I call her phone when I get to her Murray Hill Apt doorstep.She answers quietly, but I hear footsteps on the stairs inside and the door opens to me.She lets me in, and I kick off my stilletos.I grab her shirt in my fist, and pull her behind me up the stairs to her room. I have yet to say a word.We close the door behind us, and she swoops in for a kiss. Her lips hit mine, then part and let her tongue flick into my mouth.I pull myself against her; urging her to open her mouth wider, force her to kiss me harder, deeper. We’re groping at each other, but I step back, breaking the kiss.I walk backwards a few feet, and start pulling off my work clothes. first, I unbutton my shirt and yank it off. Next I pull my tank top over my head, followed quickly by my bra. I hear her sharp intake of breath... she wants to touch but I’m not done.I unbutton my pants, let them fall to the ground and then kick them away. My thong is the last thing to come off... I peel them down, away from my hot body. She closes the distance between us quickly, and i'm caught up in her embrace... her hands run over my bare skin, yearning to touch everything at once and frustrated that she hasn't the patience to take her time.In a blink, she's down to her bra. I push her lips from mine and push her backwards onto her bed. As she sits on the edge, I sink between her legs and pull off the last of her clothing; the only thing between the meeting of naked flesh. I stare up into her eyes right before I start a luscious rhythm I play out with my mouth. She moansI feel her tensing up, and she tells me she is close. I speed up my movements.I could feel the movement of her climax before it comes, and then I feel her release with a groan.
I got up, kissed her gently and said that I had to go back to work. "I need to iron my shirt. I have a meeting in 1/2 hr" I said.She stayed there motionless with a smile of satisfaction.
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The Model,
Work
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Wednesday, November 21, 2007
It happened. I was confronted by the Model the other night with one of my least favorite questions on the planet. Right up there on the same level as, “How many people have you ever slept with?” is:“What are you doing for New Years?”As if I’ve even thought about that! I still haven’t even worked out the details of what I’m doing on my vacation in Brazil and it’s a week from today. I haven’t even started mentally preparing myself for the disgustingly glossy, commercial ‘cheer’ that is Christmas – a holiday I find not only stressful, but vomit inducing.New Years conversations? Really? Already?Ironically enough, I don’t find New Years vomit inducing (although I think January 1st may be our country’s national high for people puking). New Years instead is an annoyingly tricky holiday, and it doesn’t help that people (especially people in Manhattan) are obsessed with it. Everyone wants New Years to be a good time, but ultimately the pressure to have fun undermines the holiday. Plus it’s an opportunity for every bar, restaurant and half-decent club to rip off the American public.Some of the abuse people have to look forward to on New Years Eve includes:1. Buying three hundred dollar ‘tickets’ a month in advance to enter your typical douchey club on 27th street.2. Being forced to hitchhike, hire a limo, or take the bus, since finding a free taxi in the city will be more competitive than purchasing a Hermes Birken bag.3. Should you venture outside of Manhattan, being subject to drunk partiers irresponsible behind the wheel judgment.And last, but perhaps most importantly:4. That dreadful awkward ‘after the ball drops’ moment. I feel pretty confident that the first few nano-seconds of 2008 are inevitably the most uncomfortable of the entire year. I’d like some sort of award-winning psychologist to develop an informational pamphlet on how to handle those theoretically ‘joyous’ after midnight moments.Technically, you’re supposed to embrace/kiss/slobber on your significant other in a state of euphoria as confetti swirls around you like in an uber-cheesy movie. So if you’re a serious couple at least you have a game plan. The out of control drunken nature of New Years however, has been known to cause fights between even the most stable couples. So even if you’re hitched, there’s no guarantee you and you loved one will be on speaking terms by the time the clock hits midnight, in which case you can pretend to mack on each other as the ball drops and welcome in the New Year secretly hating each other. Not fun.Even less fun, is surviving this entire situation with someone you’re in a grey relationship with. Suddenly, what you do together when the ball drops serves to define your entire relationship. Like if you kiss in front of everyone during those chaotic New Years moments (as if anyone’s watching…or cares) you suddenly run the risk of morphing into a ‘real’ couple. You could just pull each other into a joyous hug, that’s very grey appropriate. Or you can avoid eye contact all together. Or hide under a table with a bottle of champagne and wait for the moment to pass. Grey relationships thrive on grayness. The smog is the relationships fuel. So any social situation which calls for a clarification of your status is probably best avoided. Yet another reason why New Years often sucks.Single and spending the holiday with friends is probably the least stressful option. Then you can spend the moments between 12:00 and 12:01 A.M. squirting champagne in one another’s faces and jumping around like apes. Unfortunately, a New Years level intake of alcohol usually makes people hornier than an in-heat hippopotamus on estrogen medication, so you run the risk of hooking up with one of your friends, or worse, some predatory sleazo at the bar.So a New Years game plan where you don’t end up pissed, an embarrassment, insanely emotional or full of regret?If someone comes up with something let me know, because apparently I have to start planning now.
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New Year,
The Model
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Monday, November 19, 2007
I have been MIA I suppose, or simply “out”. Truth is, I’ve just been busy with work and planning amazing (very costly) vacations for the next upcoming weeks.
It’s been the usual here at la casa of NYC.Lezie – well besides the little fling the Model and I are having. Last week at our re-launch party, I looked fabulous and so did she – the weird thing really was that we sort of looked a little like each other that night. We wore similar dresses- same designers. We got the occasional “wow, you look like you shopped in each other’s closets”.
Negative.
The closest I have been to her fabulous midtown apartment closet was for a quick pre-game in her living room during our lunch break.
The night of the Party, we obviously avoided each other in fear of getting caught in our little naughty office fling. I didn’t know her, nor did she know me. It was even and beautifully coordinated. From the time we arrived (I got there 15mins after her) and I left before her (5min) and later met up for some late dinner.
This girl is so straight is unbelievable. And that’s what kills me. The flirting, the kissing the fingers…I mean…the talking…the flirting….
I am not a relationship kind of girl. I don’t like being tied down. I don’t like having to call someone every night before I go to bed. I don’t need extra drama in my life when I am obviously surrounded by it at work and outside of work. I don’t need someone to hold my hand every time they have a chance, I don’t need someone to be “up all in my business”. It’s not me. I don’t like the extra attention someone gives me. I like a whole lot of attention from different people. That’s what excites me. That’s what gets me going – knowing that lady A is one hell of a sex kitten and lady B is adventurous and crazy in bed.
I think the majority of my friends know how much I can’t deal with someone who calls me 10 times a day. At first it’s cute. But come on… I had this one girl who literally called me every hour just to chat and see what was going on, and another who called at night (when I was watching my precious TV programming) to hear me talk. Really? Get a life.
My point is, The Model is the complete opposite. She likes what relationships have to offer; the feeling of knowing that one person will come back to you every night, that connection you get when you are home on a couch and your partner is next to you and you have this crazy amazing eye talk, the feeling you get every time you see that person. She is that. She looks for someone who shares the same thing. She wants the phone calls at night and the reassurance that everything is perfect, the kisses, the holding hands and the serenades.
I used to be that person. Is that even possible? I use to love waking up next to the same person everyday, I used to love holding hands and stealing a kiss – preferably on her hand, I used to love the routines, the dinners under the stars and the lunches under a clear blue sky.
I know that now, I am not that. I don’t do relationships. I don’t know why. Actually I do. But I will write it in a different post.
On that note. I am going to visit The Model.
Wasn’t this entry supposed to be about the Model and how I got to 3rd base? Yeah.
Another time.
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The Model
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