Aug 182014
 

This is the last part, part 4 (I think) of the evening I’ve been hinting at that I recently spent with Rose and Penelope. The other parts will follow shortly. In some order.

My cab carried me homeward. I was in a reverie. I began recording a little memo to Sofia. Since I’ve never fucked Sofia, since it seems likely I may never, one thing we do is share information with one another about the sex we each have. This is helpful for me, both in terms of processing the sex that I have, and in terms of connecting with Sofia. It can be complicated to share such stuff, but it’s good practice to do it with someone so far away, and Sofia and I have done it increasingly well.

So here I was, telling her about my evening, about fucking Rose, about Penelope’s sucking my cock while Rose sat on my face, about holding Penelope’s camera, trying to keep it pointed at her face while not being able to see anything other than Rose’s delicious, soaking pussy, trying not to come while Penelope’s tongue swirled around, pressed against, every bit of flesh on my cock.

In the middle of my recording, I heard a woman screaming. I looked around – I was a bit dazed. It was late, I had just had two orgasms with two beautiful women. I was tired. The cab was moving fairly quickly.

To my left, I saw… something awful. I won’t go into the details, but suffice it to say, my adrenaline kicked in, I rolled down the window, and yelled, “STOP!” I asked the cabbie to stop, too. Maybe I told him to stop. Maybe I ordered him to stop. I don’t know. I was out of the cab, taking pictures with my phone instantly. What needed to stop, stopped. But the police needed to come. A man needed to be arrested. He threatened me. The cabbie came to my defense. I had pictures – of the guy, his car, his license plate. His threats were empty. The police were there.

The man was arrested. The woman thanked me.

The police took statements. From me, from the cabbie, from another guy who had joined the fray.

We were on our way.

My reverie was interrupted. I was tachycardic. I was hyperventilating.

I went back to recording for Sofia, but my heart wasn’t in it. I was sad, now.

Tired, frenzied, and sad.

An awful end to an otherwise truly excellent evening.

  One Response to “Buzzkill”

  1. I couldn’t bring myself to like your post. I’m quite sure you had a wonderful evening. And I’m quite sure the woman was extremely grateful, but the mere fact that there was a crime going on and you had to do something about it is a buzzkill for me too 🙁

    This said… you mean to say that the cabbie was listening in while you were recording your thoughts for Sofia? Yum!!

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