I’ve been such a good boy. So enthralled with the joy of recovery and the white knuckling thrashing about that it brings, I had to get nasty, kinky and do that thing that brings the guilty smile to my features.
My priapus puss leavings have left me with musings about GFE, coming to the verge of breaking down that bdsm levee of denial and no sex but today, boys and girls, it’s all about an old semi-flame training and then setting me loose with her new girlfriend. Life when it gets twisted, is good in the Llano Estacado.
Three glasses of Chardonnay at a fine restaurant and I was on the prod recently. Substances fuel my sexual addiction with a fierce, wild abandon that Robert Downey Jr. would recognize and smile at.
At my strip club of choice I encountered my Amazonian biker chick who I’ve been fond of for nearly a decade. I have chronicled her in this humble off and on online rant in past entries. She has gotten off the hard stuff and looked the best she’d looked in years. She waved me over and we chatted like long lost fucked up souls who had peered intently into the abyss and took a couple of steps back at differing times. We agreed had we pursued our little bdsm mating dance when both of our addictions were raging, it would have all ended badly.
I came to realize that the cutest (and probably the youngest) stripper in the place was her girlfriend. The stripper had flirted with me. Wait, that’s what they do for a living! Anyway, the salesman in me was intrigued. I started floating out the possibility of a threesome and my trusty biker chick ex-stripper trundled back and forth to her girlfriend and put the deal together. Her luscious little lady was typically the submissive and tended to roll in the direction of my adored biker chick.
When I talked to her girlfriend later in the evening it turns out she had heard all about me and my various “kinks of choice” and she was intrigued.
Two days later it was an afternoon of carnal craziness. The little lass is hot, a natural, a tease and left me immediately wanting more. She’s pre-Reubensesque but there was a youthful fleshiness that just made it a sick, twisted, cuddly freakfest.
Of course this is all from my fevered imagination, I love my wife and I’m back into the recovery that I yearn for so deeply. Peace to us all.
