Author: CurvySugarTits

Bach Flower Remedy [MF] [Str8]

*“Oh my god! Kitty! It is one tall drink of water FOR YOU!”*

*“You rang, Sir?”*

*“Oh, Pet! I haven’t called you that for a long time. How are you?”*

*”I am okay. How about you?”*

*“Been better. I suspect Sally has a gentleman caller. I dropped the kids off this morning after we
landed back. She took a very long time to answer the door and she looked…like she had been up to no good. I cannot begrudge her for that. Anyhow, I want you to come up to the chateau tonight. I cannot bear to be alone. I swear this place is haunted when it is just Muesli and I.”*

*“I will let the boys know..and how long am I out there for?”*

*“A few days? You ought to head out there now before the traffic gets too bad. Getting close to
rush hour.”*

*“Good idea. I shall see you later this evening.”* I went to my room and started to fill the overnight bag. Frank returned with Bruce from some outing.

*“Lots of things to tell you but I am heading out to the island this evening.”* Read more »

Pink Wash [FF] [Les] [exh] [voy]

We would be in Palm Springs five weeks later. Jamie went with me everywhere. Jamie not only managed me, but Seth, Stephen, Blake and Minnie as well. Seth and Stephen ended up coming with. He he. As with all commercial flights. Seth and Stephen had to sit together in the exit row. Bonuses to being giants. I was in behind them with Jamie and Minnie. It was a great laugh. Yes, I do rather enjoy the company of Minnie. Minnie, slightly kooky yet beautiful. Kitty, the anxious and somewhat bemused girl exploring her sexuality. We were still friends some thirty-five years later. I needed the company to keep the spirit up on a long eastbound journey. The jet lag was
the worst. We left at lunchtime and arrived in San Francisco at 8 a.m. on the same calendar
day. We did all fall asleep and it was not long before we were on a short flight. Hello Palm
Springs at 9 a.m.! Read more »

Dancing In The Dark [MFM] [Bi] [mast][voy][exh]

Nestled amongst grand green hills washed in sunlight was a vineyard belonging to a Blake Castle. The Blanket Estate had been his since the ‘70s and the older he got, the more time he spent out there. It was isolated but close enough. That is where I was heading. I knew he would be there. Blake went to the vineyard to get peace. He almost never took anybody out there. Was he going to mind? I didn’t tell him I was coming. As I pulled up, I felt hesitation. I saw him pottering around the back deck, sweeping actually. How domesticated. The winds had been high and torn quite a few of the shrubs to pieces. Was this a good idea? He saw the car and ran towards me.

*“Kitty…what are you doing here, I heard a car and thought what the hell…no one ever visits me here. My muse…something must be wrong. I hardly ever have a soul come out here and visit me other than the kids.”*

*“Frank is scaring me and I cannot deal with anybody.”*

*“Not even Seth or Stephen?”*

*“No, Blake. I had to get away from everybody.”* Read more »

Brought To Light [MMF] [Bi] [bdsm]

I spent that night in various states of rest. I remember dreaming about being back at university and how life might have been if Stephen and I had gotten married back in 1971. I would have been spared a lot of anguish but then, the anguish had been well worth it. After all, I had not one, but two companions.

I dreamed about a conversation I had witnessed between Stephen and Don back in the day. It was a debate over a particular band I remembered quite fondly from the late ‘60s. The Monkees were insanely popular. They were also manufactured. Don was sure something so manufactured would not be remembered in any great quality by the time we were 60. Stephen argued that point. He said despite the fact they had coalesced from auditions, each member had a valid talent in music and that the audition process had perhaps been no different from auditioning a single member. Hell, I remember auditioning for Stephen back in the day, even if it was just for kicks. Here we were, forty years later, the Monkees being lauded as rebels of the time and an exemplary example of how well manufactured music worked. Indeed, I believe it was a Monkees album that was being played backstage when I first laid eyes on Stephen. Headquarters! It was an advance copy. Shipped out from America, a full three weeks before public release. He had connections I tell you! Read more »

A Confused Party [MF] [Msub] [Fdom]

It was time to sit back for a while and prepare for a birthday party that came up
sooner than I had imagined. The party was Minnie’s fortieth birthday. The theme was Confused.
Minnie wanted the women to turn up looking like men and the men to turn up looking like
women. I thought the *“men turning into women”* thing was going to be most interesting. When
she sent the invites out, half the crew burst out laughing and the other half looked worried about
their sexuality. She cornered those in the latter group.

*“How is this any different to any other party we have? We theme these things all the time. It is
only a bit of fun. It does not mean you are gay or whatever. I don’t allow shitty thoughts like that
and neither does your hostess, Ms KT. You may even find yourself turned on.”*

A couple of months in the planning and the evening was here. I was looking forward to a wee
blow out of sorts. Jonquil was with me. At age thirteen, she was getting very tall and in fact, she
was already taller than me. Only just though and she looked the same as I did when I was her
age, with her skin just one hue darker. Read more »

Hot August Night [MF]

My diary hit an abrupt end just then. My diary didn’t reveal the full extent of the night’s festivities.

It turns out the boys didn’t listen and I learnt that quickly. I hadn’t listened either. The children were with Bruce for one of the few times I required him while on the road. Yes, of course, I had Bruce when I was on stage, but I quickly snatched my precious trio back. This was one of the few times we had let loose.

Suddenly it was two in the morning and I was sure everyone has retired for the night. There was Frank, Seth and myself. We all decided to crash into the Sandoval accommodations. I kept Frank about my children – damn guilt. I fell through the door, and onto the sofa. I was wedged in the middle, with Frank to my left and Seth to my right. Seth’s wine glass, half full was sitting precariously near the edge of the table, looking as if at a moment’s notice it would fly off the surface and splash all over my pristine carpet. Frank lifted himself out of the distorted sofa and made the first move. I was struck by a moment of clarity. Shit, what if Frank dares mention our conversation of two years ago. I would be mortified. Read more »

Moving Pictures [MF] [MC]

*“Ma, I see you talked to Thalia. I hope you said yes.”*

*“Indeed I did. Why propose such an idea. You are my son, I didn’t think you would want to see me in that light. I remember how deeply embarrassed you were when “Amen” came out.”*

*“Ma – “Amen To That” was groundbreaking TV. Do you remember the director?”*

*“Dawn Garner…no longer with us, I believe.”*

*“Yes, most unfortunate. Drugs don’t discriminate…anyhow, after that show, she was hot property. It is a shame she was extinguished so early. But you should see how it is written about in university media papers. When I studied media studies, “Amen” was cited as a groundbreaking reality program in that sexuality was of course the main centrepiece but it was not overtly blunt…”*

*“Are you shitting me, Jim?”*

I stifled a giggle at the way I was speaking to my oldest child. He was thirty after all!

*“How do you mean, Ma?”*

*“It was so blunt, no holds barred. I did really naughty things. I had an orgasm on camera. I demonstrated on a rubber blow-up doll, you know.”* Read more »

The Twenty-First Birthday Drive [MF]

*“Do we know what we are doing for your twenty-first birthday?”*

*“No. I don’t even think Dad has thought that far ahead. I don’t think he realises he has an adult daughter.”*

*“I wonder if he would be put out if we went on holiday over birthday, Christmas and New Year. I want to do something Stuart did in 1967.”*

*“Which is?”*

*“An epic drive between Cairns and Sydney.”*

*“Can we afford that?”*

*“Yes we can. I was awarded a Christmas bonus early for the work I have done in the
department this year. We couldn’t take on all the enrolments. That and my doctorate have made me a very busy boy and I want time away from everything and everyone so it is just the two of us.”*

*“I like that idea. I don’t have the dependence on family like some do. Dad hardly ever stays with us. He probably thinks the apartment is too small. I think Chris will be upset about me not coming home, but I am sure he will understand.”* Read more »

A Fresh Kick Up The Pants [MF]

There it is was – the mockup of the glass castle. The scene was set in September 1980 during the sessions for the “Ship to Shore” album. It was the first time Stephen and I had worked together so closely. So close we became involved in something akin to phone sex. Without the phone and with it being face to face with no physical contact whatsoever. Naughty Kitty and Stephen! When I think about it now, of course, it was something we shouldn’t have done. As I watched on, I found it so intense. A tear rolled down the side of my face. I walked away for a break and my phone rang…

*”Good afternoon, Minnie.”*

*“I would hate to be annoying, but are you okay, Kitty?”*

*“Oh, my…Lucas Botham is so Stephen Wilcox. Jonquil reacts to Lucas the same way I react to Stephen. I have often wondered…does Jonquil see in these men what I saw in mine?”*

*“Probably not, they are just acting. Acting must be so hard. All this pretend and you may not even like the person. May not even be attracted to him. Does Jonquil have a type?”* Read more »

The Calm Before The Storm [MF]

Stuart Zinzan Wilcox – that name Zinzan only ever
seems to appear in a couple of families. The Wilcox family were one. He was turning fifty-five shortly. Had I seen a lot of him since he returned to the area almost two years ago? Not really. We caught up but it was usually at family gatherings. He was a busy man with his business Hot Stones booming all over the country. He was called upon to be an authority on things such as massage of all kinds. He was quick to stress that the tantra stuff was not all about being erotic but the freeing and relaxation from within. I believed him too. I had seen him on TV several times explaining exactly what the yoni and lingam were and I would sit there with my
mouth ajar. I actually visited him at least twice a week but it was purely for a bog standard body massage. Such things were becoming increasingly important as I started to stress out about the book launch. He suggested I come over and get out of the environment of home. Read more »