Without a ban

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Today is a new day. It’s a warm cool morning. After last night, the amount I drank and more, it’s hard for me to remember everything. To fit in my head that I’m still, how can I say it more beautifully? Yeah, no way in hell! I fucked Alexa and she saw me snorting coke. But that was the first time in my practice. Blanche decided to share a little bag. I tried it, I liked it. My reality immediately changed. I felt superior and euphoric. I was a completely different person. First I consumed it before I fucked Blanche, then, to relieve the tension I had in me when I saw Alexa with that old goat. Yeah, he might not be that old, but still. What was it? Possessive instincts or wild passion and desire? I don’t know. Love? No, I don’t think so. Then what was it? Why have I been so attracted to her lately? And why did she reject me so harshly and hurt me after sex, which she clearly enjoyed?

Okay, I guess I’m still drunk right now, and I’m incapable of adequately answering my own questions. – Arthur,” Blanche murmured in my ear.

How did she get here? That’s the last thing I need.

“Hello, Blanche. Are you leaving already?” I asked when I noticed that she had started to get out of my bed.

“No, how could I do that to you? Go away and leave you unsatisfied?” She answered and put her hand under the covers.

“What are you doing?” but her hand went to my cock and squeezed it hard with her fingers.

“I told you, I’m used to seeing things through.”

“Blanche,” I moaned as she began to run her hand up and then down the base.

“Yes, Arthur? Is there something you don’t like?” and she replaced her hand with her mouth.

“Oh, God,” he moaned as she touched the head with her tongue.

“Oh, yes. Yes, I am your goddess. Only I am capable of giving you true pleasure, not your Alexa. Who is she?”

“What? Who is she to tell me what to do?” I freaked out and threw her off the bed.

“It’s none of your business! Whatever name I wanted, that’s what I called you.”

“Are you out of your mind? What do you think you’re doing? I’m not the one you can just throw out,” she said indignantly as she got up from the floor.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think I was strong enough.”

“You’re sorry? Are you serious? ” she asked irritably, and picked up her dress and panties from the floor and began to dress.

“Blanche,” I tried to take her hand, but she pulled it away.

“You know what, Arthur. You’re a good dog, and you’ve got a great dick, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to put up with this attitude.”

“I already apologized.”

“I take it you bring all your girlfriends here? Is this your whorehouse?”

“What are you talking about?”

“There’s a woman’s makeup bag on your nightstand. The question becomes self-inflicted. Are you really looking for an open relationship, casual sex, or do you have a girlfriend you just decided to cheat on? I don’t ruin other people’s relationships and families.”

“I’m a single guy, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Well then give the makeup bag back to that whore and then you can call me,” she said as she put on her shoes.

“I’ll do that and I’ll see you again,” I told her, but she just shook her head, walked over to me and the only thing she said was:

“Do it first,” she kissed me and walked out of my apartment.

“So what am I supposed to do with Alex’s makeup bag?” I asked myself, and began to examine its contents. Nothing special – powder, lipstick, eye shadow, bracelet, perfume and keys. These are the keys to her apartment, right? Wow! Now, that’s a find. She really hurt me yesterday, now it’s my turn to strike back.

Alexa

It’s a kind morning when you meet it in a swanky apartment and a gorgeous mansion like Gilbert’s. It has three floors, a greenhouse, its own garden. There are high ceilings, marble floors, and mahogany stairs to the upper floors. The house is completely in the art – style. In different corners of the living room are figures and statues, pictures of famous masters and designer furniture. The house has a lot of rooms, all I could not count. I would live here forever, if I had the chance. And why not? Can’t I marry him? No Alexa, you can’t. He’ll just fulfill your dream, that’s all.

I went into the bathroom, which was decorated with emeralds. Yes, yes, exactly gemstones. It feels like Gilbert designed it from the Wizard of Oz story. The green color creates a feeling of freshness and helps me to fully relax, which I need right now. The floor is lined with contrasting tiles – of dark – green and lettuce colors.

Also, the bathroom is completely surrounded by vases made of clear glass with small twigs and lilies inside. The Jacuzzi was made in the shape of a seashell. I turned on the water and began to draw in the water. I slowly sank into the tub myself when the water was half-full. What a bliss, – I thought, and began to soap my body with liquid Dior gel, which I took from the shelf.

I closed my eyes and imagined being caressed by a man’s hands, trying to give me pleasure. And again the events of last night, or rather our unexpected meeting with Arthur, came back to me. I hadn’t been honest with him last night. He had really pushed me to my limits last night, and that was something almost no one had ever managed before. But what’s next? I don’t love him, that’s a fact. I haven’t loved anyone at all in my life and I haven’t allowed myself to do so. Childhood crushes don’t count. Passion? Maybe it’s passion. But I’m well aware that it won’t last. Good sex? Yes, that’s true. But will it always be like that, or only when Arthur is high? That’s a lot of questions with no definite answers. But one thing I do know is that I’m madly attracted to him, and I can’t deny it anymore. Okay, I guess I’ll wait for Gilbert first, and then I’ll figure out what to do about Arthur. I never thought I’d be such a bitch. But otherwise, I’d just go crazy. After what I’d been through, after what I’d experienced, I just didn’t want to live and trust people.