Oh I'm such a bad, raunchy girl. Of course you know that all ready. Today isn't any different then the past 700 or so. In fact it was quite dull. The sky is overcast and cloudy and I don't feel like doing a thing! All I want to do is snuggle here at home beneath the blankets piled on my bed and write to you. I suppose I should write about where I've been for the past few months, keep it logged here incase some other girl finds herself in a predicament like I did.
I know you know I was seeing Lexington. Just writing his name sends lustful shivers down my spine. He was the worst type of man for me. Married, sexy, hard working, rich..etc etc. But god did he know how to fuck. He had, and I kid you not!, the biggest dick I've ever laid eyes, (mouth, hands heh!) on! Of course you know that I couldn't get enough of him.
We met in the most unusual of circumstances. Sterling was trying to mesh our two companies together. To become a giant conglomerate in the adult and general media. We, of course, were the Adult and he was everything else. He had his hand in newspaper, print, publishing houses, movies. You name it had connections. After weeks of wooing him with gifts flattery he finally decided to allow the merging of us and a side company he would create just for this. He didn't want his "reputation" smeared by shacking up with a couple of porn princes like we were back in the day.
But the time he wanted us to go over the paperwork before issuing it to the lawyers was no good for Sterling, she was off chasing her man down in the repetive love-hate thing that they had going on. So I was stuck working with him late. Trying to get the wording just right so there wouldn't be any loop holes down the line. I tried to be good, but he had the most delectable sneer and ice blue eyes I've ever seen. You know how weak I amin face of a tall, black haired blue eyed Adonis'. So, needless to say, it wasn't too long before our carefully presented papers were scattered across the floor of his office and I was bent over his desk being fucked so thoroughly that they could hear my wails down on the street.
I know it was a mistake. It was only supposed to be a one time deal, but with our companies now merged I saw him on a near regular basis, and things went from there. The weekends we spent holed up in my apartment snuggling, and talking, and living on each other are etched in my memory, I made the mistake, alas, of balking when he suggested running off together. His wife wouldn't care. His marriage was for show, he said. But I got scared and I said no. Oh he was upset. His normally fair face turning to living marble, his eyes usually so steely turning to hot glints of fire burning to my very soul. He got up and left. It wasn't until the next day when I realized how miserable I was without him that I learned he had flown to his chateau in Paris. It wasn't until I had scurried and packed and rented out my apartment to Sterling and landed on his doorstep that I found out he had went there with his wife, they were committed to making it a "real" marriage, he said. And there was no room in his life for me. I could tell he was miserable. His face was gaunt and there were dark smudges under his eyes, and how I ached to beg and plead it was too late, I almost did all that..my mouth was open..but she appeared behind him. Sallow face, pinched eyes, bleached blonde hair, anorexic looking, but obviously wealthy. the look she gave me could have turned a lesser man into stone. It was a loss cause. Whatever part of Lex that I had..was gone.
But oh was I in a predicament. I had no place to stay, I had no money for it was all tied up in litigation with the lawyers to merge out assets. I was cash poor but worth a pretty penny (though right now I'm richer than sin!) and to make matters worse, when I got into the city my purse was stolen. I was stuck in a foreign country and the only person I knew hated my guts.
What was a girl to do?
Well go to the nearest brothel and offer her services, naturally. It was a learning experience. Lex actually visited me while I was there. But it wasn't the same. It was an impersonal meeting. The fire was still there, but the gentle talk and snuggling were gone. I could have left sooner, but an artist became enamored with me and asked me to be his muse. In fact you could probably still find my nude picture hanging in the hallway of the brothel.
And than when everything was said in done, I moved back here. Reclaiming my old apartment from Sterling who has vowed to turn lesbian and give up men and is off jet setting with some rich old tycoon she met.
I also promised myself that I would behave. I wouldn't resort back to my old debauched ways. But alas, my second week is now coming to an end and I'm a Havior Girl.
I'm so wicked Darlin'..what ever am I going to do with myself?
Mm sex, and lots of it!