There is no problem here. I hope you're not looking for a story in chronological order. Like a good story should be, this is all happening now, all present, all living.
Photo Copyright 2007 RPP
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Out of Order
There is no problem here. I hope you're not looking for a story in chronological order. Like a good story should be, this is all happening now, all present, all living.
Photo Copyright 2007 RPP
Chapter 8
Photo Copyright 2007 RPPChapter 8
My roommate, a slight Asian guy, good looking in an exotic sense, claims to jerk off more than 10 times a day. He will be destined for a life of jackrabbit sex. Conversely, for women, the more we explore and pleasure ourselves, the better our sex life. It’s the ultimate sex/nature conundrum. I’d sleep with him. If only to test my theory.
Well, what do we have here?
I don't usually do this. Tell people my secrets. But I'm feeling increasingly isolated in the city.
I'm taking pictures of a pretty blond at the end of the month and all I can think about is whether or not she'll want me to kiss her to get in the mood. The photos are for her finance and I'm hoping he won't mind.
I've woken up twice this week from a sex dream. Not actual sex in the dream. Touching. Rubbing. Inappropriate locations. Though I think any location is appropriate as long as you're discrete.
I should probably tell you who I am.
Ahem.
I am Nikki Tuck. I like short walks in the city, leading to a bar.
I like to be clear about things. I don't like to hurt peoples feelings, but I won't take responsibility for you hurting your own. Ha. That sounds so shitty.
I'm writing here for fun. To remember. To immortalize. So when I'm sixty I'll know I had a damn good time.
How did I get my name?
Well, I was sitting with the Producer (you'll hear more about him later) and we were having shrimp and martini's (I was having martini's, many martini's) and he was telling me how he wishes he were younger. That I'm smart and fun and sexy. I'm his dream girl.
I laughed and thought to myself. No, Mr. Producer, you're married, buying me drinks and fucking me sideways tonight. I'm no dream girl, I'm a Dream Whore.
-Nikki
I'm taking pictures of a pretty blond at the end of the month and all I can think about is whether or not she'll want me to kiss her to get in the mood. The photos are for her finance and I'm hoping he won't mind.
I've woken up twice this week from a sex dream. Not actual sex in the dream. Touching. Rubbing. Inappropriate locations. Though I think any location is appropriate as long as you're discrete.
I should probably tell you who I am.
Ahem.
I am Nikki Tuck. I like short walks in the city, leading to a bar.
I like to be clear about things. I don't like to hurt peoples feelings, but I won't take responsibility for you hurting your own. Ha. That sounds so shitty.
I'm writing here for fun. To remember. To immortalize. So when I'm sixty I'll know I had a damn good time.
How did I get my name?
Well, I was sitting with the Producer (you'll hear more about him later) and we were having shrimp and martini's (I was having martini's, many martini's) and he was telling me how he wishes he were younger. That I'm smart and fun and sexy. I'm his dream girl.
I laughed and thought to myself. No, Mr. Producer, you're married, buying me drinks and fucking me sideways tonight. I'm no dream girl, I'm a Dream Whore.
-Nikki
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