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Birthday Girl [MF]

I met Catherine ten years ago – she was slinging drinks at a cocktail bar, the bestie of a girl I was seeing for all of two months. We hung out as a trio a few times way back forever ago, and Catherine was super fun to be with as we went about finding sweet beaches and chasing sunsets for that summer.

Eventually that girl and I treaded our own paths, but I kept in contact with Catherine through the years. Times being what they are, most of the connection was perfunctory on our social media, but occasionally we’d run into each other out and about on the town, sharing a drink, talking about days gone by, and always intending to go find some sunsets to watch sometime.

Except, we were both pretty bad at making that happen.

Same old story.

Busy lives.

Ships passing in the night.

The fog of modern living.

As many of us can kind of relate, there was a time two years ago when uncertainty hit us all in strange ways. The want for a sense of connection. The desire to feel something else. The throb of dread that things have forever changed. We all dealt with it in different ways. Read more »

[MF] It’s just begun

I get myself into strange situations, but I rarely regret them. A memory that sticks strong in my mind is the night I met Isa and Clare. It’s a GWS tale entirely of its own, but it’s not the story I want to share today. I can tell it in brief for now, just to frame the next bit with a little context.

I was out with a friend, and Isa and Clare were in earshot – my friend was going through the last throes of a literary course, and we were having some cognac fueled argument about Dostoevsky. Hardly the conversation that you’d think cause persuasion, but in short, Isa and Clare, being literary students themselves, found themselves hooked on the banter.

My friend bowed out of the chat in due time, and to keep this aside short, Isa and Clare decided to come back and continue the conversation back at my apartment’s hot tub – where I fucked them both, and had ourselves some fun well and truly until the next day.

Oddly enough, this actually became a catalyst for a long time friendship, and I’m still friends with both to this day, but we don’t really explain to other people about the first time we met. That’s our secret, I suppose. Read more »

[MF] Reeled In

I had a female friend corner me one night, recently newly single, and she started a frank discussion with me. The subject being that she had heard along the grapevine that I loved going down on women, and I had a particular knack for it.

She bluntly asked if she could experience it with me, just once.

I obliged, and we went back to her place.

I did everything I could muster, and put on my best suit for performance. It lasted hours.

After that bout, she says “Y’know, I’m actually a bit disappointed”.

I was shocked, humbled, but open to hear further criticism.

“I think you’re just going to have to do it again”.

I took the bait, hurt, and once again, went out about my best.

Afterwards, she says “Still not convinced”.

And then I realised what she was doing.

Smart woman.

[MF] A Little Christmas Cheer

I catch the bus occasionally to work – the 8am in, 5pm out (on those rare days that I finish vaguely on time) office crowd. My office is right in the middle of the Central Business District of my city, and one of the small joys I can take away from the bustle of the office crowd is the pride and joy people take in what they wear to work.

That is, in a corporate and government environment, people whose identities are distilled into titles, positions, departments and roles love the opportunity to express their core individuality through fashion. In particular, I absolutely adore the women I see everyday going to and from work in an amazing array of sharply cut dresses, intensely intricate stockings, and lip-bitingly hot heels.

It’s hard to keep it cool sometimes, and harder still to fight the temptation of breaking that workplace focus and anonymity. Although I don’t find hard to break the ice in any social situation, I’ve always erred on the side of caution when it comes to spaces where really it’s people just trying to get through their day. Read more »

[MF] She asked me to to come down her throat

I have a tendency to share experiences that bear some sort of weight – but I do like keeping a diverse range of memories in my head, so I thought I’d just share a quick slice that I remember so vividly.

She brought me to her apartment after a long night of dirty flirting that certainly toed the line of what I generally considerable acceptable decorum. She was a high end solicitor type, the kind that worked 80 hours a week, and never anytime for herself. We had crossed paths a few times, and this time we managed to make the most of it.

Her apartment was exquisite, her bedroom perfectly immaculate, and in turn, fittingly, this was a finely sculpted woman (as the only outlet she could find time for was an daily hour or so visit to her apartment complex’s gym). She stood at the foot of her bed as she undressed, then lay down, with her head over the edge of the bed, face up the ceiling.

“I want you to come down my throat” is all she said – with that perfectly firm and authoritative voice of hers. Read more »

[MF] Twenty Years Later…

We exchanged a sly smile as we spotted each other across the bar. Lauren had that same cheeky smile she had in high school, replete with those freckles and dimples. She tipped her martini glass in my direction to motion cheers from afar, and I responded by touching lips to the edge of my whiskey glass for a brief moment, before returning with a similar gesture.

And then I blew her a kiss – just like we always did when whenever she got off the bus home we shared.

Back then, we never made anything of it. Just on the bus cutesiness, is how I always perceived it. Then it struck me, as I autopiloted with this deeply set muscle memory … that maybe it actually meant more than that to her. Time stopped as this hit me. My mind burned with the possibility, and cursed at how potentially oblivious I had been for so long.

I then decided that, well, it was a good a time as any to settle such a thought. Only feigning hesitation for a moment, I boldly strolled to her side of the room. Read more »

Holiday Mode [MF]

It’s been some time since Sara and I have seen each other.

We meet up as often as we can, but we’re separated by great distances, so every so often our holiday periods coincide, and we make the most of it. We managed to land two weeks in the middle of the year, and so we’re off gallivanting. I’d say there’s a few stories on the way from this particular sojourn.

We always choose somewhere in Asia, as it’s a nice halfway point, and our money goes pretty far when it comes to staying at interesting places. For the last three days, we’ve holed up in a little boutique hotel. Top floor, and there’s no other rooms around, so it makes for some quality catch up time.

Sara works in a fairly stress heavy environment. Lots of early mornings, late nights, and rare weekends kind of job. Terribly responsible at a high level, and so when holiday time rolls around, she prefers to embrace the lazy side. When she does have moments free from work, when at home, she focuses her leftover attention and energy into the gym. Which, well, suits me just fine, as cuts herself a fine figure. Feminine through and through, and an ass I can worship in the confines of a luxury hotel room. Read more »

Feeling Is Mutual [MF]

Kel and I met on a dating site years ago. Pre-Tinder days, for those who remember. It was one of those sites that you fill in an enormous amount of questions and tick a million boxes, which makes the act of finding a partner akin to doing taxes. This same site managed to give me a 98% match with someone who I was pretty more was my most recent ex-girlfriend. Kel and I weren’t far off either, something like a 95% match.

We were both at an odd place in our lives, just out of relationships, but both social types that just wanted the opportunity to meet a fresh face. It worked out, but in different ways we imagined. We went out on a few dates (ie. went out in bar crawls and got horrifically slaughtered a few times), had a generally good rapport, and kept in close contact.

One night, we were just talking about it, and both came to the conclusion that we weren’t really looking for love in our lives at the point, and decided it best for both of us to stay as friends. We’ve been very close friends ever since, but with a twist. Read more »