The only problem with having feelings for one woman whilst screwing around with another is that it messes with your mojo – BIG TIME!
Celeste was looking might fynne last night and Junior was more than happy to see her, but even though my body was completely digging what we were doing – my mind was some place else.
Every time I closed my eyes Jade’s face would pop into my head. The guilt I felt for bailing on her at the last moment was starting to gnaw away at me and it was frustrating as hell.
When do I ever feel guilty about anything where woman are concerned? Since when did I sprout this moral conscience, when did that happen? Last time I felt like this I was totally screwed over, my heart was broken into a gazillion and one tiny pieces and I was left with a bruised ego to boot! And ever since that day, I vowed to never everlet any woman get within a hundred yards of my heart, so how the f@ck did Jade slip through the net?
She could be just as annoying as a woodpecker at dawn, crazier than a bag of frogs on meth and more bitter than a box of lemons but still she has me buggin’ hard over her.
Last night, I imagined that every nibble, suck and kiss from Celeste was actually from Jades plump, juicy lips. Every caress of Celeste’s small hands had my mind in a tailspin as I kept imagining them to be Jades. When I ran my fingers through Celeste’s hair, in my mind it was Jade’s soft curls that ignited the flames deep inside my loins.
When we finally joined and became one, even though I was buried deep inside Celeste, I lost myself to the thoughts of what Jade would feel like, and at one point it was her face that was staring back at me, it was her warmth that was massaging my member, it was her nails that were digging hungrily into my back clawing at my flesh like some kind of fiend.
Oh god the woman was seriously messing with my head and there was nothing I could to do about it. In fact I’m pretty sure I called out her name a couple of times in the heat of the moment, but Celeste being Celeste didn’t even bat an eyelid. My little slip of the tongue did nothing to deter her from giving me what I needed and I was extremely relived for this afterwards. She reassured me that she wanted nothing from me except my body.
I asked her if she was offended, but she merely shrugged her shoulders and told me I was being silly, that what we had was nothing more than the physical act of two people enjoying each other’s bodies. Hence the reason I’ve kept her around for so long I guess. Unlike most of my other female “relationships” in the past, Celeste has never once been clingy, acted like a loon or thought what we had was anything more than what it was – sex with no strings attached.
Come to think of it, I guess you could say she’s the male version of myself. And even though I know I’m not her only lover, she never fails to come back for more because as she likes to inform me every now and then, “No one does me like you do Mikey!”
And to say that hearing this has never once boosted my ego would be a lie, I got a huge kick out of knowing this. But how is Jade ever going to take me serious if I keep f@cking around like a jack rabbit on crack! Urgh I’m so confused.
“Daddy, daddy your home. We missed you daddy.”
“Look what I made for you daddy.”
“Daddy come have breakfast with us.”
“Daddy come sit by meeeeeeeeeeeee.”
“I want pancakes daddy.”
“Nooooooo Frech toast daddy.”
“Woah guys calm down a minute, one at a time eh and let’s use our bed time voices; we don’t want to wake up the entire neighborhood now do we?”
As soon as I entered the condo the kids were on me like white on rice. On the drive back over here I prayed that I would prevent them from seeing me sneak in at this hour, but like my mojo, I guess my timing is shot to sh!t also.
Thankfully I manage to shush the children into the kitchen and they immediately begin to whisper at my insistence that we remain somewhat quiet.
The truth of the matter is, with it being 7am in the morning I so do not need a lecture form Grace or anyone else from my staff right now. Mind you, not that any of the others would dare to question my where abouts or comings and goings but Grace, well she would just love to save my soul and claim it for herself. Well she can keep dreaming - that ship sailed a long time ago and sloppy seconds is really not my style. Been there, done that, got the scars on my back to prove it!
So after settling the children at the kitchen table and with promises that I’ll be right back to make them their favourite treat – French toast, I make a beeline to my bedroom as fast as I possibly can with this duff foot. If I can slip on a pair of pyjamas before Grace sees me, then I'll be home free and she’ll be none the wiser.
“Good night was it Michael?”
Dammit. I was almost there.
I turn around slowly and lo and behold I see Grace leaning just inside the doorway of the children’s bathroom and she's obviously p!ssed. Her arms are thrown confrontationally over her chest, her one leg is crossed in front of the other and a scathing look - which if the daggers she was throwing with her eyes could kill, I’d definitely be ten feet under - is plastered across her face. Uh oh, here we go.
3… 2… 1…
“Don’t you think you’re getting a little too old to be sneaking around like this Michael?”
And there it is.
“Grace, remind me again of your job title?”
She knows exactly where I’m going with this question because we’ve had this same discussion a dozen and one times before now. And I hate to admit it, but I take a small amount of pleasure when I see her eyes squint together when she throws me “the look” before she turns on her heels and trots of downstairs in a huff.
I know I shouldn’t be so mean but I’m really in no mood to be told what I should and shouldn’t be doing at my age. Heck I’m a grown a$$ single man and I can do who I want, when I want, where I want and there ain’t nothing Grace nor anybody else can do about it!
Ah sh!t. Jade!
As if one p!ssed off woman wasn’t enough to contend with this morning I knew sooner or later I’d have to answer to her. Excuse my language but she could be quite the b!tch when she wanted to be.
Funnily enough, for some reason this little predicament I’m in right now has my mind sailing back to five years ago. Come to think about it, she really hasn’t changed all that much since then, so why I'm feeling the way am about her is confusing the life out of me. She could definitely give the ice queen a run for her money!
She was twenty-four when I met her.
I was thirty-eight and recently divorced…
Celeste was looking might fynne last night and Junior was more than happy to see her, but even though my body was completely digging what we were doing – my mind was some place else.
Every time I closed my eyes Jade’s face would pop into my head. The guilt I felt for bailing on her at the last moment was starting to gnaw away at me and it was frustrating as hell.
When do I ever feel guilty about anything where woman are concerned? Since when did I sprout this moral conscience, when did that happen? Last time I felt like this I was totally screwed over, my heart was broken into a gazillion and one tiny pieces and I was left with a bruised ego to boot! And ever since that day, I vowed to never everlet any woman get within a hundred yards of my heart, so how the f@ck did Jade slip through the net?
She could be just as annoying as a woodpecker at dawn, crazier than a bag of frogs on meth and more bitter than a box of lemons but still she has me buggin’ hard over her.
Last night, I imagined that every nibble, suck and kiss from Celeste was actually from Jades plump, juicy lips. Every caress of Celeste’s small hands had my mind in a tailspin as I kept imagining them to be Jades. When I ran my fingers through Celeste’s hair, in my mind it was Jade’s soft curls that ignited the flames deep inside my loins.
When we finally joined and became one, even though I was buried deep inside Celeste, I lost myself to the thoughts of what Jade would feel like, and at one point it was her face that was staring back at me, it was her warmth that was massaging my member, it was her nails that were digging hungrily into my back clawing at my flesh like some kind of fiend.
Oh god the woman was seriously messing with my head and there was nothing I could to do about it. In fact I’m pretty sure I called out her name a couple of times in the heat of the moment, but Celeste being Celeste didn’t even bat an eyelid. My little slip of the tongue did nothing to deter her from giving me what I needed and I was extremely relived for this afterwards. She reassured me that she wanted nothing from me except my body.
I asked her if she was offended, but she merely shrugged her shoulders and told me I was being silly, that what we had was nothing more than the physical act of two people enjoying each other’s bodies. Hence the reason I’ve kept her around for so long I guess. Unlike most of my other female “relationships” in the past, Celeste has never once been clingy, acted like a loon or thought what we had was anything more than what it was – sex with no strings attached.
Come to think of it, I guess you could say she’s the male version of myself. And even though I know I’m not her only lover, she never fails to come back for more because as she likes to inform me every now and then, “No one does me like you do Mikey!”
And to say that hearing this has never once boosted my ego would be a lie, I got a huge kick out of knowing this. But how is Jade ever going to take me serious if I keep f@cking around like a jack rabbit on crack! Urgh I’m so confused.
“Daddy, daddy your home. We missed you daddy.”
“Look what I made for you daddy.”
“Daddy come have breakfast with us.”
“Daddy come sit by meeeeeeeeeeeee.”
“I want pancakes daddy.”
“Nooooooo Frech toast daddy.”
“Woah guys calm down a minute, one at a time eh and let’s use our bed time voices; we don’t want to wake up the entire neighborhood now do we?”
As soon as I entered the condo the kids were on me like white on rice. On the drive back over here I prayed that I would prevent them from seeing me sneak in at this hour, but like my mojo, I guess my timing is shot to sh!t also.
Thankfully I manage to shush the children into the kitchen and they immediately begin to whisper at my insistence that we remain somewhat quiet.
The truth of the matter is, with it being 7am in the morning I so do not need a lecture form Grace or anyone else from my staff right now. Mind you, not that any of the others would dare to question my where abouts or comings and goings but Grace, well she would just love to save my soul and claim it for herself. Well she can keep dreaming - that ship sailed a long time ago and sloppy seconds is really not my style. Been there, done that, got the scars on my back to prove it!
So after settling the children at the kitchen table and with promises that I’ll be right back to make them their favourite treat – French toast, I make a beeline to my bedroom as fast as I possibly can with this duff foot. If I can slip on a pair of pyjamas before Grace sees me, then I'll be home free and she’ll be none the wiser.
“Good night was it Michael?”
Dammit. I was almost there.
I turn around slowly and lo and behold I see Grace leaning just inside the doorway of the children’s bathroom and she's obviously p!ssed. Her arms are thrown confrontationally over her chest, her one leg is crossed in front of the other and a scathing look - which if the daggers she was throwing with her eyes could kill, I’d definitely be ten feet under - is plastered across her face. Uh oh, here we go.
3… 2… 1…
“Don’t you think you’re getting a little too old to be sneaking around like this Michael?”
And there it is.
“Grace, remind me again of your job title?”
She knows exactly where I’m going with this question because we’ve had this same discussion a dozen and one times before now. And I hate to admit it, but I take a small amount of pleasure when I see her eyes squint together when she throws me “the look” before she turns on her heels and trots of downstairs in a huff.
I know I shouldn’t be so mean but I’m really in no mood to be told what I should and shouldn’t be doing at my age. Heck I’m a grown a$$ single man and I can do who I want, when I want, where I want and there ain’t nothing Grace nor anybody else can do about it!
Ah sh!t. Jade!
As if one p!ssed off woman wasn’t enough to contend with this morning I knew sooner or later I’d have to answer to her. Excuse my language but she could be quite the b!tch when she wanted to be.
Funnily enough, for some reason this little predicament I’m in right now has my mind sailing back to five years ago. Come to think about it, she really hasn’t changed all that much since then, so why I'm feeling the way am about her is confusing the life out of me. She could definitely give the ice queen a run for her money!
She was twenty-four when I met her.
I was thirty-eight and recently divorced…
The Sapphire Lounge
Los Angeles
Friday, April 5th 1996
Los Angeles
Friday, April 5th 1996
I’d just finished wrapping up a long day of filming for my Ghosts short film when at the last minute I decided I needed a stiff drink and thought this was the ideal opportunity to make good use of the fat suit I’d been wearing all day. I’d worn disguises when I went on these little outings before in the past, but this one, this one actually transformed me into a completely different person. There was no way in the world I was going to miss out on an opportunity to live like a regular person for once, even if it was only for a few hours at the most.
So I settled into a booth in the back of this little hotspot I’d been hearing about, adjusted my wig, straightened my tie and prayed to Jehovah that tonight wouldn’t be one of those nights where I ended up getting busted. Usually when I made these little ventures out into the general population all on my lonesome – disguise or no disguise, it normally ended with me bolting out of the nearest exit and into the safe haven of my chauffeured driven car that has been patiently waiting on my return.
Most of the time I was high tailing out of these joints because some over-sexed fan had recognized me and had decided to announce my presence to the entire club by screaming like a freakin’ banshee and this night I really did’t need that sh!t.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my fans and every now and then I actually proved my love for them by giving them a taste of said love; but this night I wanted to relax, kick back, have a few drinks and heck if I managed to score with a non-fan it would’ve been a bonus. Was it wrong for me to want to unwind and live like normal folks do for a few hours, was that too much for me to ask?
“What can I get for ya’ Mister.”
I looked up to see a pretty young thing smacking her lips and chewing on big red like it was going out of fashion. Unashamed and extremely horny, I ogled at her goodies, looking her up and down as I greedily drunk in her shapely chocolate thighs, full lips, wide expressive brown orbs and curly hair that looked so soft to the touch that I had this overwhelming urge to reach out and run my fingers through it.
“Urgh you wanna take a picture?”
“Huh?” Is all I managed to get out as my brain continued to quickly migrate southwards between my legs.
“Pft why do I always manage to pick the creeps,” I heard her mumble not so quietly underneath her breath, her hand was now fiercely perched on her hip.
Uh oh, I gulped. I knew that stance from anywhere, having lived with three sisters and seeing my sister-in-laws give this same attitude to my brothers over the years, I knew right then and there I'd crossed some invisible line. Yup it was a world record, I’d only been there for a minute or so and I was already in big trouble!
I quickly managed to tear my eyes away from her ample cleavage that was threatening to bust lose from her tight white shirt and gulped back on my embarrassment.
“I said you wanna take a picture? It’ll last longer jerk!” Her icy tone was not lost on me and I began to shift in my seat, fumbling with my shirt collar slightly embarrassed and aware that her finger-snapping attitude was causing a few curious glances to be thrown our way.
“Uh gimme a Jack and Coke please,” I managed to say in my soft-head voice, over exaggerating my last word in hopes that she would excuse my blatant pervy behaviour, drop the ‘tude and stop attracting attention to us.
I heard her make a loud tut with her gum, watched her thrust her tray under her arm as she turned on her heels, flicked her baby-soft curls over her shoulder and sashayed that cute little rump of hers back to the bar to place my order.
All I kept thinking was: smooth Jackson, very smooth - not!
I couldn't help but notice that the female patrons in the booth opposite had continued to stare at me like I was some kind of pervert and this had me sinking a little lower in my seat. I was starting to think this wasn’t such a good idea after all. I could have just stayed in the bar at the hotel and got drunk or even attacked the mini-bar in my room for f.ucks sake!
But nooooo, I had to get out didn’t I?
Sh!t way to go Mike!
So after a few minutes of blatant stares, whispers and giggles from the single-white females sat opposite me, finally they turned their attention back to their idle chit-chat and I eagerly let go of the huge breath I’d been seemingly holding since lil’-Miss-Sunshine abruptly turned on her stiletto heels and left me with my nose wide open.
Man what-a-b!tch!
Oh god I’m not sure I have the strength to face her at this time in the morning. But with it only being two am on the West coast I know she’ll still be awake.
She’s an insomniac just like me and there have been plenty of times we’ve stayed up until six in the morning simply talking about random stuff in order to pass the time.
And the longer I leave it, the more p!ssed she’s gonna get. I know how she operates and I can’t have her going to sleep still mad at me, that’ll only make matters worse and I’ll never hear the last of it.
I bet I can kiss goodbye to her little pep talks too. I just hope she doesn’t tell me to go take a running jump like she did the last time I stood her up. Two whole weeks she didn’t speak to me. Can you believe that? And that time I had a genuine reason – I was sick, with the stomach flu. Although come to think of it, it could have been the three bottles of chardonnay that Celeste and I had downed, but Jade wasn’t to know that. Crap! There’s no way she’s going to buy any of my BS this time. Guess I might as well get this over with.
So with a quick visit to the restroom and only after I had procrastinated long enough to have mustered up the courage I need to deal with a tongue lashing from Jade, I pull out my cell.
Huh.
That’s odd.
Only one missed call? And only one voicemail left? Last time there were at least six!
Voicemail lady: Message received today at one fifteen am.
Jade: I hope she was worth it!
Voicemail Lady: End of message.
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