Issues After Threesome
Slowly, it became more and more obvious that the days were numbered, that everything was not as good as had first been expected. The water was turned off. This put a serious cramp in my style.
There was nothing I could do about it, as I was not on the lease and could not prove that I was a resident of Louisiana. I tied pulling out cash, but they wanted identification, a fucked up little system we run around here. Temporarily, a fix was made for me by a guy I had kinky sex with, as he wrenched the water back on.
Sure, he may have gotten me drunk to the point where I puked on his nuts, then repeated the process after I was upset for not remembering the whole ordeal, but it was the sexual suffocation that led to him doing CPR on me to revive me that really put it over the edge. My memory may be a bit foggy, but I remember that detail, as the orgasm did wind up being otherworldly. It’s not something that you should try at home though.
The sex and running water only lasted so long, as both disappeared again. After losing all my equipment, well over $10,000 worth of computers and cameras, having six 20-pound tanks of nitrous to drown my thoughts, somehow running in and out of a few other babes, I wound up with a cowboy-type, who fled me off into the sunset of the Bayou St. John. Okay, so he had some sort of hidden agenda for keeping me in the city of New Orleans, but he wound up taking care of me after a major loss, letting my lose my sorrows in writing, supporting my lifestyle.
We may have been cursed lovers, but there was somebody lurking around the corner, a whole new option for me. She was our landlord, a cousin to Dred who was waiting to marry me, and she prided herself on being a goddess. At first, I thought she was after my boy toy, the man who was supporting me and giving me hell, but it was brought to my attention that she was actually after me, wanting to make me her trophy lesbian prize.
Was it the weed we gave her as a deposit? Was it the huge plant she found growing in the front yard? The one she tried to steal and wound up killing out of jealousy?
She was totally down, for whatever reason. When she knew that Granthrax was not at home, even when he was, she would sneak into the apartment with her son, only to try to curl up in bed with me. I’d open my eyes, and there she was, grinning down at me devilishly, eagerly.
For some people, her visits may have taken place at normal hours, but when you’re sleeping at four in the afternoon to wake up to this sort of thing, quick rubs and massages like a cat trying to get affection back from you, it takes you off guard. It was her house, and she made sure to let us know that she could come and go as she pleased, even though her real home was in Biloxi. It didn’t take her long to invite me up there, too, though.
In my travel, escorted by my neighbor, Charlie, the strangest thing happened when the keys got mysteriously locked in the car. She wanted both of us to spend the night, but I came to the rescue and fished the keys out with Charlie’s guidance and a coat hanger. Her son was just as excited at the thought of having company, impressing me with his vast knowledge of child life.
After a while, it was put to me quite bluntly. “I don’t care if my cousin is trying to marry you, because I want you; if you choose me, he’ll understand. Why pay rent, when you can come up here and live with me?”
She was serious, “I’ve been looking for a nanny, because he’s a lot to take care of, and he’s so smart that he could use some extra attention. You could teach him the arts, how to paint and whatnot. All I’d ask is that you do that, maybe take him back and forth from school and do shopping, but I’d give you a car for that.”
Pointing to the truck and the convertible, she asked, “which one would you like? I personally like the convertible, but we can share them both. You’d look great with your long blonde hair flying in the air with the top down.”
Escorting me around her property, she showcased the new Jacuzzi and how close she was to the ocean. To give me more of a hint, she handed me a full-color photo book of girl-on-girl loving caresses, nudity. “All I want you to do is just think of me, think of lying in bed with me, and the answer will come to you.”
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