Alameda Guy (Part 2)
Posted on November 11, 2009[Continued from "Alameda Guy (Part 1)."]
Eventually, Alameda Guy and his wife came to a temporary agreement where they rented a studio “bachelor” pad that would be used by whomever wasn’t in charge of taking care of the kids. My divorce attorney friend told me that this is called “nesting” and that it is actually not suggested because the division of assets and actual date of break-up can become fuzzy, which makes things more difficult and fraught for divorce proceedings. I mentioned that, but wasn’t his divorce attorney and knew he didn’t need to hear that sort of advice from multiple sources.
We did some fun things together. We went to Club Kiss, a sex club. While there we hung out in the back room where everyone pretty much has sex out in the open. Problem was that it was so busy that night that every bit of surface was covered with writhing bodies. So much so that as soon as someone – usually a couple – got up, there were more people to fill in the space. It was no longer sexy. Nonetheless, Alameda Guy and I managed to go down on each other and fool around a bit before we decided the crowd was too much.
We went back to my place. I had him stay downstairs while I went to my bedroom to change. The prior Christmas he had given me a pair of boots. A pair of platform, thigh-high, (fake) patent leather boots that laced all the way up the back. He had originally bought them for his wife, before the lesbian announcement. It just so happened that I wore the same size shoe.
The boots had come with one set of laces, which were very short for the size of my legs. I found a Website that sold a variety of shoe laces and got some for the boots, my friend DD, and even the Ex since there was a flat shipping fee. That took a while. Then, I had to lace up the boots with them on, no easy feat considering they laced up the backs of my thighs.
Finally, several months after I had received them, the boots were ready to wear and Alameda Guy was over. The night we went to Club Kiss I wore the boots for the first time. I think so much time had gone by that he had forgotten about the boots, because he looked surprised.
He looked surprised – and turned on – when I descended the stairs. I sat down on a bar stool. From my perch I ordered him to his knees to worship me and my boots. I was having fun.
I had him take his clothes off. His cock was hard. I had him lick the boots. His cock was hard. I was having a lot of fun.
There was definitely something about having the boots on that put me in the state of mind to tell that sexy man what to do.
[To be continued ….]
I swear. True story.
Tags: D/s, manners, SF love, yummy cock
Categories: True Story.
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03.12.2009 02:42
A broken link to part 3? And it was really bringing back some memories… Too bad. Miss you sexy.
31.07.2010 01:56
You can search. “Alameda Guy” has four parts.
02.08.2010 16:41