A weekend with the RENTS

Well my first full summer in New York City has proved to be far from uneventful to say the least. Things are actually going great at work, for 2 reasons. I have a new boss (which I mentioned previously) who's great and basically lets me do pretty much whatever the fuck I want (within my actual job description). And with the stock market basically going through the roof at the moment there are plenty of people right now who are making ALOT of fucking money. Most of the people I work with are also included in this to varying degrees. So the demeanor at work is much better. My guy posse work lunches are getting longer and more expensive. And now we're going out most every day instead of just once or twice a week. But what's even better the dinners and or clubbing excursions are getting more elaborate and exciting as well. Funny how the more the money flows the hotter and more elegant the women seem to become.

And speaking of women I have to confess that I was/am experiencing a bit of intense pussy love myself. After quite a few long phone conversations I finally invited my new model/goddess back here to my place last Thursday night. Where I proceeded to give here what I'm sure would probably count as one of the longest cunnilingus sessions on record. I just wanted to gaze and munch at that beautiful pussy. And god knows I did, over the space of what was probably like close to 4 hours. I let her give me a blowjob for a bit. But I told her I wasn't going to cum and I wasn't going to fuck her either. It was all about causing as many pussygasms as I could possible manage. And I think I did pretty well on that score.

Of course those of you that know me are aware that I almost NEVER do this. Technically my rule is that I only fuck a pussy once. Or rather have sex with a pussy once (I may actually fuck it more than one time during a session -although that's extremely rare as well). Call me crazy, but it's just the way I do things. In this case though I also got up in the morning before she did, showered and made her one hell of a great big breakfast. That's because I actually wasn't going in to work but needed her out of the way since my parents were coming to visit for the weekend. They wanted to check up on the condo (like they're worried I'm going to destroy the place). But also because on Saturday we needed to accept delivery on my (very late) B-day present from Dad. At least he's pretending that's what it is when I know it's really to reward me for not fucking up my first year of work with one of the major financial/investment houses on the planet.

So what the hell is it? I'll give you a hint: it will certainly save me alot in taxi cab fares to work and back this next year. Since the condo actually entitles us to one secure parking space in the building's garage dad figured I might as well make use of it with something nice. I posted a pic of it on my Tumblr. But before everyone starts screaming about me being a spoiled rich mid-20 something piece of shit-- its a fucking USED Ferrari ok? -from 2006. And it's a convertible, "Rossa Corsa" red with a jet black top. And so fucking beautiful I just want to lay on top of it naked. So the JOY of getting that delivered on Saturday morning (dad had paid to have a guy drive it up from the dealer in Coral Gables) was later mitigated GREATLY by having to take mom shopping all the rest of the goddamn day.

Well to say she was shopping is really an insult to her experience because what she was REALLY doing was visiting Bergdorf's as usual, which for her is akin to the Muslim's visiting the Holy shrine at Mecca pretty much. I have to take her though because she knows I'll insist on paying for everything ( I really don't mind). What I DO mind however are the sudden stares from guys that work there who suddenly recognize me from (most often) one of the 3 different gyms I workout at (almost daily now). They always seem to have to confer a little bit before deciding whether or not it might actually be me, since (lets admit it) they've spent MOST of their time looking at me when I have little or no clothes on. And my face is not usually the part of my anatomy drawing most of their attention.

So it ends up being this rather hysterical game of steering mom to personal shoppers not affiliated with the "gangs". But they will still try and do everything they can in the hopes that they can ring me up since they are all trying to find out my name from my credit cards. But just in case I end up rolling a "snake eyes" and find myself at a register with a barely disguised fully salivating cockmonger, I never take mom shopping without at least $3,000 in CASH in my wallet. Yeah bitches, I'm really not so dumb after all. If that seems excessive (like $500) should really be enough for those rare emergencies, you really don't know my mom. So I was pretty happy when dad rescued me (us) for an early dinner at Carmines (he could only get an early reservation). I was fine though as I can pretty much eat Italian anytime. And I also have to admit that the great really spicy Italian meal finally helped me get rid of the "pussy" taste I still had in my mouth after my rather strenuous endeavors 2 nights before.

You might well expect that now (3 weeks after my last real fuckfest) that I'd have something set for this weekend (or at least soon). And I will at least say that something very serious IS on the horizon. I just really can't say what it is yet--sorry. I can however mention that at 3:15 a.m this morning I took and posted a drunken pic on my Tumblr that should make my followers there VERY happy ( I hope).

yeah --more later

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