Good Times

The trip was a whirlwind of deviances..
We took a cab to her condo, secluded amongst the dewy tropical brush. The night was warm and moist, beads of moisture formed on every exposed surface of my skin. If it weren't for the cool breeze blowing in from the beach, I would have drowned in my own fluids.
Tess, undeterred by the liquid air, jumped out of the cab once it stopped.
"We're here!" she exclaimed.
In all my 22 years of living, I've never known anyone who could drag the last bit of energy out of you like Tess can.
"A friend of mine is picking us up in a sec, he's bringing a cute guy with him too, you ready?" She asked.
I took that as my cue to freshen up and throw on a hot outfit.

The bar we went to was unimpressive, it reminded me of the dive bars at home. One of the boys(hardly cute and much too young) offered to buy me a drink. I responded as politely as I could, "Thank you for the offer but I don't drink liqour out of plastic cups."
We left the grungy college bar, ditching our dates and flagging down a cab.

We arrived at the doorstep of a testament to architecture, a structure composed mostly of glass and partially in commercial grade cement. The owner of the home, Earl, paid our cabfare and showed us around his humble abode. It sat directly on the beach with a wrap around pool hugging it.
He offered us an ecstasy pill.
We obliged.
Then we sat in the jacuzzi, drinking champagne and waiting for our roll to kick in.
And it did.
He slid me onto his lap and began to finger me slowly at first then harder, jamming his hand against my body until I came. Hard. While starring at Tess playing with her nipples and moaning softly.
Then we went upstairs to seek out softer padding suitable for a party of three. Later on in the evening, he invited another girl-friend to join us.
Earl was an investment banker who spent most of his time in Europe. At 5'8 with a stocky build and receeding hairline, his looks were not what kept the pretty girls knocking on his door. It was the drugs and money, which he tactfully placed in our purses before we left his place 48 hours later. Of course he paid for it, in full.



I haven't seen MM in a few weeks, but that is the norm. These long periods apart make it easier to bear his company.
I do not want to fall in love.

If I start comparing other men to him or getting lost in thoughts about him, I would certainly cut things off (after locating come other means of financial support, of course). The problem is we have great chemistry, the kind that cannot be faked and I could fuck him all day long if given the opportunity. I feel there is a reason we met. The reason itself is still unclear to me, but it will show itself in due time - like all things do.

He comes back into town a week from now, and I am eagerly anticipating the visit.
All these feelings are very real to me but I have questioned the source. Meaning, if money was not a factor would I still be with him? It's a complicated question.

I'm an all or nothing sort of person. If I can't get everything I need from one man, I will leave him and find someone better suited for me. So back to the question. I would certainly date him, even consider him a potential life mate; If he was as successful as he is now.
If he were Joe Schmoe with only a bachelors degree from some mediocre college and lofty dreams, I would pass. But who can say for certain, what would or could have been? When all is said and done, a big heart is much more important to me than a big wallet.



How do I feel about his wife?

I am the temporary girlfriend.
The provider of pleasure, the source of lustful desire.
I wait patiently for his phone call. And we get together, make a passionate exchange then move on. Until the next sexcapade.

I do not expect this to last and that is fine.
As an intense commitment-phobe, uncertainty has been the downfall of my relationships; not knowing where it would go. The uncertainty of it all jarred my nerves, causing me to drop my suitor instantly. At least then I know where it would all go. Nowhere. I caused the end.

This isn't supposed to last, his marriage on the other hand, is.
Our time together is his escape from the pressures, obligations and overwhelming demands of his job and wife. I'm happy to supply that.. for the right price.

I'm always ready for the end. I wasn't promised stability.
I save up and am currently looking for a backup Sugar Daddy for additional security.
Because I have none.
There you have it, I'm not so much different from a call girl.