City of the Angels

I think I'm slowly coming back to reality. I did get a text message last week from SM saying she was thinking of me (WTF?). I didn't respond. I didn't know if I should. I just let it go.

Her message came in when I turned my phone on after landing last Friday in LA. This trip was all pleasure and no business, even though representatives of three companies I deal with on a regular basis would have been more than happy to meet for drinks or dinner or both. No, this was me time. Time to eat lots of junk food here and here. Stay up late. Get up even later. Indulge my inner child. And sorry, Riff Dog, as much as I would have liked to have met and traded war stories, perhaps the next trip out.

This weekend getway happened to fall on the same weekend when I usually head to Austin to indulge my vinyl record obessions. Which would have meant a meal and some slap and tickle time with my old college girlfriend. But since I wasn't there, the best I could do was to call her after I woke up Saturday morning. S was already on the road doing wifely and mom things. I think I almost made her lose control of the car when I told her was in bed, naked and alone in LA with a very hard cock that I was stroking, just moments from cumming all over my hand and stomach. I did hear a small gasp escape from her lips and her son ask her if something was wrong. She quickly told him no and managed to say a "good morning, how are you" to me. I loved being able to talk dirty to her and she had no way to respond, excepts with "uh-huh"s and "yes". I made it a point to groan loudly as I came. "That was nice," she said. But as we said our goodbyes, she did whisper "I'm wet dammit" to me.

No, I didn't find some sweet young thing in LA to keep me company during the weekend and fuck me silly. But I did recharge the batteries and came back with a new outlook on things. Not to mention an afternoon tryst with M. I'll share that tale in a day or two, and I'll try to be better about blogging.