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Sordid time travel

May 12, 2005

So over on Jefferson’s blog, he felt the need to write a post entitled “Program Notes,” which gives a bit of the who-what-where of our little corner of the blogosphere. Be sure to read through the comments - or don’t, because I’m going to fill you in. I’ve known Jane and Jefferson for going on four years now - and about two years ago, Jefferson and I started exchanging emails that essentially became the inspiration for these here blogs. E-pack rat that I am, I have an archive of these emails. There was one in particular that he got excited about, and became the reason that we started archiving the tales. I’ve reproduced this gem for your amusement below.

Oh, but first, some clarification on the timeline. This email was written while I was dating Dirck (had been seeing him 6 months) and Jake (started seeing him in July 2003). A few weeks later, Jake would have an awkward date with Jane, and then in December he started dating my roommate and he and I parted ways. Jake and Jefferson would also be introduced for the first time in December 2003 (though Jake didn’t remember that when he began attending Jefferson’s parties in fall 2004).

Anyway:

Sent: Thursday, September 11, 2003 5:35 PM
Subject: Re: distractions

I like how you’ve managed to use the phrase “jump the shark” in every email you’ve written since you decided that you needed to over-use that phrase. OK, so I’m sorry about being a flake and following the whims of my libido. Well, really, not that sorry. [nb: in a previous email exchange, I’d explained my absence from a gallery opening by saying “Who needs art when I can get cock?” Instead of meeting up with Jefferson at the opening, I’d been out fucking Dirck]

I’ll make up for it by telling you a little story, not about last night, but about the night before that. After the Gatewood talk at MoSex, I got dinner with Jane, her freshman roommate, my roommate and my #2 boy Jake. Afterwards, Jake said that it was a bit late to go back to Brooklyn with me, so would I like to accompany him to his midtown office. Of course I would.

So I signed in to the guest book, saying that I was there to do “server maintenance” and we made our way upstairs. He showed me around the fancy office and then we started making out on a big table in the meeting room, which is sort of in the middle of the more public part of the office. And off came our shirts, as well as my bra and glasses. He then grabbed me and carried me back to his office, where things got dirtier. And being the nasty flirt I am, I was teasing him a bit too much, which merited a very vigorous spanking - my ass still shows evidence of said spanking. Sometimes purple is a good color for me.

And so the spanking is happening, I’m naked and being rather vocal - and we hear a vacuum. Its the cleaning lady. Jake gets really nervous, tells me to be quiet and he rummages around in his bag and gets his gym shirt and goes out to collect our clothes, which the cleaning lady has very nicely folded. He comes back and says that we should be quiet and lie low for a while. But I won’t take no for an answer, so off come his pants and I sit him down in his chair and go to town on him. And every time he makes evven the slightest noise, I slap him across the face and tell him to be good.

Then I can’t stand it anymore, so I jump on top of him, and we go nuts in his chair, with lots of fun dirty talk - whispered, vacuum cleaner still in the background. For example, I say “I’m going to come so hard you’ll be smelling me for weeks and your chair is still going to be wet tomorrow” and then I deliver. The boy couldn’t keep his mouth shut, even with the slapping, so I pulled his tongue out of his mouth and held it for a while. When I got tired of that, I gagged him with my thong, which did the trick, though in the midst of this, he sunk his teeth into my hand, which is beginning to look nasty today.

So he throws me on the floor, uh, not so quietly, and I can tell he’s ready to come, so I tell him he isn’t allowed to come inside me, so he best pull out, take the condom off, come on my tits, and then lick up every drop. Which he does. Good boy. So we talk a while, he plays me a bunch of music, and then he demonstrates his skill at deep-throating a ten inch dildo, which is quite the impressive feat and gets me going all over again.

Round two, the cleaning lady is gone, we fuck in a doorway. He bends me over and fucks me hard, but I yell at him and tell him he isn’t plowing me hard enough, what the fuck is wrong with him, don’t I make him hot, and that ignites the fire. He turns me around, lifts me up and slams me against the wall, pinning me there - now its his turn to be the dom. He tells me what a filthy slut I am, how cocky I am to think I can push him around and make him lap up his own come, and how he isn’t going to let me come. And he keeps pushing me really close to orgasm and then backing off and laughing at me, until I’m begging for it. And then he lets me come and we scream and disentangle ourselves and realize the cleaning lady is still there, not vacuuming but cleaning the glass on the windows at the other end of the office.

Posted by Dacia at May 12, 2005 03:46 AM

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