He is a good boy, and we’re still friends but we grew apart. I've always flirted with girls and have had a few beg for me to own them. I met Ella ab...ut seven months ago, we've been chatting weekly, sometimes more since. She’s the only one who has really captured my attention. For some reason, I’m not as picky with men. When it comes to the females however, I nitpick them until I find ‘ The one’ I like. I do believe I found that with Ella. Ella has strawberry long blond hair, sea blue eyes. She. Usually the good girl in any crowd, Tricia never made waves, never went to the edge. This was all so very new. Foggy and hung over from the unexpected adventures of the past night, and with a ratty strand of Christmas lights blinking a tedious, dreadful pattern of glare and gloom above her head, Tricia with eyes closed, carefully began putting last night’s pieces back into place; A worthy job in her condition. The food, the bar, the drinks, the conversation; “What did I say to them?” “Oh. Help walkin’!” His friend laughed at the crude joke, and just kept looking at me. I had shed the clothes, and was now just possessing my caftan, collar, heels and handcuffs. I didn’t have a shred of anything else on me. I looked to Ben, my eyes pleading, and confused.“Go with them, slut. And take care of them. Do a good job and everything will be righteous. But don’t fuckin’ say no!” His eyes were serious, and I was still confused. The look on my face was obvious, as the sloppy guy. She was good company, and a fantastic fuck, and she had a brain as well it seems. There was a challenge ahead of me. Who taught her how to fuck like that? And, is she prepared to let me continue the relationship? As we waited for the bus to take us home again I said, “I have a feeling there may be somebody else in your life, is there a chance I can see you again?” “Yes … You are half right. There are two men in my life now I hope, the other one you will never meet. I hope that you will learn to.