Circle of Friends
Loyalty, a concept that is beyond lost. What used to be the foundation of any good relationship is now better suited to describe how one’s dog behaves. The night Ralph Lauren Guy came to New York, his friend alluded to just how un-loyal he was willing to be; I couldn’t wait to find out.
May 3, 2010
Loyalty, a concept that is beyond lost. What used to be the foundation of any good relationship is now better suited to describe how one’s dog behaves. The night Ralph Lauren Guy came to New York, his friend alluded to just how un-loyal he was willing to be; I couldn’t wait to find out.
The sun poured down onto my shoulders, I could feel my tan deepening. It was just past 5PM on Monday and I polished off my third drink of the day as I strolled through SOHO en route to my weekly dinner date.
A few months back I had been enjoying my usual glass of Chablis at Balthazar when I made friends with this amazing 70-year-old man. A retired ad exec he is now pursuing his true calling as an author; dinning at Balthazar on Monday’s for inspiration. Since we met it has become a weekly tradition that I join.
My phone buzzed on the bar and my friend laughed. He was always teasing me how I couldn’t go more than 2 seconds without getting some action on my mobile. It was Ralph Lauren Guy’s friend, lets call him The Friend. He was heading for dinner and wanted me to join. I laughed, why would I head to Brooklyn in this heat. He insisted, said he would have a car outside Balthazar in 10 to collect me. How could I refuse?
I touched up my lipstick as the car approached the famed Brooklyn steakhouse. I was barely in the door and The Friend had placed a glass of wine in my hand and an arm around my waist. We stood amongst his other beautiful friends laughing and drinking until we were ready to dine.
Throughout dinner he had his hand on my leg, his grip firm. I could tell he was aching to get me home and have his way with me. I sat with his hand pressed into my skin but could not help eying his friend across the table.
He was there with a date and it was clear that he would be going home with her, just as I would be going home with The Friend. Throughout dinner we expertly played our roles as objects-of-desire to our respective dates, but we both kept eyes locked on each other.
Post dinner drinks at the bar had us all rather smashed and I walked towards the bathroom in pursuit of The Friend’s friend. We stood inches away from each other; the electricity between us was insane. I wanted him to push me against the wall, kiss me hard, slide his hands over my breasts and lick my neck. I wanted to feel how turned on I had him.
Instead we stood there, barely speaking; it was clear what we both wanted. The Friend approached, asked if I was ready to leave; I smiled and nodded. As we headed for the door I slipped The Friend’s friend my number, gently sliding the piece of paper into his pocket as I kissed his cheek goodbye.
I couldn’t wait to see what The Friend had in store for me and I hoped that I wouldn’t have to wait to get to his place to find out.
The Art of The Affair
An affair is a dance. There is a specific way things are done and handled. It provides him with enough security so he will not get caught, while at the same time taking just the right amount of risk to keep things interesting. Or so I had thought.
April 11, 2010
An affair is a dance. There is a specific way things are done and handled. It provides him with enough security so he will not get caught, while at the same time taking just the right amount of risk to keep things interesting. Or so I had thought.
Ralph Lauren Guy lived in D.C. and when we had both returned home from the weekend of festivities we found ourselves desperately wanting more. Dirty texts kept us going but before long there were late night calls. Him, describing how delightful it was to be deep inside me; how crazy I drove him when I worked him with my tongue. Me, fantasizing about him laying me down, sliding his hand up my dress; his lips pressed against mine while I could feel him getting rock hard at the mere thought of being inside me.
It wasn’t long before either of us could take it. Friday, he flew in to the city and like the gentleman he was invited me to dinner. He was truly terrible, as when I arrived for dinner we were not alone. I sat there with him and his friends in a chic Meatpacking District restaurant. He was cocky and I loved it. Very bold to invite the girl you’re sleeping with to dinner with friends. Clearly he liked to show off.
At dinner he did everything I desired. Slid his hands up my skirt, pushed his fingers inside me, making me gasp. I reached over and felt how hard he was. It was every ounce of willpower not to take him right then and there. I ached to wrap my legs around his waist, unzip his jeans and force him inside of me.
His friend sat across the table from me and I could tell he was aching to get involved. He kept looking me up and down; he was most interested. We left dinner and headed to a near by bar. The friend got us in right away, private table, the usual.
When Ralph Lauren Guy seemed distracted The Friend slid his arm around my waist. He leaned in close so his breath was tickling my neck. If I had doubted it before, it was clear; he wanted me. He told me I was beautiful and that he had to have me. I told him I was going home with Ralph Lauren Guy, but he didn’t seem to care. He placed his hand on my firm ass and told me to call him once Ralph Lauren Guy headed home.
After several more glasses of champagne Ralph Lauren Guy and I could barely keep our hands to ourselves. We jumped into a cab and sped up 8th Avenue towards his hotel. The second the elevator doors closed he grabbed me, pulling me in. He kissed me and I could feel him hard against me. We were practically naked by the time the door to his room shut. On my knees, I took him in my mouth and made him cum. He pushed me by my shoulders into the king sized bed. Lifting my leg up as he undid the straps on my bronze Miu Miu shoes. He kissed my ankle, then worked his way up to my inner thighs. My red Agent Provocateur lace panties were completely soaked and I begged him to slide inside me.
We fucked like it was the last time we might ever get to and I came again and again. I don’t remember falling asleep, but I awoke in sheer panic as I had overslept my flight to Paris.
Let The Games Begin
The elevator doors opened; he stood across the room his back towards me looking sexy as ever. I walked up behind him, the train of my Marchesa gown trailing me and placed my hand on his perfect looking ass. He grabbed my wrist hard as he turned to face me.
The thrill of getting caught raced through my veins like a shot of adrenaline as I approached the lobby to meet Ralph Lauren Guy. The elevator doors opened; he stood across the room his back towards me looking sexy as ever. I walked up behind him, the train of my Marchesa gown trailing me and placed my hand on his perfect looking ass. He grabbed my wrist hard as he turned to face me.
He devoured me with his eyes and asked if I wanted to have a little fun. I could not wait to rip into him. We walked up the stairs; he kept trying to slide his fingers inside me, barley able to contain his excitement. By the time we made it to the second floor I could hardly contain mine. I was so wet with anticipation it took every ounce of willpower not to throw him on the ground and have my way right then.
There was an empty room at the end of the hall with nothing but a table and chairs and when the door closed behind us, the sound of the lock clicking in, I knew I was in for a treat.
He kissed me, hard, deep and urgently; his tongue tickling mine. His lips moved from my neck, to my shoulder, then chest, while his hands fought the fabric of my dress desperately trying to feel me. I grabbed his hair as I kissed him back, sliding one leg up around his waist so I could feel how big and hard he was getting. I stuck my tongue deep in his ear and gently dragged my teeth downward. He moaned and pushed me down on the ground. Grabbing my ankles and pulling me towards him; he was on his knees and pushed my panties to the side.
Flicking my clit with his tongue he was exploring every curve of me and just as I was about to lose my mind he stopped and unzipped his pants. He was so hard and I could tell just aching to feel my lips around his head.
I sat him on the chair placing one leg on either side of him. When I finally lowered my hips down onto him we both gasped with pleasure. I moved slowly at first, his hands squeezing my perfect ass pulling me down hard onto him. His head tilted back in ecstasy and I ran my tongue up his neck, pulling at his skin with my teeth. My nails dug hard into his shoulders as he stood up, still inside me and pressed me up against the wall. Taking me hard and deep, he had me at his mercy.
Laying me down across the table, I lifted my legs up around his neck and he took me hard. He felt amazing and I reached down and touched myself as he lost his mind inside me. Still on the table he pushed my legs apart and began to devour me with his tongue. Sliding his fingers inside me he made me cum.
We lay on the floor out of breath, unable to speak while his girlfriend lay upstairs in their bed. I couldn’t help but think, could have been more fun if she was there too.
All Is Fair In Sex & War
I am not attracted to men that try to pick me up. I tend to find their efforts sad, pathetic and most often unwelcome. Trust me if I want you, you’ll know.
I am not attracted to men that try to pick me up. I tend to find their efforts sad, pathetic and most often unwelcome. Trust me if I want you, you’ll know.
Half the fun of conquering someone is the challenge. It is quite a satisfying feeling to know you have the power to acquire whomever you desire. Some of you might be thinking, “cocky much?” But really, those of you who know me, there are a few of you out there, YOU know exactly what I am talking about.
I am the girl that you should fear. I always get who I want and for exactly as long as I want them. This is true no matter the circumstance. In fact if they are unavailable I take even more pleasure in making them succumb to my every move.
I attended the wedding of a close family member this past September. I personally don’t know how I feel about the concept of weddings but I must say they are the perfect place for random acts of naughtiness.
I first saw him at the Saturday evening cocktail reception. He looked like he’d stepped of out of a Ralph Lauren advert and the second I laid eyes on him I knew I had to have him. Let’s call him, Ralph Lauren Guy.
Ralph Lauren Guy was there with his girlfriend of 5 years; it must be said, she was incredibly beautiful and smart; a lawyer by trade. She had amazing blonde hair and the most ridiculously perfect breasts. I may have wanted her also.
Ralph Lauren Guy went into the house and I followed. While in line for the bar I could feel his eyes on me. I pretended not to notice. We exchanged a quiet glance before I turned and left knowing all too well his gaze was locked firmly on my legs as I walked past him and back out to the party.
The next day, post marital festivities, I finally introduced myself. I could tell he was hot for me even before he said his name and it wasn’t before long that he followed me out the door and down the hall. Before we were out of sight he threw me up against the wall and kissed me hard with one hand around my neck pulling me in, the other gripping my ass. His kiss was urgent and I could feel how excited he was by the bulge in his pants.
It was a complete turn-on knowing that at any second his beautiful girlfriend could round the corner and catch us in the act and I could tell he thought so too. We returned back to the party and just as things were coming to an end and people were calling it a night I felt a hand on my shoulder. The feeling of his hot breath against my neck as he asked me to join him in the lobby in 20 minutes, sent shivers down my spine and made my nipples so hard. I couldn't wait to find out what he had in mind.