#so uh. best not to push this appt off i think.

[slippery-minghus]

it's like, i don't mind the crazy busy days at work, but my body and brain just can't handle it well. i've upgraded from Jiggly Leg to Super Jiggly Leg, and my brain feels like swiss cheese. i'm holding more tension in my shoulders than i have in months. i'm okay, but whew i can't keep up with this sort of thing

[lightning-writes]

good heart (faulty machine of a man) - 14/30

fic summary: bucky meets someone at therapy

chapter summary: bucky tries to find support (alternatively, bucky is a big flirt)

word count: 1880

tags: post endgame, pre tfatws, slow burn, canon divergent, canon compliant, au

warnings: suicide mention, panic attack

a/n: flirty!bucky will never not be my fav!

AO3 MASTERLIST X

At his hearing, Bucky was told that missing therapy is like missing a parole meeting. So, when Raynor allows him to miss their session, it feels like a trap. In a way, it is, because she tells him that she wants him to attend a support group instead and have the moderator sign a form.

“A support group for what?” he’d asked on the phone that morning.

“Pick a trauma.” When he protests and tries to think of a way out of it, Raynor has thought of all the excuses and tricks. “James, just try it.”

She sends him an email with a list of locations and the types of groups she thinks might be helpful to him. He sees one in a school in Greenpoint and decides this is the one.

Rue: hey 4:13 pm

Rue: you’re not on the appt book 4:13 pm

Rue: are you okay 4:14 pm

Rue: is that allowed 4:14 pm

Rue: are you on some sort of avengers mission lol 4:17 pm

Rue: no offense but are there even avengers anymore? 4:39 pm

Rue: i mean ig there’s clint but that’s it? 4:41 pm

Bucky: Raynor is making me go to a support group 5:30 pm

Bucky: Sorry, I just got off the train 5:35 pm

Bucky: I just got here gtg 5:49 pm

Rue: good luck 5:52 pm

After he surveys the school, exits and such, he steps into the back of the meeting. It’s in a large classroom, looks like a music room, and all the chairs face the front of the classroom, toward a podium. The person talking, a short woman with short hair, falters mid sentence when she sees him. He averts his eyes from the few turning to him now, tugging his cap down lower. He finds a seat in the back. She’s talking about her late sister, who was killed by a drunk driver.

“Thank you for sharing, Tessa.” Another woman stands, addressing the room. She looks like a shrink, flowing beige cardigan and pants, braids pinned in a crown. “Does anyone else want to share?” No one volunteers. “Hank, you mentioned something before the meeting. Would you like to share that with everyone else?”

Hank, a man in his sixties, hesitates before hauling himself to his feet. His foot. He has a prosthetic and a cane. The metal clicking sound as he walks to the front feels familiar to Bucky.

“Hey everyone.”

“Hi Hank,” the room greets.

“I’d been coming to this group since my Carrie passed, but uh, another one bites the dust.” His laugh is weak, but some people humor him. “My buddy, Reese, he… he took his life this past Sunday.”

People murmur condolences. Bucky studies Hank, the way his breathing is labored, the downcast of his eyes, the way he clutches his cane and leans into its support.

“We served together,” Hank starts. “He was something of a superstar… and a real people’s person. Every commanding officer loved him like their own son… and he’s the reason I’m still here.” Hank pats his metal leg. “You know, out of all of us, Reese seemed to be the last person we’d ever think there was something going on. He,” his voice breaks as tears start rolling down his leather face, “he re-integrated the best out of all of us. His girl, Maggie, had been his rock overseas and the reason he made it this far.”

(A flash of… something rises in Bucky. He feels his skin prickle with it. He pushes it down. He doesn’t know how much more of this he can handle.)

“Reese was one of the people, uh, ‘dusted’, they say, and when he returned, he found out he had cancer. Lung cancer.” Hank is openly crying now. “And he… he didn’t want to be a burden to ol’ Maggie, so he…”

The group therapy gets up and puts a steady hand on Hank’s shaking shoulder. She whispers something in his ear, her hand moving against his back. He nods, taking the back of his hand to wipe his face.

“Reese was my hero, my brother. It feels like a piece of me is missing, and now I’m left with no one.”

The therapist starts to say something to the whole group about social support and emergency resources, but Bucky’s out in the hall before he hears the end. He blindly opens his phone, to check the time, but clicks the notification.

Rue: you wanna get dinner? 6:45 pm

(He goes to type his answer, but his fingers are trembling. Memories of Steve ebb through his mind, waves of nostalgia and grief and bitter hurt chasing them. He barrels out of the hall, into the playground area.)

“Bucky?” he hears in his hands. Dilated eyes land on his phone. He realizes he called her. He puts the phone to his ear. “Bucky, are you okay?”

(His voice is unreliable. His chest tightens. He’s embarrassed. He’s panicked.)

“James,” Rue prompts softly, “draw a square with your finger. On a table, on your leg, on the floor. Are you doing it?”

He sits on the asphalt, near a seesaw, and runs his trembling finger against the ground. The grit under his skin feels good.

“I’m going to assume yes,” her voice is light. “On the down stroke, inhale… when you go across, hold that breath. On the up stroke exhale… when you go across, hold again.”

He hears her lead by breathing in the same pattern. It reminds him of the first time they officially met. He follows silently. She tells him to keep drawing the square, to focus on the way his chest rises and falls, to focus on his feeling under his finger as he draws.

“You’re safe, Bucky,” she whispers. He takes a shaky breath. “You with me, old man?” He huffs a chuckle, hearing the smile in her voice. “Where are you? Let me meet you.”

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“God, you are so intense.”

Bucky looks to his left and sees Rue. She’s wearing all black - black coat over black sweater, black jeans, and combat boots - but an easy smile. Her face is fresh and pink from the cold.

(It’s only on the way back to the subway, he realizes they’d been matching.)

“You’re so…” She tilts her head down, looks through her brows, and devoids her features of amusement.

“I’m vigilant.”

“You’re off the clock.” She loops her arm through his. “C’mon, I’m craving a burger.”

They find themselves in a chain burger place, where Rue flirts with the young cashier. His already ruddy face reddens more. Bucky sees her wink at him as she tips him.

“Do you flirt with everyone?”

(The question surprises them both, but he sees the delight in her dark eyes.)

“Are you jealous, James?” Her eyes search his unyielding face. “I’d flirt with you, but I don’t think you’d be able to handle it.”

“I could keep up.” Her eyebrows shoot up at his sure tone; he shrugs.

(There’s a shift between them, he notices, and it’s easier. It’s like they broke through the seal of whatever held either of them back. He’s not sure whether it’s their vulnerability or all events leading to this moment, but he’s not complaining.)

The waitress running out orders passes them, skirt flitting past. Bucky notices her legs.

“Okay, ladies’ man.” He knows his answer made her falter. Or maybe, she caught him checking out the waitress. “Show me what you’ve got, then.”

“Well, that would be inappropriate,” he says, putting on a pious tone. He gives her a teasing look. “HIPAA and all that.”

“Right,” she drawls. She looks unfazed, but he wonders if that’s a mask. She spots something over his shoulder, so she says, “Flirt with the server. If you get her number, it’ll prove you still got the moves.”

Bucky stares at her a second too long. Rue doesn’t flinch.

“I’m not going to flirt with someone unsolicited.”

“Trust me, it’ll be solicited.” 

(Bucky raises an eyebrow. Are you saying she’ll be interested or are you saying you’d be interested? he thinks)

She raises one back. “Unless you’re scared.”

Bucky heaves a sigh and rolls his eyes. He might be acting accosted by this whole affair, but his interest is finally piqued.

(He finally feels powerful, knowing this is an area in which he excels.)

He glances over at the waitress again. She seems about the same age as Rue. Her long thin braids are pulled back and held with a bright green elastic. She has a bright smile as she interacts with a family of three, parents and a young child. She leans to place a plate in front of the child. Her skirt lifts in the back, exposing more of her brown legs.

“Okay.”

He’s game. He squares his shoulders and runs a hand through his hair. Rue tries to hide her unbridled interest behind a mildly amused expression. When she schools her features, he knows that means she’s up. The same leggy waitress comes over and sorts out their food.

“Aren’t you cold, doll?” Bucky asks, leaning back in his chair easily. He lets her see him drag his gaze up her legs.

“Um,” she instantly flustered, “it’s part of the uniform.” She tries to smile, but he can see the mild panic in her eyes. “I’m running around anyway.”

He relaxes his stare to something more sensuous. “That you are.”

(If she turns her attention to Rue for help, he’ll stop. If she looks at him, even briefly, he’ll continue.)

“Is there anything else I can get for you guys?” she asks. Her eyes flit to him, then lower.

“Nothing you can give us right now,” Bucky says. He notices the way her breath catches at the base of her throat. “What was your name again?”

“Evie.” She plays with a braid idly, their gazes connect. He smirks.

“Evie,” he repeats slowly. “Thank you, Evie. We’ll let you know when we need you.”

“My pleasure.”

(His eyes tell her it will be. She gets the message, bolder now. He notices the way her hips swing as she walks away.)

“What the shit,” Rue hisses. She’s fanning herself with her hand dramatically. She’s on the verge of laughter, shock written over her features. “That was the most intense smolder I’ve ever seen. Are you a fucking vampire? Holy shit.”

Bucky shrugs. He reminds her, “I was a spy. I had to be both invisible and extremely noticeable… whatever the occasion calls for.” He picks up his burger and bites into it.

She follows suit, humming in delight as she does. “God, I love this place.”

Evie returns, approaching like a ghost. “I, um, brought extra napkins,” her flustered act is back, “in case you need them.”

“Thank you, darling,” he smiles like a shark.

(Involuntarily, his eyes pass over her once more.)

“James,” Rue is laughing. She’s rifling through the napkins until she gets to the last one. “You did it, you’ve still got it.” She hands him the napkin.

(He sees the loopy blue letters of Evie’s name and a phone number. There’s a light brown kiss over it. It also says, so you can warm me up.)

[titsoutforkapanen]

I do love you Pt 6

I really like this chapter! I hope you do too!

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It had been about 2 weeks since Parker was born and Today was his first doctors appointment. I got up early to feed Parker, letting Auston sleep since he’s been busy with pre-season training. We needed to leave in 45 minutes so I walked over to the bed, lightly rubbing Auston’s arm. “Hey, babe you have to get up we have to leave soon” He sat up rubbed his face before kissing me. “I have training after so we have to take separate cars” he said as he brushed his hair. “Okay, I’m going to go downstairs and make breakfast. Auston’s parents and sisters left to go stay in a hotel giving us some time to just be with the baby. I set Parker in his swing as I started making oatmeal and toast for me and Auston. He came down and we ate, before putting Parker in his carseat and walking down to the parking garage.

I was in the waiting room wondering where Auston was since he claimed to be right behind me. Right when I was about to call him he walked in carrying two coffees. “Sorry I’m late. I wanted to surprise you with coffee” he said kissing my forehead. “It’s fine we haven’t been called back yet” I took a drink of my coffee rocking Parkers car seat with my foot. It was only a few minutes later when we heard “Matthews” being called. We got up following the nurse to the back. “So, we need to strip him down to his diaper and weigh him, measure him and then take his temperature then you’ll meet with the doctor. Once the nurse was done she showed us to the exam room where we could wait for the doctor. Soon enough the doctor entered the room. He told us about what shots Parker would be getting and what other things he was going to be checking. He checked Parkers eyes and ears and we talked about how he was eating and it came time for the shots. “So, I’m going to have one of you hold Parker so he doesn’t move when I’m giving him the vaccines. I do always warn my parents that this could be rough to watch so sometimes dad will hold the baby so mom can focus on something else” he said looking to me and Auston. “I’ll be fine” I said smiling picking Parker up. The doctor was pulling out the syringes and the vaccines organizing them on the table. As soon as I saw the needles I shuddered at the thought of those going into Parker. I looked to Auston knowing I was going to start crying at any minute now. When Auston looked at my eyes he knew what was happening “Let me take him, Hazy” he offered reaching for Parker. I handed Parker to him and got off of the table. Auston sat where I was before and held Parker against his chest. I stood beside Auston holding onto his bicep. The doctor walked up and started feeling around on Parkers thighs. When he found a good spot he took the cap off of the syringe and lined it up with his leg. As soon as the needle touched his leg I pushed my face in to Auston’s arm. Tears started falling as soon as I heard Parkers little cries fill the room. I kept my face in Auston’s arm till the doctor said he was finished. I pulled my face away to see Parker with 4 small bandaids on his thighs. Auston looked over at me suppressing a chuckle when he sees my tears. “It’s not funny Auston” I said wiping my tears with my sleeve. “I know… I know I’m sorry” He said quickly kissing me. The doctor told me when we would have to come back and information about the vaccines that Parker got. We walked out to the parking lot, Auston put Parker in my car before kissing me and pulling me in for a hug. “I’ll see you after training” he kissed me again, this time more passionate a hand snaking its way down to my butt. “We’re in a parking lot, Auston” I whispered laughing. “How much longer?” “3 and a half weeks, babe” I sent him a wink getting into the driver's seat. Auston shut my door before he walked over to his own car.

I was sitting in our living room feeding Parker when I heard my phone start ringing. I answered, annoyed because Parker was almost asleep but now he was wide awake again enjoying his milk.

“Hello?” “Is this Hazy” “This is, and who is this?” “This is Mark, I work with the PR team for the Leafs” “uh okay what can I do for you?” “I need you to come to the arena asap” “Uh okay. I’ll be there soon” I said before he hung up the phone. I pulled Parker off quickly burping him and getting him ready to leave. Before I could walk out of the door I got a notification from my email. I looked and saw that my name had been mentioned in an article a Maple Leafs News site posted.

“KAPANEN RUMORED TO BE THE BIOLOGICAL FATHER TO MATTHEW’S SON”

I could feel my heart drop and tears fill up in my eyes. My phone started ringing again Ema’s contact showed up. “Ema I don’t know what to do” I cried feeling my breath start to quicken. “We’re on our way, Mija we’ll be there in 5 minutes” “Okay” I said ending the call. I went to Auston’s contact trying to call him. I was sent to voicemail. I tried calling Kappy and I was sent to voicemail. I was pacing the apartment with tears streaming down my eyes when the door opened to reveal Ema, Brian and the girls. It was quicker than a blink of an eye and I was wrapped in the embrace of Ema. I felt myself start crying harder trying to explain it to Ema. “Hun this is not your fault” she said pulling away and wiping my tears. “They just called and wanted me at the arena” I croaked. “We have Parker you can go” she said bending down to unbuckle Parker. I grabbed my keys and rushed to the arena.

AUSTONS POV

Mitch, Partick and I decided to go to lunch after training. I was on my way to my car when Mitch ran up to me. “So I invited Willy and I think Kappy is coming with him” he mumbled. “Seriously Mitch?” I groaned unlocking my trunk throwing my bag inside. I went to get in and Mitch was just standing there. “Well are you coming with or no?” I asked as he rushed to the passenger seat.

We got to the restaurant and ordered our food waiting for it to be brought out. I was scrolling through instagram when I seen that Hazy had posted.

INSTAGRAM

Hazy_Dawn: Baby P had his first dr appt this morning. You know I cried when he got his shots 😭

I smiled at how cute they were showing Mitch my phone. “Dude look aren’t they adorable?” I smiled. “We had to bring Parker to the doctor this morning for his first check up and he hated the shots man. Hazy started crying and I mean, I almost did too” I said as Willy leaned over my shoulder looking at my phone. We were talking about the new draftees when Kappy interrupted the conversation. “I want to see Parker” Everyone stopped talking and looked to Kappy. “Excuse me?” I asked looking to him. “I want to see Parker” “Okay, you dumbass. You signed your rights away and I’m in the process of adopting him so I guess you’re shit out of luck” I scoffed looking back down to my phone. “Are you kidding me, Auston?” he said louder than he should’ve. “No I’m not kidding. You’re lucky she let you see him in the hospital” I said staring him down. “He’s my kid Auston! Just because you flew in and are playing Daddy doesn’t mean you can cut me off” he shouted getting the attention of the other people sitting around us. “You fucking idiot you just shouted to everyone that it’s not my kid. You knew Hazy didn’t want people to know” I growled standing up. Kappy stood up seemingly trying to fight. I walked outside and heard the guys following me. As soon as Kappy was outside the door I threw a punch, landing it on his cheek bone. “Leave my family alone” I shouted pushing his shoulders. “It’s not even your family, Auston! It’s mine” He yelled throwing a punch. Before I could hit him again Willy stood in between us. “You two just shouted to the world that it’s Kappy’s kid. We need to go back and tell Kyle. Now”. I walked over to my car, Mitch following me.

When we got to Kyle’s office he was already pacing the floor. “You two best be ready for Hazy’s anger because she’s on her way here” he said as Kappy and I sat down. I sighed hanging my head. “It’s already in the news, you guys” People have already picked it up” he groaned as we heard the door open.

HAZYS POV

I stomped into Kyle’s office both boys turning to face me. “Are you two fucking kidding me?” I said tears falling down my cheeks. Kyle walked over to me handing me a tissue. “Fuck you both. I cannot believe you two would let this get out!” “Hazy, I just want to see Parker” Kappy said looking at me. “No, we’ve been over this” I shouted. Kappy stood up walking towards me but when he got close enough I raised my hand slapping him. “You signed your rights away which means NO RIGHTS” I yelled. “And YOU” I said pointing to Auston. “You just thought it would be a good idea to fight him in public?!” “I know you’re mad but what he was saying was making me so mad” he said with his head hanging. “The public knows hes not yours now! Look at our social medias! It’s all over our comments!” I yelled as the tears kept falling down my cheeks. “Fuck you Auston” I said walking out of the office.

[brit-kor-french]

My stomach is churning as I’m typing this. Today I will tell Max it’s over. Of course I’m too chicken to do it over a Skype call, but once I explain what just happened this past Wednesday,...you’ll understand why.

Things have been WAY too tense at my parent’s house in the past few months. It had reached such a boiling point that I was looking into options of moving out this summer once my son was done with his school year. Unfortunately, because of the income I make and having to split it between two people (my son and I) and the fact that my son’s father has not been consistent with his child support payments recently, I have had to bite the bullet and deal with things since my income doesn’t break the 3x the rent amount bracket. Cost of living in the state I live sucks! It’s so freakin’ expensive here. Rent has gone up at least $500 since the last time I had an apartment when I was last living here back in ‘11. Max knew that things were getting intense at my parent’s house and how it was affecting not only me but my schooling as well. About 2 and a half weeks ago, my mom said that she wanted to talk to me and have a heart-to-heart while my son and dad were at church on a Thursday evening. We discussed things and she said she would lay off and try to not stress me out. So, at one point she said “so, how are things between you and Max?” I said “they’re going great.” She replied “well, that’s good. I’m happy for you. But, how do you know that he doesn’t have someone out there with him in France?” To be honest, I was extremely pissed at her remark. I couldn’t believe she would insinuate such a thing. Max and I talk daily and have so for 10 months now. She has chatted with him on a few Skype calls herself and during her time before and after surgery he has prayed for her on Skype calls. For some reason, her words lingered and for days I couldn’t shake it off. 

The following weekend, Max saw that I was a bit preoccupied and asked if everything was okay. I mentioned how things were at the house and with school and Bryce’s grades not doing so well...it was like everything was happening all at once. At the end, I caved in and mentioned the remark to Max about what she had said. “What? She said that? Does she think that because I say I’m going to do pentanque on the weekends and am gone for hours on end?” I said “oh no...I don’t think it’s that...I think she knows how pretty European women can be over there and she probably thinks that you would be attracted to someone locally.” It didn’t hit me until a few moments later that Max said what he said. Wait a minute...hold up...did he just imply that he’s not at pentanque and doing something else??? I decided to brush that nagging thought off and he said “do you want me to talk to your Mom and convince her that it’s not the case?” “Oh no, honey. Don’t be silly.” 

The following week I was looking up some ideas on Pinterest on how to strengthen relationships that are long distance. One item on the list was “create an Instagram to share memories with each other until you are able to close the gap.” “Wow, what an awesome idea!” I thought to myself and decided to ask Max about it at work. (I’m typing this on my computer because I typed up a freakin’ entire post through my cell app and the whole thing kept saying “oops..we’ve encountered an error” as it was posting and I was unable to post...so I will be posting the photos in my next post from my phone so you can see what he has been posting in Skype) Max’s reaction to my question about creating an Instagram account didn’t sit well with me at all. “Being discreet on the net??? What is that supposed to mean?” Then it dawned on me...Skype was the only platform that Max and I spoke on... That weekend I asked Max about branching outside of Skype. Nope. Why put other apps on his old version phone and waste too much data? Let’s just stick with Skype. Besides, he can access Skype on all of his electronics: phone, tablet, and computer. If there wasn’t Skype we’d be chatting on something like “WhatsApp” according to him. Say what??? Okay Max...now things are starting to get strange... I asked about Facebook and he said “nope. I have to keep it semi-professional. My boss and coworkers are my friends on there. I can’t have it be all mushy and stuff.” Ooookkkkkaaaayyyyy *speechless*

At this point, I started to confide in my best friends and coworkers and all of their answers came to the same conclusion: something is going on...something’s not adding up. Why is he rejecting Instagram? Why Facebook? Why hasn’t he asked you to be friends with him on Facebook if he’s had an account for a while now? How long have you been talking? 10 months? That doesn’t sound right for him not to be introducing you to his family and friends by now...

So, Wednesday I was in so much pain with my back and that had lingered on for about 2 weeks, that I was able to schedule a sick appointment with my primary care dr. I had let Max know about this appt and he was very concerned, so he said he wanted to chat with me on Wednesday night after I got home. I had taken my anti-inflammatory and muscle relaxer and was trying to find a comfortable spot in bed after having sat at my desk chair for 8.5 hours at work. Max called me and could see that I was in a tremendous amount of pain. He knew that I wasn’t feeling well and was asking if everything was okay. I let him know that I was dealing with it and had just taken some medicine. To try and shift my pain level onto something more pleasant, I mentioned to Max that I was wanting to get to know him better. “We’ve been talking for 10 months now. I know that we talk every day, but yet I feel like I hardly know anything about you.” “What do you mean by that? What do you want to know about me?” “Well, I don’t even know where you live. I don’t know the company you work for or what you do at your job. If someone were to ask me about you, I would probably be stuttering because I can’t bring to memory a lot of details about you.” So, at this point, Max decides to put it back on me “Well, I don’t know where you work either or what you do...” (which is an absolute lie because he knew I worked at a call center because he would always text during my day time asking if I was on a call or busy with an income of calls. I also had sent him a screenshot of a letterhead from the VP of our company we received from our big boss about cell phone usage and how this would impact how often I would be able to communicate with him during the day to make sure I wouldn’t get in trouble at work) So, I pushed that to the side and he got really angry and said “Do you have a boyfriend? Are you seeing someone locally there?” “No, Max! I would never do that to you!” “Well, you certainly may be asking me questions like this. Why are you asking such weird questions? You’re making me uncomfortable.” “I just want to get to know you better. I want to be more involved in your life and feel like I’m more a part of it.” “So you think I have a girlfriend on Facebook. Is that it? Is that why you want me to add you on Facebook? You want to make sure I don’t have a girlfriend???” “No, Max! I never said that!” “Well, I already told you that it’s semi-professional since my boss and my coworkers are my friends on there. Even if I was to add you on Facebook, I wouldn’t allow you to post any hearts or any of that romance garbage on there. I had an ex do that to me in the past and it embarrassed the sh*t out of me!” “I wouldn’t post that stuff on there if you didn’t want me to...” “Do you want my Skype password?” “WHAT?!?!?! No, Max! It’s not about that...” “You don’t want my Skype username and password so you can see who I’m chatting with?” “No, Max!” “What about Facebook. You want my password so that so you can see who I’m friends with on there?” “MAX!!! I said I DON’T need that! It’s not about having passwords, it’s about being included more in your life and getting to know more about your family and friends.” “Give me your Skype password.” “WHAT?!?!?!?!” “Give me your password.” “It’s been so long since I’ve signed in with it. I have it automatically saved. Uh...I don’t know if it’s right, but here it is....” “Okay, here’s my Skype username/password. Sign out and sign back in within five minutes. Don’t be changing sh*t or posting anywhere on it!” “Max, I wouldn’t do that!” So, I logged out and waited 5 minutes. I logged back in and asked if the password had worked. He said no. I never logged in to his account. I didn’t feel right doing so. By this time it was like 2:30am his time. I kept telling him he needed to get his sleep for work and he kept blaming me for keeping him up this late. I replied “Max, I said we could talk more about it this weekend...” “No, I play pentanque on the weekends all day and by the time I get home I’m too exhausted!” Okay...so now you’re saying that you’re too busy to chat with me on the weekends??? So, he mentioned about how Facebook was his “private garden” and that it was off limits and he needed privacy. That Asian people are very private and that I probably had a misunderstanding about his intentions. I said “You told me you were very romantic when we first started talking. You said if we were in a room together you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of me.” “Yeah, in a room alone. You should be lucky I’m not an Asian living in an Asian country...they’re hardly romantic, period. I’m not as bad as them, but I don’t do PDA.” So then he goes on this rant about how he’s Mormon and he hasn’t asked me to conform to “their standards” and that he needs to be an individual and that with me being a Christian that I have my own standards and I wouldn’t expect him to conform to mine, right? (well, I would never force my beliefs on anyone, but he told me he was raised Christian and mentioned that as his upbringing when we first started chatting, so I thought he was on board with how I believed, also) So, then he saw that I was crying and said “I think my friends are right...maybe I am holding you ‘as a prisoner.’ You don’t seem happy...” But yet, didn’t have an apology for making me cry... So, he said he was finally going to bed and left the conversation. Let me now post the pictures from my phone app before I finish the next written post

[bobcathoneybee]

i think i already knew. i just wonder when it started. a bunch of other questions came to mind after we hung up. but of course he’s not going to share details, and wasn’t sure if i wanted to know, but i had a feeling, esp after the NYE plans comment. i also noticed that he has this look on his face in one of the screen grabs. like one of those fleeting subconscious facial expressions that came to the surface for just a little bit. easier to read with screenshots. 

keep personal finances to self; anything with money to self really. that’s key. many ppl can come out of the woodwork if they know too much. 

pls be safe. you know how a lot of ppl are with... being/claiming they’re being “safe”

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-is that my scarf (that i got you)? YES! i wore it on sunday, but you didn’t notice. how were the cookies? the strawberry one was really good, what was the other one, wasn’t sure what it was bc the flavor was a little light.

in no particular order, as i was about to get off the phone to finish dinner. and no wonder he didn’t immediately go to the microwave when the food was initially heated through.

-i wanted to talk to you about something. it’s not something we’ve really discussed after we broke up so i’m not sure how you would feel about it. im sort of seeing someone.i didnt know if you wanted to know or if you didnt want to know or how this would affect our friendship. what i wrote in the card is true. you’re my best friend and the best person in my life. what about gio?! i duno what to do with him, he even moved down to florida!

-we’ve always worked so well together. you get me. you’re the only one i still talk to as often as i do. *thinking (until she replaces me). that’s bc you’re the grumpier version of me! LOL i guess that is true

-i think i sort of knew tho, especially after you made the comment about not having to tell me anything when i asked (about the friend group it was), like whoa okay i’ll back off...was not expecting that reaction from you. yeah i realized that i probably should tell you

-i dont talk to any of them like that, we’re also not as close and i dont keep in contact with them, one bc shes married and that would be weird. I didnt speak to her much after we broke up. didn’t you wish each other happy birthdays and holidays stuff? they let you know they’re moving or their sister got married, the major life events? yeah

-after this past year, my intent was to eventually get back together. what i want to know if that’s even a possibility (or if that door is completed closed). i think there could be a possibility, but i dont want that to prevent you from seeing other ppl and figuring out what you want. 

-look, i’m probably going to be alone at 65 okay? don’t you think you’re just making it a self-fulfilling prophecy? yes, but still. 

-you dont even like people! i know! you dont know how exhilarating it is to just shut off your phone for the weekend and not talk to anyone. yeah, but now you’re going to make time for her. *pause, that’s true

-i didn’t want to feel guilty about not telling you and not being upfront about it. i respect you too much not to give you a heads up. i want us to meet ppl and figure out what we want or dont want. i dont know if this is going to go anywhere; it’s been slow-moving but i wanted to let you know. 

-i wasn’t sure if i wanted to tell you bc i didn’t want to see you cry. 

-you know you would say things like i’ll stop smoking WHEN i have kids (not if, when). i know i had to work through that myself too (about not having kids or getting married). i know but with all the weddings and kids the last few years... i think you needed to figure out what you wanted.

-it’s actually kinda hard dating (her) sometimes, it’s not the same. bc you can’t have chicken feet around her? LOL yes

-you just understand me so well. but i also dont want you to think i was using you to help me with measurement plans (for pitches) LOL. (this kid helps me with so much too.)

-you introduced me to new things all the time! you didn’t even like going to these places. i always grumble bc we have to leave the house but i still go when you suggest new places to check out (bc theyre usually always good!)

-i thought you were dating already. huh how do you mean? from the boat noodles comment. when i asked you about how you heard about it, you said some guy. LOL oh it’s bc i didnt know what it was and wanted to know if you knew/had it before. so did you go get it? no! it’s in astoria, why would i go to astoria?! was he asian? yes. it was one date. they’re so good! i shouldve had my mom make you some (when we were still dating) *side eye lollll sheeesh i tacked on that date with another appt i had in the city and it was on the way home! OH 

-in case you’re on a date and such, i wouldn’t want to be calling you all the time. lollll my dates are probably on weekends, when you dont talk to me... oh that’s true

-how did you guys meet? app? NO i would never put my pictures up there. okay i’m assuming neighbor friend during one of your brunch gatherings. (assuming she’s brunch girl as nickname or something brunch related). don’t you have friends (who can introduce you to ppl)? NO everyone has a SO and we don’t go out bc covid, we’re on apps! it’s just A LOT of talking. i’m literally trying to pick the best of the bunch at this point. ah i was afraid you’d say that (picking among the bunch)

-ALSO THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE KNIVES! (superstition) OMG YES IT DOES. i purchased a knife set for jacob back then too bc his knives sucked and look what happened! LOL do you replace his actual name with jacob now? YES bc it’s funnier!

-you just need to lower your standards back down bc i’m the anomaly in your dataset! i’m wayyy up there at 1000, but the norm/avg is prob way down there so you’ll need to adjust. are you padding yourself up?! YES! but i’m awesome! it always happens that way. sheesh. 

-ugh now i feel tied to my job even more. after the last big purchase? yeah. are you having buyer’s remorse? YES!

-my head hurts so much. it’s not as bad as yesterday when i felt like i had to go to the hospital. i was thinking about calling an ambulance. omg did you do the head squeeze?! that didn’t work at all! it felt like a large knife repeatedly stabbing my head. you know that area i press on behind your neck at the base of your head/skull, that area between your neck tendons and the one going up the sides, press on both points and push upward. i think you need to lift your head a bit from your neck *POP POP do you hear that?! IS THAT A KNOT?! ugh the massage place around the corner hasn’t opened. i think they’re done. it’s the only one i trust bc my mom went there so  i know for sure they dont offer happy endings. LOL i dont think they do that where you are

-you should go see cindy. your health should be the one thing you prioritize this year. does she make house calls? yes she does. sometimes goes to brooklyn and used to go to UWS for friends. i wasn’t sure if you wanted me to stop seeing her (bc she’s your friend and our PT). i would never make you do that. shes the only one who seems to help you. besides, her office is closing, the guy is being sued for not paying rent... oh what?! yeah but try to see her twice a week, i’m not sure max once a week (once a month) is really doing anything for you.

-do you think i can just get surgery to fix this? LOL no! she said you weren’t a good candidate! see her more often. but she says what i’m doing now is more preventative (so it doesn’t get worse). it might be fixed. my mom’s PT/tui na people made that ball (from using mobile phones) behind her neck go away. try to see her twice a week! your health is very important.

-should i take another advil or aleve? what did you take first? advil, then take another advil. i mean i took it at 10am this morning. oh! okay then you can switch to aleve. hmm 2016 or 2018? can i still take it? probably, it’s less effective tho. okay i’ll take 2018. 

-ive been taking heart burn meds. what are you lying down immediately after you eat again? ...noooo....? uh huh. you are, aren’t you”? either on the chaise or the bed? ..no..... if you’re gonna do that at least wait 30 mins and lay on your left side bc you know the of the stomach right? there’s that cup to the left for the acid to stay in so it doesn’t potentially open up the end of the esophagus iike when you lay on your right? ... maybe you should look this up on google! LOL other ppl don’t eat as much as i do! it won’t work! just try! ok fine.  

-it’s been awhile (since we broke up) and so i think it’s time. im here if there’s anything you’d want to share (about anyone you’re dating), we can always talk about it. *thinking sheesh why would i want to tell you that (it’ll make you even better for her). 

-i meant it when i said i’ll always be here for you

-i miss you a lot. i love you. *even tho i didnt say it back during FT, was still in some level of shock, i love you too. 

[trbl-will-find-me]

High Society (1/2)

Pre- EU/EW. Lt. Commader John Bradford and Dr. Elizabeth Regan are called upon to represent the XCOM project. Too bad she’s jet lagged, and he’s more than a little distracted.

Her phone keeps buzzing.

Her phone keeps buzzing, but she doesn’t have the energy to investigate why.

Her phone keeps buzzing, but she doesn’t have the energy to investigate why, and in truth, she really doesn’t care.

She stares at the offending object, vibrating against John’s coffee table, and briefly considers shoving it under a bed. That’ll teach you.

But that would require getting up, and right now, that feels like the gravest of all impositions.

–

John Bradford stares down at his phone, brow furrowed.

He knows for a fact that Elizabeth isn’t lecturing somewhere. He knows this, because he’d picked her up at the airport last night, woken her up for breakfast this morning, and made sure she’d eaten before he left for work. On a good day, Lizzie isn’t to be trusted in a kitchen, and this is by no means a good day.

Briefly, he considers texting his neighbor: Quick question – is my house still standing or no?

Two emails, six texts, and two phone calls. He sighs. Guess I’m taking lunch early.

– 

She is vaguely aware of someone standing over her. She realizes this should be a source of some concern — didn’t John lock the door when he left? — but can’t quite bring herself to move from her position curled on the couch. She hopes if it’s an intruder, he’ll take what he needs, leave the wine, and leave her be.

“So, this is why you haven’t answered your phone.”

Definitely not an intruder. Definitely John.

“It won’t shut up,” she groans. “Why won’t it shut up?”

“It won’t shut up because I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all morning.”

“Kitchen too much work. Just couch.”

“I appreciate your dedication to not burning my house down, but you have to get up.”

She rolls over just enough to give him her best attempt at a dirty look, the effect somewhat diluted by the tangle of hair covering her face. He brushes the strands back without a moment’s hesitation. “Absolutely terrifying, Lizzie.”

She leans into his touch. “I manage to sleep the whole day?”

He shakes his head. “It’s only about eleven.”

“You have the thing tonight still?”

He draws a deep breath. Like ripping a bandaid off, he tells himself. “We have the thing tonight.”

“We? Oh, no,” she says, pushing herself up. “Nope. Uh-uh.”

He nods. “Curran’s in the hospital. You’re up, per his orders.”

“What does he expect me to do? Sleep on people?”

“I would go with represent the XCOM project before I went with sleep.”

“Isn’t that your job?”

“If it were just my job, we wouldn’t have spent the last eighteen months on the road together.”

“Okay, fair. But, I’m nowhere near ready to handle any sort of formal event. I don’t have make up here, or a hair appointment, or a dress, or …” She trails off, hugging a throw pillow to her chest.

“Which is why you have to get up.”

“Why would you do this to me? I am so jet-lagged.”

“It’s black-tie, so you can’t go in pajamas. And I didn’t have any say in it, so stop looking so betrayed.”

She looks up at him with her best attempt at puppy dog eyes. “Tell him I’m dead.”

He chuckles and settles next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “If you’re dead, then I have some serious things to reconsider about myself.”

“I’d like to think you’ve got pretty good taste in dead girls,” she says, snuggling against him.

He shakes his head. “I’d like to think I have good taste in living ones, too.”

“Not sure you’ve got much proof for that conjecture right now.”

“It’ll be better once you’re up.”

“Time to call in my fairy godmother.”

“What, are you Cinderella now?”

“No, I’m the child of diplomats. That comes with its own set of perks.”

–

He’s on a call when his phone buzzes.  Nothing fixes this, the text reads.

He sends her a question mark.

So cold. So tired. Have dress, have appt. Back to bed for now.

That was quick, he responds.

Literal godmother. She’s great. Probably murdered her husband, but we all have our faults.

He reads the text twice to make sure he hasn’t made it up. Can’t tell if you’re kidding or not.

Text has no prosody. Interpret as you will.

He rolls his eyes. Don’t oversleep.

No guarantees.

–

Elizabeth Regan knows she does not fit in here. Here, the women are well dressed, and well made up. They do not look roused from the depth of sleep by a shrieking iPhone and a call from a doting godmother.  John’s sweatshirt stares at her from its place, folded up at the top of her bag, tempting her to slip it back on, or bury her face in it, and go back to bed.

She can’t imagine its owner would be pleased.

Neither would the aesthetician, come to think of it.

She has to admit: she looks good. Her godmother has never led her wrong in almost thirty-two years of life; it’s not like she really expected her to start now. Still, the conversion from sleep-deprived, jet-lagged hobgoblin to presentable, well-appointed project representative would be a tall order for anyone.

She drums newly manicured nails against her phone screen.  Her last text stares back up at her, unanswered.

You’ll see him later, she tells herself. He has work to do.

–

He scrolls through his texts on the way home.  His mother’s sent him pictures of the St. Augustine shoreline, the Colonel’s sent him a small novel’s worth of briefing notes, and Lizzie has sent him her own idea of a masterpiece, a screenshot of the evening’s weather forecast, covered in lime green profanity. He chuckles, and texts her back: That’s XCOM, Lizzie.

–

She clambers into the back of the cab, feeling absurdly overdressed. Her phone buzzes and she looks down, embarrassingly happy for a response.

She snorts and rolls her eyes. Isn’t that what I used to tell you when I missed targets?

–

He realizes Lizzie is home about thirty seconds after stepping out of the shower. He can make out the sounds of padding up the stairs, something bulky in her arms, still wrapped in a winter coat, swearing under her breath.

He chuckles to himself as he grabs his razor. At least she’s awake.

–

She is really beginning to question her career choices. Yes, moving from teaching to consulting had been an exciting decision, one that ultimately freed her from the politics of academia, at least the politics of academia never demanded she wear heels and a dress in fifteen degree weather.

She screws on the earring back, and checks her make up in the mirror. Her lipstick is already fading, but that’s well within her power to correct. There’ll be nothing for her to do when she shows up as a popsicle tonight, though.

–

He’s almost dressed when the knock comes at his door.

“In!” He calls.

“Look,” she says from somewhere behind him. “I hate to offend your good Boy Scout morals, but I need help with a zipper.

“I think my good — Wow.”

She shrugs. “I was only sort of exaggerating on the fairy godmother bit.” She reaches a hand up, rubbing the back of her neck.

“If that’s what you can do on minimal sleep and short notice, I can’t imagine what a well-planned take would look like.”

She blushes. “More like ‘what my godmother did,’ but thanks.” She turns. “Can you do me a favor and zip me up? I don’t have the energy to play contortionist today.”

“Did you eat anything after breakfast?”

“Are you counting the carton of orange juice I downed?”

“No.”

“Then, no.”

He sighs and shakes his head but the gesture is lost. He fights the urge to ghost finger tips over bare skin, reminding himself that he is a professional, she is his colleague, and he really really doesn’t need distractions, let alone self-made distractions, on a night like this.

But then again, they’d crossed the just colleagues line not long after they’d met, and had been dancing around just friends for months. In truth, they haven’t been just anything for some time now, and they’re both all too aware of it.

He brings the zipper up and closes the hook and eye.

“I take back my comment from this morning. Cinderella was an understatement.”

She turns and smiles at him. “Let’s just hope I come home with both shoes.”

“Suspect we’ll have a problem if you don’t.”

“Never know. Someone might want an interesting night.”

He slips his jacket over his shoulders, and offers her an arm. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

[daddyconfessions]

escort tales: the mysterious Lynx

I had a few anons asking me about my escort experiences. I had shied away from the subject. Didn’t want you guys thinking I was too big of a man hoe. Plus my escort stories are just as wild and crazy as my sugaring. So if you don’t believe my blogging on sugarbabies you’ll really be fucked up reading about my escort fun. But you gotta give the people what they want.

I do see courtesans on occasion. Before I got into being a sugardaddy that was pretty much all I did. Now, I see them when I’m SBS (sugarbaby single), my SBs on her period, I’m horny af, or just seeking a little variety in my sugaring. The last time I seen one was about October ‘15 I think. Firecracker was on her period. I checked out a few “sites” and went through all the reviews and decided on a provider I’ll call Lynx. She had pretty good reviews. Her pics were sexy as hell too. Even though the face wasn’t showing the body was just how I like it: curvy and thick. The reviews had said she had a cute face so I was definitely interested.

After a day and a half of trying to schedule, I managed to setup an appt with Lynx.  She told me the area of town she was in and the cross streets. Standard security protocol for courtesans.  20 minutes later I got there I sent her a text. She sent the address to her motel and 5 minutes later I pulled into the entrance.  I sent another text and she replied back with the room number. I drove on in and parked by fairly new BMW that was parked directly in front of the room.  It was a cute 4 door 3 series Beemer. Couldn’t be more than 3 years old I reckon. I knew it was hers.

As I knocked at the door she opened it. No one was standing there so I just walked in to find her hiding behind the door. She closed the door behind me and was all smiles as she said, “Hi sweetie.” Lord have mercy was she gorgeous. I’m not sure what her ethnicity was. I would have guessed black or Hispanic by her pics but the girl standing before me could have been Indian, Creole, Ethopian, something. Her light yellow/brown complexion, straight black hair and big brown eyes put everything in question..

She gave me a big hug and we kissed briefly. She even gave me a little tongue. Nice. I pulled out the donation and she told me to lay it on the night stand. We talked briefly; mostly me telling her how good she looked. I’m feeling like

as I looked at her. I could totally make this chick my SB. Rescue her from whatever she was going through. I know. I know. Who said she’s going through anything? LOL.  We were talking but I was ready to fuck.  I started to get undressed first, to let her know I was safe and for real. After my pants were down she started undressing too. I took everything off but my socks, and she undressed down to her bra and panties and got on the bed. I got on the bed and we started kissing. One of the reasons why I had chose her was because she kissed her clients. GFE was a guarantee with this chick. I ran my hands all over her bare skin. OMG. I don’t think I’ve ever touched skin that soft. And that complexion…Wow. Didn’t she know she could have a one sugardaddy instead of multiple Johns?

Ok I’ll stop.  

She pushed me gently back on the bed, and kissed on my nipples and upper chest. She wasn’t in a rush either, living up to that GFE reputation. By the time she got down to my stomach my nipples were hard as a rock. I know. I sound like a little bitch. But hey she was doing a good job.

She took Bartholomew and looked at him for a moment before she took him in her mouth. She did a few strokes before she stopped. She moved so that she could be in between my legs, facing me. Then she fixed her hair so that it was in a tighter bun so I could see them pretty little lips on Bart. Then she went back to work, making Bart disappear and reappear over and over again. Whodini I tell you. Hmm Hmm Hmm. I love courtesans. I always wished I  didn’t need so much more from a chick like their companionship and time. Then I could just fuck courtesans and save beaucoup $$$. But, it is what is.  

Lynx had some pretty good knowledge (meaning head, blow job for those unfamiliar with the lingo). She started alternating, going from basic strokes  to stopping suddenly, raising up and letting some saliva drip from her mouth. The sweet liquid from her mouth slid slowly down my shaft while she licked the tip and shaft area. Then she got all David Copperfield on me again, making Bart disappear with some deep throating.  I was starting to wonder if she had a gag reflex. I could swear my tip was touching them tonsils. I guess that was all the opening act. For the main event, she had my toes curling as she rotated between sucking, licking the shaft, moving up to the head, adding more saliva….it became a blur but you get the idea.

Damn I’m getting hard just reflecting on it. I need to text her. Fuck my sugarbabies. Escorts are the best! Sorry. Getting carried away.

Then she pushed my legs apart further, and worked on the boys and the tiny area between the balls and crack. Saliva ran down my thighs and in between my cheeks as I felt her tongue and mouth all over my love zone.  I was wondering if she ate groceries too but I’m not a big fan so didn’t push the issue.

“I’m ready to fuck” I told her.

She stopped, went over to the night stand and pulled out a Trojan. She started to open it and then said, “Nah, this ain’t gonna work.” She went back to the night stand and pulled out a Magnum. I love a girl that’s prepared.

She did that trick that only the skilled courtesans can do. She put the condom in her mouth and went down on Bart, sliding the condom on as she went down to my balls. I love that shit.

With me fully covered, she climbed on top, put Bart in and tried to ride him. She thought she was a Boss too. Got all up on her feet and stuff, squatting on the dick, trying to ride him.  Takes a special girl to handle 9 inches. But she tried it boo. Kudos. I was too big tho. Then she got back down on her knees and tried to ride me. Then tried to grind it. But she couldn’t find her rhythm. Old Bart was too much. “Let me get on top,” I told her, putting her out of her misery. “Yes please do,” she said.

We got into the missionary position and I could still feel all over her saliva on my balls and ass I mounted up and went to work. I was hard as rock and I commenced to mercilessly beating the kitty up. That yellow, brown skin had me going. And this chick was beautiful. She wasn’t as wett as I would have liked, but that kitty was good nonetheless. Or was it that I was so into her? Whatever the reason I was loving it. I was about to cum when she said, “Umm uh. Let’s change up.”

I raised up and she got up, turned around and got in position for some canine love. I slid in Bartholomew and started pounding that kitty from the back. She got wet and started really getting into it. I slapped that fat little ass she had while I tried to find her Gspot.  I grabbed her waist and pulled her to me every time I went inside, maximizing the affect.  She was saying  something up there by the headboard, but her face was buried in the pillow and voice was muffled. I was having more fun than I’d had in awhile. But I couldn’t hang. I came and the pussy was so good by that point I kept stroking while I was coming, long after I had cum, thoroughly milking Bart before I stopped.  When I was done, I pulled back, condom full as hell.

“You done?” she asked, looking back. She sounded a little dry actually. I told her yes I was and laid down on the bed. Lynx jumped up and went to the bathroom. She closed the door and I heard the shower turn on. I laid there and enjoyed the mist and haze of a good nutt.

Lynx came out the bathroom with a small towel and climbed onto the bed. She pulled off the condom and wiped me. She  went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and then came back and laid on the bed beside me. We talked a bit, mostly me trying to get to know her. She was sweet and genuine.  This chick could totally be my SB in another life, if not this one. I asked for a massage and she said, “Of course.”

I turned over as she reached over on the night stand and grabbed some lotion. Damn this girl is ready. While she rubbed me down, I asked what her race was but she never quite answered. I asked several  other questions and about all I could get out of her was she had two kids. “Where?” I asked.  Her body was so tight I couldn’t’ see it. And she didn’t have a stretch mark on her tummy anywhere. “Yes, “ she smiled. I have two kids.”

We kept on talking for a bit longer while she massaged me. Then I got up and went to bathroom and cleaned up myself.  When I came out the bathroom she asked, “You getting dressed?” I told her I was. “You got another one left in you?” she asked.

“Uh, I think so.”  I smiled. I didn’t think I had one but since she asked. I was liking this girl now. Definitely could be a regular client. But as I would find out later she had ulterior motives. :) I laid on the bed and said, “Give me a little head.”

She sucked and licked Bart back to attention. He wasn’t at full salute, but hard enough to make an impression. I was doubtful as she slid on the condom again. We got back into missionary position and I entered. Looking down at this beauty queen made me wish I was firing on all cylinders but Bart was thoroughly drained. I started pounding again, searching for a good rhythm but it just wasn’t there for me.

Lynx pulled me closer to her and started kissing on my chest, neck and tongue kissing me. That got me hot again. Got me harder.  I was hard enough to get see another nut in my future perhaps. Lynx wrapped the creamy thighs around my waist  as she kissed on me. We went from fucking to making love as the passion built genuinely this time around.  Where the passion was coming from I had no idea but we were connecting on a different level. Everything was blur at that point. You know how it is when you’re having a good time. I just remembered looking down at her and her eyes opening suddenly.  “Fuck!” she yelled. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”  And I certainly did as I was told, punishing the kitty for even daring to get wett for me a second time. And came she did. Her head arched back in the pillow as she squeezed me with her legs and stuck her nails in my back. No sooner had it begun than did it end. She totally went limp after that.

I stopped and raised up. I could tell she had tapped out. I love making escorts cum. There are some that don’t like to. Or they don’t allow themselves to enjoy it too much. One told me once that if she comes she can’t really see more guys later. I don’t get it really. Just like sugarbabies, courtesans have their own rules.

“Thanks,” she said. With that she got out of the bed and started getting dressed. I’m on the bed like

“Oh,” she said, putting on her panties. “Did you want to finish too?”  

Ya think?

What the fuck is going on these days? Everybody all selfish and what not. Getting the roles of SB and escort all mixed up.

All that shit I was talking  and I looked down at Bart and he was done. Whatever little passion he had was gone. She’d have work a lot more magic to get him back up and even then I don’t know if I would have been able to finish. “No,” I told her even though I was tripping on her putting me back to work for her enjoyment. Either my dick’s better than I thought or we got the roles of trick mixed up.

We both cleaned up again and started getting dressed. I told her I was serious about wanting to take her out. See her again. She said she was serious about going. “Its nice to have chemistry,” she said and added “Make a connection.”

We said our goodbyes. I haven’t been back to see her since. I did text her once but our schedules didn’t line up. Firecracker’s been keeping me busy. Plus now there’s Moscato  too. Two SBs is taking a toll on me physically.

Damn, after writing this I need to go back and hit up Lynx. Kind of horny thinking about her.