Fantasies Can't Always Come True

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A Different Way To Say "I Love You"

Last night CJ made love to me.  Not something new to this blog, but it was how this love was shown that was extraordinary.

In the discovery of my sexual self, I have found over the years that I enjoy submission and light bondage & discipline.  I’ve been a little more into it since I’ve started playing VP.  Role-playing as a whore forces you to function as a submissive.

CJ approached me on the coach to, what seemed innocently enough, to offer me a candy bar from his mouth.  After lulling me into a sense of false security he climbed onto the couch, pulled his pants down he forced my head back so he could sit on my face.  He was being filthy to me.  He was yelling, calling me a bitch and whore, commanding me to do everything he asked for and do it immediately. I had to lick his balls, and I was told what a whore I was for wanting to do it.  CJ has nice tight balls when he gets hard and they are yummy.

“You want it whore, suck my cock” he yelled as he pushed me on the floor demanding I get on my knees. 

He held the base of his cock, which by now had come to full attention and quickly shoved it down my throat.  I gagged and he kept fucking my mouth with it. I gagged again, but it didn’t matter, he kept it up and I did “my job”, I sucked and licked.

“Suck me off, that’s it suck my cock”

Yes, over and over again I was disgraced as a whore and a cocksucker.
As long as my mouth wasn’t having his cock shoved down it, I always answer with a soft “yes sir”.  Showing fear by not looking at him, or putting my hands to my face.

Even though the things that he was demanding, like deep throating him, tea bagging me, and sucking his balls are things that get me wet in no time, this time was different and I went with it.
Soon he was demanding that I take my clothes off and to do it quickly.  I did it because I wanted to, because I couldn’t wait to see what was next.
I was practically thrown over the coffee table.  From behind my legs were spread and I was mounted like what I was at that moment, a whore.

“That’s give me your pussy, let’s see your pussy”

 Then CJ pounded me hard and fast. I was told to “kiss the floor”, I dropped my head down flat on the floor and got fucked even harder.  As hard as he was fucking me, that’s how hard and quickly he came.
By then, I was moaning loudly “Fuck me, fuck your bitch”.
I was turned around once he pulled out of me and the next demand was “Taste your pussy bitch”, my head shoved was down on his cock again, having to clean him up after fucking a dirty slut.

“Think you can get me hard again?”

Finally, and not quite as harshly he put me on my back on the living room floor and spread my legs again, this time to go down on my pussy.  Since I was still in the mindset of being CJ’s prostitute I starting saying, “no don’t”.  I know, that makes me sound crazy right? 
“Whores don’t get their pussy’s eaten….stop”.  Of course, he didn’t and as his tongue circled my clit and my tight used hole I came.  I mean my entire body shook I came so hard. 

CJ moved up towards me and I said “I love you” and told him what a loving act that was.  “I love you too” was his reply along with that impish grin of his.
He kept saying, “that’s not in my character”
I know that honey. 

He knew that I would get into it and would enjoy it, so he went ahead and fell, quite well, into my fantasy.  Yes, a bit of a quickie, but very exciting.  Afterwards we loved it!  We were high on fun and excitement.  That’s exactly how you’re supposed to feel after you make love with your partner in a selfless way.

The Stranger Could Be Fun

It has now been a year since CJ and I have been on a vacation. Our last one was to New Orleans and is described here, Second Honeymoon.

Our next adventure has been planned and it is something neither of us has done before. We have planned a cruise to the Western Caribbean. I won’t go onto all the details here. Suffice to say that it looks like one of the most sensational and fun vacations I’ve seen in a while. We may hit a bit of a snag though. Our cruise is visiting Jamaica, Grand Cayman, and Mexico. As of now there is no change, but we don’t know what the status of swine flu will be by the end of June and it’s impact, if any, on our Mexican port of call.

The other night, while doing my best to fall asleep, I starting thinking about fun on a gigantic cruise ship with a casino, spa, restaurants, bars, clubs, theaters, etc.
What I started to think about was “What if we just had to spend an extra day on the ship?”
This is assuming that we just didn’t disembark at our Mexican port of call. Below is what I came up with, it’s not totally formulated, but it’s a beginning. The more I thought about it, the more I realized we could do it no matter what our circumstances end up being.
Let me know your feelings, ideas, and comments on this. In fact this post will probably the first time CJ is hearing about it.
CJ and I have already spent money on formal wear for some of the dinner seating’s. I have a wonderful dress and CJ now owns (he isn’t renting) a tuxedo. That will add to the fun.

One of my favorite songs by Billy Joel is The Stranger. Those who know
the song may recall this line:
They're the faces of the stranger, but we love to try them on



Wouldn’t it be fun? It’s almost a turn on if, for a least a couple of days, CJ and I portrayed a couple different from our true selves. None us truly expose our entire selves. We show splinters. I am one person at work. One person at home. One person here on my blog. They are all true, but different. The same would be just as legitimate on the cruise. We wouldn’t know any of those 4000 passengers and crewmembers we’ll see and meet.

They won’t know us either. In fact who’s to say that some couple isn’t doing the same? The more I’m writing, the more exciting the whole prospect is becoming to me. Of course, I have to have a willing partner for it to work. If CJ doesn’t want to play I could always play alone (masturbate my personality) as long he supports me and doesn’t give me away. I would start with the basics, my profession; my age; my travels; level of promiscuity; the status of my marriage, it could really get interesting. As I said earlier, this is very much in the conception stage, but “the wheels are turning”.

More to come?
Don't forget it'll be fodder for plenty of posts in July.

A Fantasy Roleplay - Part Two

Enjoy the beginning here first.




Jack started to speed in the direction I described then commanded me to get in the back and get naked.
I climbed over the seats and stripped down to my bra and panties. Then I moved back to the front and sat down next to Jack as I took off the rest of my clothing.
I leaned over and bit his ear then whispered, “I’m wet Jack, I’m soaking for you already”.
My hand moved up his inner thigh to his crotch. His cock twitched under my hand this time.
Just then we entered the park and Jack tucked the truck away out of sight from the road.
I spread my legs as I sat in my place letting Jack’s gentle finger brush against my clit. It was so swollen already I was aching for the touch of a man. I automatically started playing with my tits as he tickled my clit.
He stopped playing with me to get out of the truck, instructing me to stay where I was. He seemed to disappear for a brief time, but to my surprise when he came to open my door, he was as naked as I was.
He opened the door, swung my right leg out, and pulled me towards him.
His cock was already at attention for me, and being outside made it feel so right and wrong at the same time. I lost all inhibition and said, “Make me bad Jack”.
He leaned in and began passionately kissing my lips, my neck, and my tits.
It was one of the most exciting times I had ever been with a man. I had met him about an hour ago and now I was naked with him in the woods. Not to mention that this man was almost twenty years younger than I was.

He pulled me even closer putting his arms around the small of my back then bent down to suck at my nipples, going from tit to tit with his mouth. I was enjoying his sucking so much I moan out and push his face into my massive tits. My god he was making me feel so good. I scratched at his shoulders as he continued and leaned my head back as I enjoyed his mouth and the cool breeze over my skin.
His cock poked at my thigh, I could feel his precum against my soft skin.
I reached down and began stroking his cock, lubing it up with his dripping precum, tugging at his spongy cockhead.
My cock play seemed to drive him forward and he started biting my nipples, grabbed a fist full of my hair, yanked my head backwards, and slid two fingers into my wet pussy.
I moaned out again and squeezed his hot shaft as my pussy clamped onto his fingers and I began to rock against his fingers. This time it was his turn to moan out, he moved his mouth to my neck, sucked at it and pulled my hair harder.
By now I was sensitive all over, not just my clit or nipples, but my neck, the skin on my thighs, everywhere.
I pulled myself closer and started jerking him again. He was so hot and hard in my hand.
He pulled me totally out of the truck and pulled me to him, we started kissing wildly, mouths open, tongues flailing at one another. Our bodies pressed against each other and I could feel his warm damp skin all over my body.
He breaks the kiss after several moments and turned me around. I bent over against the truck and braced myself on the seat. I present my aching shaved pussy to Jack. My pussy lips are swollen and now I’m even wet on my inner thighs.
“Debbie, think you can handle some young cock?”, Jack barked at me.
“Yes, yes Jack, fuck me with it”, I answered.
He came up behind me and ran his cockhead up and down my hot slit. After a few teases he guided his cockhead into my slippery hole, grabbed my hips, and gently thrust toward me.
I moaned out in the woods, it was wonderful as my warm velvety pussy hugged and loved his cock. I pushed back towards him to meet his first thrust and screamed, “Fuck me”
He leaned over and whispered to me to take his throbbing young cock. I was so tight and wet that his cock easily glided into me and he began to fuck me in long, hard, slow strokes. His thick throbbing cock stretched my pussy and I moaned out with each thrust. I was savoring every inch of his dick.
My hard nipples grazed against the seat of the truck.
His hips slapped against my ass as his strokes came became faster and longer. He gripped my hips strongly as his moans and groans of pleasure became more audible.
“Take my tight cunt”, I cry out as I reached underneath and tugged his balls as they slapped against my swollen clit.
He began to spank my ass cheeks as he told me what a fucking dirty whore I was. That just made me hotter, as he reddened my bad whore ass I fucked him back just as hard.
Then he breathlessly asked, “What kind of dirty whore meets a guy at the store that is almost twenty years younger than her and lets him drive her married ass to the woods to fuck!?”
It was so hot the way he talking to me it just made me want him more, so I answered him with, “A horney whore that likes young hard cock and wants to fuck it, and eat it, and make it cum”
He spanked me harder when I answered and demanded I tell him whom I belong to.
I bucked right up against him and was moaning and begging to be fucked harder to cum on his cock.
I didn’t answer him immediately so he pulled on my hair, pounded me harder, and repeated his request, “Tell me who fucking owns your whore ass!?”
“You do, it’s all yours because of that fine cock”, I answered.
By now the truck is shaking from our fucking.
I was on the edge and I let him know it.
“Ah yes Debbie, you dirty bitch, I love fucking you.”
He slammed deep into me and stirred my pussy with his hard cock. My hot snatch clamped down on his meat as waves of orgasm move down my pussy and over his cock. I came all over his cock and drenched his balls, I knew I would, I had been aching for it for too long.
My body kept shivering and bucking as I moaned and came.

Then he pulled out of me, easing his cock from the clamps of my cunt. He kicked away leaves and twigs and told me lie down on the ground.
I lie down, feeling like a goddess, a nature’s daughter on the earth, as I spread my legs, bent my knees, and showed off my pink wet pussy to Jack. Beautiful folds of a freshly fucked pussy lips draped my hole. My red swollen cit poking through, my pussy still wanted more.
Jack lay on top of me and darted his cock back inside my steaming snatch. He pounded me even harder with deep fast strokes. I tilted my hips up against him; I was taking him so deep.
He grabbed my left hand and pulled off my wedding ring then held it in front of my face asking if I could see it. I nodded, then he threw it into the distance as he told me, “To hell with him, you belong to me now”
I swear I got even more wet when he said that, thinking of being his whore bitch.
I wrapped my legs around his back, dug my heels in and let myself go, letting Jack fuck me into oblivion.
He leaned forward, he was panting and I could feel his hot breath as he kissed my neck.
He grunted, “Your tight twat is going to make me cum babe”.
I swear it felt as though his hot cock was getting thicker and he stretched my pussy more. He lightly grabbed onto my throat and fucked me harder, if that was possible.
“Beg me to cum deep inside you whore”, he commanded.
I rocked and twisted my hips as I begged for his man milk.
“Tell me who you love”, he panted.
“I love the man that can fuck me right and that’s you”, I said breathlessly.
That was the moment; he drove his cock deep inside and groaned out, and planted his seed deep inside my cunt as I started to cum again. We exploded together in the woods, it was wonderful.
He stayed inside me as we held onto each other. Then we pulled apart from each other and got dressed.
We hopped in the truck with new found energy. We left the park and headed back to the café so I could get my car.
We discussed how exciting the role-play was and what a turn on it was for the both of us. I was so glad that he liked it, I wasn’t sure he would since it was our first time, but it was fine.

When we got to the parking lot I discretely kissed him on the cheek and got into my car. Jack beeped his horn as he drove away. I sat there for a moment in the car before going home wondering to myself….
How do explain how I lost my wedding ring to my husband?

A Fantasy Roleplay - Part One

I had recently met and become involved with a man that was about six years younger than me. Our relationship is definetly no strings attached and we have a lot of fun.
Lately I’ve helped him discover the fun of role-play and how it can enhance a couple’s sex life.

One day he came up with an idea he wanted us to try out so I listened, liked it and we ran with it.
Let me tell you what a good time we had.

We had recently moved out of the downtown area and were still setting up our new place, even though it had been several months. My husband had already started his new job in the area so it was up to me to set up house. There was a cute little grocery store nearby that had become my favorite place to get produce so I decided to stop in to stock up one day. I started out with the fruits, doing the simple innocent task of picking out grapes when from behind a voice said:
“I prefer the seedless ones myself”
His hand came from around my side and grabbed a bag of green seedless grapes. He was wearing a polo shirt and Dockers and smiling at me.
I felt like playing so I gave him a provocative answer, “I like them all, there are many different ones depending on your taste or mood”.
The young man extended his hand and introduced himself as Jack.
I told my name was Debbie and just smiled.
Jack told me that he had just moved this past weekend, so we made small talk.
“How do you like it here so far?”, I asked.
“It’s great so far, and this is the best looking produce section I’ve ever seen”, he said boldly.
His boldness continued, but rather than turning me off it had the opposite effect.
He knew that he may be out of line, but he said he needed a tour guide to the area. He was especially interested in cafes and jazz bars.

I saw that his glance moved from my eyes to my hand, and the gold wedding band on my finger.
I pretended not to notice.
I told him that I had to finish my shopping but he could follow me to a great nearby café.
He agreed, but only if I allowed him to buy me lunch. That seemed fair and I think you’ll like he place I told him.
I did the rest of my shopping quickly, getting both red and green grapes, strawberries, peaches, and some cucumbers. I hurriedly moved through the express line and went to the parking lot. I gave brief directions to Jack and told him to follow me.

It’s not a long trip to the café, only about five miles, but during that brief time the wheels in my nympho brain were already turning. I had been alone in the house a lot since my husband started his new job and I hated it. I shouldn’t have to be away from the company of a man for any long period of time. I was looking forward to having some fun with a man and my speedometer proved it; I was already going 10 miles an hour above the speed limit.
Finally I reached our destination, The Daily Grind, it was the middle of the day and there were only a few customers inside. I park and head inside, Jack followed behind. I could feel his eyes running up and down my body.
We got a booth in the corner and started looking over the menu.
“It seems like a nice place Debbie”, Jack says politely.
We ordered our coffee and lunch and when the waitress walked away Jack seems to get serious.
“Can I ask you something?”, he says
“It’s the ring isn’t it?”, I said casually.
Jack laughed nervously and said it was. I explained that I noticed him looking at my hands earlier. I explained that my husband was away a great deal of the time because of business. When he was home I wasn’t exactly the center of his attentions.
“So you understand Jack?”, I asked.
He put his and on my thigh, rubbed it, and said, “Yes Debbie, I do, at least I hope I do”
I knew that he would and I put my hand on top of his and looked directly into his blue eyes.
We sipped at our coffees, and the next thing he said made me tingle.
“To be honest, the moment I saw you in the store I had to have you”, he whispered to me.
I felt myself blush and almost gasped, it was obvious that he knew I needed the comfort of a man.

He unzipped his pants and put my hand on top of his hard cock right there in the booth! He wanted to show me how badly he wanted me.
I did everything in my power not to moan out loud then whispered in his ear, “yummy handsome young cock, we need to leave, soon, I’m creaming my jeans”.
He zipped back up and pulls himself together. He paid the check by throwing a fifty-dollar bill on the table and motioned to me to come with him.
We practically ran out of the café and I start towards my car. Jack says no, opens a door to his truck and tells me to come with him.
I hopped into the truck, my stomach in knots. My emotions were a mixed bag of anticipation, hope, and anxiety about where the next series of events will take me.
Jack got in and asked me where the closest private wooded area was.
“There’s a wooded area on this side of the park, up the road a bit on the right”.

Next, fun in the woods...

What A Blast - Part Two

This won’t make any sense unless you read What A Blast first.

The follow descriptions may not be in exact order. Things got very intense. I want to tell all the basics and especially how I felt during it. Things did not seem linear, it was a vortex, a whirlwind.
Also note, the pics used were from the actual "date". Below is the audio.



“Take off your blouse”

Even though in reality that was my current lover who said this to me, I felt as though I was hearing for the first time from him, this was a stranger, someone I had only known for a couple of hours.

My mouth dropped open, I was aghast. CJ just smiled, then repeated, more firmly and louder “Take off your blouse!”
I gave in and did as he said. What a strange mixture of feelings: embarrassment and excitement.
I turned sideways and coyly covered myself as best I could. He smiled again at then just as firmly, “Take off your bra”.
I reached around to my back and unhooked my black lace bra. I let it fall and showed my tits to the perfect stranger on the couch next to me. The air was cold and the man next to me was sexy, my nipples hardened quickly. Rather than cover them, I stayed sitting look at CJ, proud.

Then things got, for lack of a better word, wild.
He pulled me towards him tugging and caressing my nipples, my pussy ached.
He whispered in my ear as he caressed my tits, saying to pull his cock out of his pants. I leaned my head on his chest and undid his belt and zipper. His hardening cock was very visible under his shorts. It was very inviting.
I pulled his cock out and it jumped at me, almost at full attention.
Next I was told to remove more clothing, this time it was my shoes and pants. I did so, this time eagerly. I wanted to show off to this man that choose to have sex with me this night my lingerie fetish. What was reveled to him was maroon lace boy shorts, a thin black lace garter belt that was holding up a pair of black, lace-topped stockings.
He was obviously impressed.
My next command was to “suck it”
I quickly went down on CJ. He had shaved completely for me, his dick and balls smooth as a baby’s behind making it even more suck-able. I sucked his cockhead into my mouth and massaged his balls. He moaned in ways I hadn’t heard for a while, I love it when he moans and it turned me on more. I kept at it, losing myself in the taste and smell of his delicious, and seemingly fresh cock.
He stiffened a bit more in my mouth, but after only a couple of minutes he pulled me up to my feet, stepped out off his pants, put his hands on my shoulders, and pushed me backwards in to the bedroom. A bedroom I felt I had never seen before. Then he pushed me onto the bed, my legs were half hanging off.
He was standing in front of me at the foot of the bed, looking just lustful, his cock was rock hard. I could only describe his cock as being unstoppable, it pointed straight out from his body towards me and I knew what it wanted, and I wanted to give it to him.

CJ didn’t even bother to take my panties off; he forcefully pulled my panties to the side, exposing my hot, wet slit. He positioned me just right, and thrust his hot shaft inside me. My god, I had never felt so filled up, so quickly. Basic instinct seemed to clench my pussy walls around him, trying to pull him deeper inside me. I screamed, I moaned, primal grunts escaped me with each heavy, hot, hard thrust of his cock.
Then it was as though I felt guilty and whispered, “I don’t usually do this”

His moans and grunts were just as primal, seemingly new. He told me how much he liked my pretty pussy, that I reminded him of the ‘last, best pussy he ever had’.
I fucked him harder and soon I was shaking, cumming over his cock. This didn’t make him slow his pace, he kept at me, pounding my cunt into oblivion.
I whispered, “I don’t usually do this, I’m not usually like this”.
He pulled out of me and sternly said to me,
“Is that why you’re wearing “fuck me” panties and stockings?”
He reached up and pulled my panties, garter belt, and stockings off in one swift motion.

Next he sent me into heaven, he spread my legs wider and dove into my pussy, loving it with his tongue and lips. I wasn’t as daring with my usual bedroom filthy talk. This was after all a stranger and I didn’t know how he would take it. Once he started eating my freshly fucked snatch I moaned out, “Eat me, ohhh eat me”.
And that’s what he did, over and over, not only lapping at my juicy hole and hot slit, but nibbling on my clit like never before. It was fantastic, again like a new man devouring me and I came on his face.
He must have dived down on me three separate times.
Once he stopped he barked another stern command, “Get on your hands and knees”.
He started fingering me from behind, inserting one finger then another, and jamming then in and out of me until I was begging for him to stop, “Stop, I can’t stand it any more”
I collapsed on my stomach as he slowed down.
But I wanted more cock, and he wanted to give it to me.
His cock was a fucking diamond cutter.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, was all I can say.
And let me tell you my dear readers, he did just that. He entered me from behind, my favorite position, and made me his bitch.
His cock was so hot I could feel the heat inside me. It made me grind and rock against him each time he went deeper inside me.
He exclaimed of his love for “mature pussy, pussy that knew how to fuck”
I guess I was that pussy. As he fucked me and his balls slapped against me it felt almost as though he was trying to climb inside me.
The sting of pleasure was my next feeling, as he pumped in and out of me he started smacking my ass, hard, first one cheek, then the other.
I yelled out, enjoying each searing smack, knowing I was being a whore for sleeping with a man I had just met.
My final explosion came as my body quivered and all my energy seemed to focus between my thighs.
He pulled out of me, and lay down on his back as I licked and sucked my tart and tangy juices off his dick.
Once we were spent we held on to each other and went through some polite pillow talk, but things were almost getting too weird, plus I wanted, no needed to express myself so I whispered to CJ “Please just say ‘end scene’”.
It took him a minute, but he slapped his hands together and said,
“Annndd, end scene”
And I said “Wow I had a blast !”
It was like a hypnotist snapping his fingers and I was wide awake again. I was refreshed, felt like myself, and I was rejuvenated.
It was about midnight by now. I told CJ I couldn’t go to sleep yet, so we went out to the Living Room, our Living Room again, and we spoke for another hour and half.
Our discussion was full of insights and new plans involving our sex life, but I think that may be another post.
I think today (Monday), is the first day we haven’t talked about how great Friday night was.

Let CJ know if you’d like to get his side of the story and his feelings.

What A Blast !

What a Blast was a title I finally settled on, but this story could have many: The First Role-play, A Date With My Husband, etc.

I have had role-play experiences, but it has always been at home and the bedroom. Last night was a complex played out set of circumstances over the course of about four hours.





Last week an idea just popped into my head. I thought about having a date with my husband. I presented the idea to CJ and he was all for it. We would meet at a bar of his choosing, and we would act as strangers, and see what evolved.
I had never done anything like this before, but I was looking forward to it all week.
I went as far as to advertising on craigslist.com asking for a date with the perfect man on Friday night. I got an email from CJ telling me to meet him at 7:30pm at a very nice bar in a hotel downtown. It added to the suspense because I had never been there before.

I was able to change, get my make-up on, and do my hair and our daughter’s apartment. She only knew that her father and I were meeting up for dinner, and like me, she is a hopeless romantic. She did my hair and nails and helped me pick out outfits.

I left a little early because I wanted to get there before CJ. I was hoping to be flirting with another man when he came in, but the bar was fairly empty when I got there. The only male I got a chance to speak to was the young bartender. I sat down, ordered a Cosmo and waited with butterflies in my stomach.
He finally got there, a little late, asked if he could sit next to me, I indifferently said “fine”, and the game began.
We fell instantly into the cat and mouse game played at every bar on a Friday night. We supported each other’s role-playing perfectly. I actually felt nervous, got a bit drunk faster because of it, and started making slight sexual innuendo, as did he. We talked about work, but had taken on different professions. The liquor, his gin, and my vodka helped embolden us, and he got up the nerve to ask if I wanted to join him for dinner at the restaurant downstairs. I was pensive at first, but accepted. We had a wonderful dinner, but I was actually too nervous to finish mine.
When the waitress asked us if we wanted dessert or coffee, we both declined.
CJ asked “are you sure, not even coffee?”
I answered with “I can get some at home”
It started a conversation about gourmet coffee, which we both enjoy. Then he did something very bold, he asked me to come home with him for coffee. I couldn’t answer him at first. I was still feeling the effects of the drinks I had at the bar.
Then I said, “I took a risk by coming out tonight, so why not”
They boxed up my leftovers, we traded information on where our cars were parked and he told me to follow him to his place.
I offered to pay half the bill, but he wouldn’t accept my money, so he paid and walked me to the garage and my car.

I followed his car, and it was then that I realized I had fallen completely into this.
He was driving fast up the expressway and I was actually was thinking to my self, ‘doesn’t he know I’m trying to follow him, what if I lose him?’
I was driving to my own home, but it didn’t feel like it!
Eventually I was a stranger in my home. It seemed as though the cat didn’t even know who I was.

CJ made a fresh pot of coffee and told me about his ‘bachelor pad’.
He put a bit of a kick into my coffee by adding some Bailey’s Irish Cream.
Our talk continued, but it got a bit more racy and I could feel my face changing to give the expressions of fuck me. I had been turned on, off and on, throughout the evening, it was always different things from the way CJ smelled when he sat down next to me, to when we would both enjoy the same joke.

After having the coffee, CJ mentioned to me that he had a spare room and I was welcome to stay the night. Then floodgates opened, by then I was still feeling the character I was playing, and I wouldn’t feel “myself” again for another 2 hours.
It was two simple lines. After he mentioned the spare room CJ said, “I’ll send Penny [the cat] in to sleep with you”
I smiled at him and said
“So it’s up to Penny who I sleep with tonight?”
There was only a short amount of small talk after that.
Out of the clear blue, he dropped his voice an octave and said, “Take of your blouse off”.

It’s been 24 hours and it still is in my mind constantly, part two to follow as soon as I can relive it all and commit pixel to screen.