Author: CurvySugarTits

The Lake [MF]

*“So this is the new fur baby of the Wilcox bunch…he wouldn’t make a good guard dog.”*

*“No…so far the only thing I have worked out he is scared of is giant bags of dog biscuits.”*

I giggled.

*“You are here just in time. We won’t officially start until tomorrow but I was about to make lunch. Nothing fancy…just some steak sandwiches. Do you want one?”*

*“Of course…I do like your meat of course…”*

*“Medium rare?”*

*“Of course.”*

He had left the sheet music and lyrics on the table for me to peruse. I once again giggled…my heart leapt into my mouth.

*“I heard that laugh…what is it that pleased you, Kitty?”*

*“Vocals by Stephen Wilcox? Since when?”*

Stephen hated being a vocalist.

*“Since now. Well…last year was the first time I went nude without the vocoder. The vocoder is
banned this time.”*

*”You are not known as a vocalist. You are a brave one and I must say I am so proud of you for overcoming that fear.”*

*“Really?”* Read more »

Immortal Fruits [MF]

Blake had his first art showing at the gallery. It began in January when he started a
series of artworks based on iconic local women. They were all nude in the paintings but the paintings were tastefully done. All through January and February, I wondered how he had got so many of these women to agree to his agenda. The inspiration came from the fact we were in a new decade and that we were *“reborn, spiritually naked, ready for the next level”.* Blake was very capable of being a bit flowery. That is why we love him so much. Most of his artwork had revolved around nude women. He swore it was nothing untoward – it was just something he was good at. When they did life drawings at university, he came out top of the class for his ability to perfectly capture the human curve. Ever since we were eighteen, he had been asking me to pose for him and I always refused. As much as it looks like I like being exposed, there was something that always freaked me out about Blake. Before I agreed to anything, I went to speak to him about my concerns. Blake was always a little upset I didn’t seem to trust his motives. Read more »

The Perfect Five Days [MF][Str8]

Wednesday night was show night. An overnight stay in the city once more. We caught the train and the lads looked like they were keen for a drink beforehand. Me? Not so much.

*“Kitty?”*

It was Blake. Blake was someone who had so much faith in me as a musician, he had been in every band I had ever been in.

*“Yes, darling?”*

*“I want to give you this. We have talked about it. I managed to wrangle an invite for you and Minnie. I am sure only good will come out of it.”*

*“What makes you say that?”*

*“Having met the Master, I am sure he is your type. A lot of other musicians and people into music and you get to wear a pretty dress.”*

*“I am sold then. How often do they have the parties?”*

*“There was one last Thursday night but I didn’t invite you because the Master had a prior engagement. Played the new Monkees album. Dress code is no sloppiness and dress to impress. First of June is the next one.”*

*“So tomorrow. Dress to impress?”* Read more »

The Sex Shop Scenario [MF] [Bi]

I refuse to give into the
belief that sex with a certain person is only interesting for a certain period. I know I banged on
about this on a television documentary several years ago. I already have interesting ways of doing such
things, via an open relationship. Not recommended for everybody.

Seth had been getting to know the neighbourhood and to his delight, he found a rather good
sex shop close by.

*“Miss, shall I go to the sex shop? Message me when I am there. I shall purchase three items of
your choosing and I must use these items at your command. How does that sound?”*

*“Not a bad idea at all. Sounds like fun actually.”*

Off he went, no fear of being recognised. We had only been living in the area a month or so and
we felt like locals already. No one bothered us. No paparazzi to speak of. I sat in the living room with my laptop and my phone close by. Technology is a wonderful thing. I don’t know if I was the quickest adopter of such technologies as the internet and cell phones but the internet was fantastic. I had my headphones on…some good
“modern” beats playing. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I threw the headphones off. Read more »

Healing The Widower [MF]

*“I cannot believe you are here on my turf. I saw people looking. Soon it will be all ‘Oh there goes
that woman from that sex show’. Oh it runs deeper than that.”*

*“Just a little infamy and probably deserved…I am here on a mission and well…I cannot quite fly
you to the moon and back but we can get close!”*

*“Oh it is a mission I want to accept. and I am prepared. I know I may cry and get upset but I do
want heaven of some sort. Like I said, cannot believe you are in my town just for me.”*

I giggled as we got into the car and drove home. Before I knew it, I had arrived. A wooden house
in the forest with four bedrooms and scenic views. The house was feeling empty. They first
bought it in the early ‘70s. One bedroom was an office of sorts. They just leased it out for six
years before returning with just Kirby in tow and by the end of the decade, Kirby had moved
out. It was Stuart alone in a huge house two of the bedrooms had become rooms
for wellness. I could hear the birds. It was peaceful and far more peaceful than anywhere else I
had been in recent times. Read more »