briefly, before deciding they weren't sexually compatible. He cleaned out her drinks cabinet and the food in her fridge, but she thought he was fun to have around, if not full time, and their friendship remained solid. We met when Karume took me to Momo Bar, a world music club in the West End, where Nadia worked as a sound engineer and booked the acts. A fellow Pisces, I liked her immediately. She was amusing and said 'darling' a lot and spoke in dramatic sentences that ended in exclamation points.
'Oh, darling,' said Nadia, as I recounted my appointment with the bogus doctor, 'had you met this man before?'
'Only on the web,' I said.
'And you let him into your house? Are you crazy?'
I told her he was a hedge-fund trader who lived down the road. As if that made him a safe bet.
'You know, darling, you never know. I could never let a strange man come to my house. I don't know how you can do these things.'
'I know. You're right, I shouldn't,' I said. 'I don't usually do that.' And that was true: I don't. But I tried to explain that, for some reason, I just felt safe with him.
Except I really couldn't explain it. I knew that even normal-seeming trader-type guys could turn out to be nutcases. But in my many years of fucking around, I'd always been lucky. I may have had bad radar when it came to boyfriends like Karume, but I had good radar when it came to sex partners. I told Nadia I had liked Dr Donny's voice and that he had sounded smart and sexy and fun.
'Darling . . .'
'Anyway, he had an enormous cock. And he lives down the road and he's a hedge-fund trader. And now he's invited me to Monaco.'
'Are you going?'
I explained that I had to rearrange a few things first and that then I would let him know. But in my head, I'd already decided.
I waited a few hours before texting my answer, so as not to appear too keen.
I didn't hear back from Donny until after the weekend, when he popped up on Messenger.
'sorry i didnt get back to u but work got mental'
I deleted him from my phonebook and blocked his name on Messenger.
I felt let down – annoyed at having been conned, hurt at having been so quickly discarded, and surprised at having been so easily hooked. I don't mind the fuck-and-gos; in fact, I quite like them. If Donny hadn't suggested meeting up again, that would have been OK. But I do mind being lied to. It is totally unnecessary. We'd both got what we'd wanted. I didn't need a second thwarted fantasy on top of the first one that hadn't worked out quite as I'd imagined.
About a week later, whilst casually looking for playmates on Swinging Heaven, I stumbled across a new doctor ad.
'Have you a Doctor Fantasy?' it asked.
I pulled up the ad and saw Donny's pics. One of them was new: a head shot that was cropped right where a woman's head had once been. I figured it was his girlfriend or maybe a wife. Her long brown hair was still visible, spilling onto his shoulder.
Hi Girls and Ladies
Who gets turned on when they go and see their doctor?
Well Dr Donny is here to fulfil those fantasises
I'm a sex doctor who knows how to treat the symptons listed above.
Would you like to have the hardest, longest and most satisfying cock you have ever had to relieve the stresses of your daily life ??
Im totally clean, respectable, discreit and very st8.
I live in London but can travel. Im available during the day sometimes as well.
Get in touch soon and we can all have some fun.
Ooops nearly forgot i promise to keep it a secret!!!!!
Donny
Perhaps I should have been flattered that Donny had taken inspiration from our morning tryst. But my first thought was that he'd nicked my fantasy. I sent him a message on Swinging Heaven pointing out his spelling mistakes.
Liar. Cad. Shitty speller. Still, I had to admit, I'd suck his cock again if the opportunity arose. It was beautiful.
2. MY SECRET
Dr Donny wasn't the first guy I'd had for breakfast, or rather, at meal times.
For about three years, I used my lunch hour for things
'Oh, darling,' said Nadia, as I recounted my appointment with the bogus doctor, 'had you met this man before?'
'Only on the web,' I said.
'And you let him into your house? Are you crazy?'
I told her he was a hedge-fund trader who lived down the road. As if that made him a safe bet.
'You know, darling, you never know. I could never let a strange man come to my house. I don't know how you can do these things.'
'I know. You're right, I shouldn't,' I said. 'I don't usually do that.' And that was true: I don't. But I tried to explain that, for some reason, I just felt safe with him.
Except I really couldn't explain it. I knew that even normal-seeming trader-type guys could turn out to be nutcases. But in my many years of fucking around, I'd always been lucky. I may have had bad radar when it came to boyfriends like Karume, but I had good radar when it came to sex partners. I told Nadia I had liked Dr Donny's voice and that he had sounded smart and sexy and fun.
'Darling . . .'
'Anyway, he had an enormous cock. And he lives down the road and he's a hedge-fund trader. And now he's invited me to Monaco.'
'Are you going?'
I explained that I had to rearrange a few things first and that then I would let him know. But in my head, I'd already decided.
I waited a few hours before texting my answer, so as not to appear too keen.
I didn't hear back from Donny until after the weekend, when he popped up on Messenger.
'sorry i didnt get back to u but work got mental'
I deleted him from my phonebook and blocked his name on Messenger.
I felt let down – annoyed at having been conned, hurt at having been so quickly discarded, and surprised at having been so easily hooked. I don't mind the fuck-and-gos; in fact, I quite like them. If Donny hadn't suggested meeting up again, that would have been OK. But I do mind being lied to. It is totally unnecessary. We'd both got what we'd wanted. I didn't need a second thwarted fantasy on top of the first one that hadn't worked out quite as I'd imagined.
About a week later, whilst casually looking for playmates on Swinging Heaven, I stumbled across a new doctor ad.
'Have you a Doctor Fantasy?' it asked.
I pulled up the ad and saw Donny's pics. One of them was new: a head shot that was cropped right where a woman's head had once been. I figured it was his girlfriend or maybe a wife. Her long brown hair was still visible, spilling onto his shoulder.
Hi Girls and Ladies
Who gets turned on when they go and see their doctor?
Well Dr Donny is here to fulfil those fantasises
I'm a sex doctor who knows how to treat the symptons listed above.
Would you like to have the hardest, longest and most satisfying cock you have ever had to relieve the stresses of your daily life ??
Im totally clean, respectable, discreit and very st8.
I live in London but can travel. Im available during the day sometimes as well.
Get in touch soon and we can all have some fun.
Ooops nearly forgot i promise to keep it a secret!!!!!
Donny
Perhaps I should have been flattered that Donny had taken inspiration from our morning tryst. But my first thought was that he'd nicked my fantasy. I sent him a message on Swinging Heaven pointing out his spelling mistakes.
Liar. Cad. Shitty speller. Still, I had to admit, I'd suck his cock again if the opportunity arose. It was beautiful.
2. MY SECRET
Dr Donny wasn't the first guy I'd had for breakfast, or rather, at meal times.
For about three years, I used my lunch hour for things
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