Dish (AKA Jolene)

I've been a dirty little slut. I've actually set a new record for myself. Let me tell you all about it. But first, promise me that you'll leave your Judging Amy clothes at the door? K? K.

It was early morning and I was randy. I got a message from a guy on the computer, and we hooked up. Turns out he was married. Now, I've always been very anti sex with married men. I've never done it before. I did yesterday, though, and I don't feel bad about it.

Why, you ask? Because I don't know that man's situation, and it is frankly not my business. He might have a woman that's like Graham at home-someone he loves but won't sleep with him. There could be any number of situations that could lead him to my door. The point is: I'm tired of always being the balance keeper in the universe. If he wants to step out on his relationship, that's his choice. I know it was not wrong on my part because, as I said, I don't have any guilt about it. And I have a huge guilt mechanism. I'll feel guilty about something someone else did at the drop of a hat, much less my own actions. So, that's confession number one.

(the sex was fine)

Shortly thereafter, a man named Perry texted me. He was first mentioned here as the man that welcomed me back to beautiful sexuality after mine and Graham's disastrous trip to Asheville. Anyhow, he texted me and asked me out to dinner.

A few hours later, I was wrapped up in Company 81 denim, my best shoes, and a well crafted black cashmere sweater. We met up for sushi. With our chopsticks balanced in our hands, drank chenin blanc and talked. We talked alot about loneliness and hope; about people who come and go-that strange kid we call Graham; his father who recently left earth altogether.

The strangest thing happened while we were having our sushi! I got a series of text messages from a number I did not recognize. They said:
"Are you enjoying your sushi? Which roll is your favorite?"
"Are you cheating on me?"
"You look so sexy in your attire. Want to meet up after you're done with your date and get freaky?

I was kind of freaked out. I thought it was either Daniel or some man I'd slept with and soon deleted. Turns out it was a couple of my coworkers. They were dining there as well and had seen me although I did not see them. Hilarious.

Later, on my Art Deco couch, I held him as he cried for his father's death. Later, on that same couch, our pants fell off as we emptied a bottle of Alsascian pinot blanc.
Half naked and flushed with need, he said, "I think you're bewitching me. It would be easy to fall for you."

"Please do, Perry, please do."

Hour by delicate hour of the night dropped away as we made love like divine beasts. Hour after strengthening hour of the morning flew past us as we pushed each other to ever greater heights of pleasure. When he moved in me, I could not speak. I could only gasp for air as he toyed with me: first his motions were nearly imperceptible, then he would introduce longer thrusts or spear me all at once. It was incredible.

As the room turned rosy with dawn, I was on top of him, feeling him from the inside and spreading his own rosy, open place with my fingers and my tongue.

I knew I was addicted before he filled my mouth with his hot, salty essence.

"I could get very accustomed to waking up with you," he said.

He only left a few moments ago and is returning tonight for dinner at eight. I'll make manicotti and a big salad and feed that hot man some of my cuisine. And then I'll feed him...well, you know.


The Hooking Continues

How about that once a boy starts getting some sex, everyone wants to shag him up. There's a laundry list of men that are waiting for their turn. There are a few that I will probably see...one man is just so damned gorgeous that I can't even explain it to you. Obviously his ticket will be punched first...

And In Alternate Press: Daniel's Whoreskankery

OK y'all, I gotta dish about this. I can't tell anyone in the city, because I'm a good "sister," but I know you guys will listen to some gossip about everyone's favorite blog character.

So, some back story: when I was seeing Graham, I had sex with another guy out of absolute frustration. It wasn't even that great, but I told Daniel about it and he shamed me over a Denny's hamburger. Really. I felt really guilty about it, so I assumed I deserved it. Even though Graham wasn't putting out and never will. He even called me "Jolene," after that old Dolly Parton song about a man taking bitch. There was also a slew of resulting jokes based upon the words "stepping out (on your man)."

How about that he is now a boyfriended man and is actively being a Jolene himself! He's shagging a certain bipolar (but extraordinarily gorgeous) man on the side, and continuing to talk to the rich man he met in Spain! He plans to hook up with him over the Christmas holidays! SLUT!

Now, when I see him, it is my great luxury to press play on this video. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene!!