silverlaker

the lighting was perfect today. we sat in the park, sipping oolong tea and smoking exports. serge pushed my skirt up a bit, exposing my panties. then he shot. black and white, always. im sure my face had the blas effect i have come to rely on. as he snapped away and i dimmed out the nasal voice of tocca, the ass licker, i saw a man out of the corner of my eye. the most beautiful man id ever seen. he looked familiar enough for me to stare. he winked at me and then he was gone. the rest of my day slurped into clichs. when we got back to the loft, serge disappeared into the dark room and i was left with tocca. thank god, he propped himself onto the telephone and began blabbing about his overwhelming hard-on for serge and the genius of love. he is so amateur and boring. but i do love serge, and he, iin his way, of course. we have made love twice. needless to say, his stallion cock never entered me. we merely stroked each other and gazed. we have a common reverence for each other.

i do enjoy being a muse.

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