Just When It Was Perfect … (Part 5)
Posted on August 8, 2010[Continued from "Just When It Was Perfect … (Part 4)."]
Another thing I learned well into our “relationship” was that Jules Verne was a Republican. Ok, I can deal with that, maybe even have some lively discussions. When I was growing up, my father was a Democrat and my step-mother was a Republican, so they agreed to not to discuss politics too much. I was very happy when I learned that my step-mother switched to the Democratic Party when the brouhaha over Bill Clinton getting his cock sucked occurred. My step-mother didn’t see why anyone gave a shit. My step-mother, if she weren’t my step-mother, would be a pretty cool person.
So when Jules Verne reminded me that he was a Republican after I said something scathing about a member of the Party, I was hardly surprised or disturbed. However, I was completely nonplussed when he told me that he was so much of a Republican that he worked for George W. Bush and that he thought George W. Bush was smart. “Smart? Really? He’s smart? Intelligent? He couldn’t get into law school in Texas, where his family had significant influence.”
To which Jules Verne responded that W had a great memory, that he always remembered the names of everyone he encountered. That is certainly a skill I don’t have, but I did get into law school in the state where I grew up, even if my family didn’t have any influence. True, not the best law school …
I tried to forget these things when Jules Verne and I hung out. We’d drink. We’d fuck. Usually pretty dirty. We had a lot of fun, including one incident of road head on the Bay Bridge when he was driving me home from his parents’ place in Piedmont.
Then, when I was planning a trip to Chicago, he volunteered to take care of Isis. I didn’t ask, he volunteered. He had met her, and saw that she was a very sweet dog. He also missed his own dog, the custody of which he shared with an ex-girlfriend who lived on the East Coast. He took very good care of her, and was actually very happy to do so. A guy who loves dogs gets a lot of points in my book. Even if he does think George W. Bush is smart.
He bought me an especially nice birthday present, an njoy Eleven. The store clerk asked me if I thought I could handle it. I laughed and assured her that I could. And I can. The Eleven and I get along very well. (I may write a post about that toy some day.)
The same day he bought a pussy pump. To use with me (and other chicks I assumed). Sure, I’m willing to have my pussy subjected to all sorts of things. Jules Verne liked seeing pussies do various things, usually of the insertion variety, but if he wanted to see my pussy lips get all puffed up, I was game. We eventually used it. It felt interesting to me, but not necessarily all that exciting. Maybe I’ll have to try again ….
Recently Jules Verne Moved to Manhattan. He (his parents) have a place just off Central Park in what I’m told (by him) is a very exclusive building – celebrities with penthouses and shit. So because he was moving and I was moving we had a last hurrah. Then he came back to the Bay Area and I hadn’t yet moved, we did it again. Then, because he was collecting his dog and visiting his family, and I still hadn’t moved, we did it again.
He has a nice, thick cock, and he’s interesting. He says I’m a crazy chick, but in a good way. Without asking too many questions, I took that as a compliment. I think he meant that I liked fucking but my fucking isn’t a means to “snag” a guy. I’ve no interest in being in a traditional relationship with a 25-year-old. Or any other age for that matter.
To be continued …. The Vet, Charles, and that guy for whom I don’t yet have a nickname to follow.
I swear. True story.
Tags: Chicago, SF love, toys, walking contradiction, yummy cock
Categories: True Story.
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