigel at the Kings Head in that desert town, Jane knew the punter, and disliked him, so she happily gave me the information. She texted me links.
“I was present for about 3/4 of the scars. I know you better than, your mother; no I don’t sleep well.” I just look at her she dressed for me little black dress, stilettos’. She is always flawless. I am picturing her last week in my bed. Tan, toned, and licentious. Now she’s looking at photos of, “that woman. “Not thrilled with her boob job, and she needs to swim, or do Yoga like I said she’s not your type.””
“I thought they were real in some sort of push-up,” I answer.
“Please, you have seen more breasts, than, most gynaecologist. Oh yeah, you haven’t actually tested the goods. These old guys have. “ Blair says. She looks restless, and a bit nervous checking her phone, and touching up make-up.
“Do you want to grab a bite?” I ask.
“Not here,” Blair answers empathetically.
“I sussing that, maybe we need to think about a place. Give me a moment I’ll be right back. I leave her and go to the loo where I can check messages. When. I walk out and Blair is chatting away, with Greek Tina. They give me a conspiratorial glance, as I return.
Blair takes my hand and we walk to the car and inside asks, “Is Vietnamese good, and who’s Madison?”
“Yes, and friend I had a moment with,” I answer.
“You know, Greek Tina gave me a blow by blow . You’re famous half the bar watched you two fuck in the back of the truck of some guy named Skinny Kenny, who isn’t skinny. Apparently, Madison does a mean cowgirl. Lover, you haven’t seen anything yet. I get she’s 26, but I do Bikram yoga an hour 2 day’s a week, and run 3 days a week
I notice we are going to a drive-through Starbuck’s, before I can ask, Blair, says in her best sultry voice “ I don’t need food, and I need sugar and caffeine. I am your lunch.” She says in a low growly tone. She takes the caffeine shake and heads towards her house. A few blocks away from her house we stop and I lay down on the back seat. I stay there until the garage door is down.
I pop up she opens the door. I pull her towards me and kiss her softly, then desperately. I caress her quickly undressing her shimmies the little black dress over her head. and unto the concrete leaving her nude, but for heels. Her body is strong and lean, yet feminine She takes my hand leads to a door where there’s a large bath we walk through a closet then, past a vanity to a large sleigh bed.
I push her into it and, quickly strip she is on all fours moaning like a cat in heat, with heel’s still on. She’s going for full effect. accentuating her long legs. I grab her by the hips and take her. She is ready and moans and growls as I enter her matching my every move. I caress her and nibble neck. , as I rub her clitoris, and gently pinch her nipples. She starts moving her hips rhythmically she screams a guttural growl. I watch her shudder, and arrive. I push her on her back. I kiss her and feel her sweaty body it feels so natural. We don’t need words touch says everything. I am happy just being in the moment.
She pulls away, and says, “I am going to get us some Evian, and gets out of bed. I watch her walk away one the great walks in western civilization, my mind is a perfectly blank, and I am enjoying the sensation.
She returns carrying a frosty liter bottle, I drink deeply. She lies next to me. I look at her body. Put the bottle down, and she wraps around me.
She asks, “Can you sleepover?”
“Can we feed my pack tonight, and how will Brad like that?” I answer.
Sure feeding pack, and Brad is out of town she says’ lays her head on my chest and is fast asleep.
I awake and extricate myself from the bed and walk into the shower. I adjust the water I close my eyes and let the water wash over me. I jerk around when Blair joins me. I kiss her, and take her in my arms kissing her. We wash each other wordlessly. I don’t want to speak I just to be. I get out of the shower, towel off.
Blair dresses I watch her at the vanity. Her make-up sponges and brushes in front of her. I appreciate the skill and care she puts into her appearance. I climb back into my jeans, a T, a pair of chucks. I have a much easier routine. I brush my hair and teeth- I am ready.
“Let's go feed your pack.” Blair says, and I follow her she has jeans, high heeled espadrilles’ and a tight wife-beater. She looks sexy, beautiful, and effortless. In the garage, I lay down in the back seat until we get out of the surveillance zone.
She asks me to join her upfront.
“” You can’t do this with anyone else,” Blair says.
“What ride in the front seat.”? I answer laughing. She slaps at me.
“No, just be, as you put it. You need someone like that,” She answers.
“We have a wee bit of history, as I can remember the first time I saw you on the beach in a bikini,” I answer.
“That was Lana, my sister. You, remember her you dated and by a date I mean fucked first.”
“I think the statute of limitation has run on anything I did in my teens has expired,” I answer.
“No, there is a statute of limitations on murder, or fucking my sister!” Blair says said. Feigned indignation, and continues, “You don’t want me talking on either subject.”
We pull into my driveway the pack barks a greeting. I get out Blair follows, me inside. I let the dogs in they swarm her she loves it, and I turn on music. I call the dogs out to the food.
I come back in Blair is making cocktails. Pull her to me and kiss her hard. “Mon petit chou, let’s go to your place,” I said.”
C’est dans la poche, mon coeur” Blair answers walking to the door.
“Stop!” I said she halts and turns to me “Se dévêtir fille facile.” She smiles and starts a slow strip to “Gods and Monsters” first the top, firm breasts, tight stomach no tan lines. Grinding out of tight jeans, then a black thong again no tan lines blonde landing strip. Long strong legs she folds her clothes and begins a slow walk to her car. I flow that languid walk; my neighbours' are getting a quick glimpse of sex, pure sex a confident experienced woman. We drive her nude to
her house. In the dark, I merely duck into her lap fondling her legs kissing nibbling her thighs and vagina.
Once in the garage, I follow her to the kitchen. “Please, candles, ice, whip cream. “ I ask, and watch her retrieve requested items and we continue to the bedroom. Walking through her closet I recon scarves. I the bedroom she kneels before me and undoes my jeans taking me into her mouth. I tap her, “bed” and she stands and walks over and pulls the comforter back and lies on the sheets. I tie her to bed and blindfold her. I grab an ice cube starts with her neck down to her breast down to her stomach light a candle let the wax drip on her nipples follow with ice. I drip wax on her inner thighs again following with, ice. Fondling her clitoris her hips are rhythmically bucking, as she moans, and growls. I untie her and enter her. She wraps legs and arms around convulsing and screaming. I arrive inside her. She embraces me as I lay down lays her head on my chest, and says we have time and goes to sleep. I slowly get out of bed rinse off. Go to the kitchen; bring a towel around my waist. I find a litre of Evian, chug it, and sneak back in bed. She finds a spot under my arm, and let my mind go blank, slide into sleep.
I wale up she is on top of me facing away riding me in heels holding her ankles. Blair is giving me the full porn star treatment; moaning and growling. I embrace her nibbling her neck. Fondling her breast music is blaring “Surrender but don’t give yourself away.” I arrive she slows and stops.
“So did your teenager top that?” Blair asks. Standing next to me.
“That was exceptional, for a woman of a certain age,” I say pulling the pillow over me laughing as she punches the pillow
I need to get you home, where is this going Blair asks, ducking into the shower.
I follow her into the shower, and say “Blair how about, as always let’s just be.”
With a wet face, she kisses and holds me and says, “just be, I am so good with that, and us.
03 November 2015
02.11.15-redemption
she was
redemption or ruin
In
heels
her eyes
practised in deception
seduction
I took drinks over
sealed my fate
everything ends in death
or
disaster
legs wrapped around
waist
neck
long red nails
across my back
bodily fluids,
not names
exchanged
exploding across dirty sheets like C-4
a
cautionary tale
with
no moral
or
point
01 November 2015
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