cellini's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Was Magnificent! Ok, I'm back. So much to write about. I am tempted to write up everything from Friday evening until right now in the format of a short story. But I really don't have the time to do that properly. First of all, Friday night. I fucked Trish up her ass pretty hard. From behind, which is not my favorite position but whatever. Anyway, afterwards, we were still more or less in position as I was generally continuing to enjoy and admire her ass (what can I say? I deeply love female asses), when out of the blue she suggested that I take pictures of her in the near future. Huh? This after years of resisting anything of the sort? Suddenly she wants us to make some amateur porn. Ok by me. Jenny suggested this morning that what's really going on is that she wants some porn or some porn-ish pictures to post for her adoring fans on livejournal. Have I mentioned that here yet? She has turned into this minor deity in the universe of Harry Potter slash fiction. She writes the slash, has her hordes of adoring fans and some actual photos of herself on her LJ page at times so that people can see that she's actually really hot. Which only adds to her readership. Moreover, she is something of a LJ slut. Very flirty and sexual with many of her readers and commentors. Naturally I'm all in favor of the whole thing. Some time soon we'll be taking some X-rated pictures. I don't know if she just wants to be posing, or wants my dick in her ass for them or what. Obviously I'm pleased no matter what she has in mind. I've already had a few requests from my own readers to see them. I'm not going to post anything here, but anyone who wants to see can email me or post a note or whatever to make a request. Sorry I have no comments enabled. I really need to get on that already... So my trip. Right. It turned out to be lovely even though I didn't get laid. Here's the thing: When I'm on, I'm really ON. When I'm not, I'm not and whatever. But if I go on a trip like that and I am completely ON then everything is great. The nice lady from South Carolina in her 60's who sat next to me on the plane was practically my best friend by the end of the flight. She brought me over to meet her daughter when she was getting picked up and actually invited me to stay at the hotel that her daughter owned (she owns some big national chain of hotels apparently), which I graciously declined having already made other arrangements. Then 5 minutes later I went over to the taxi desk to arrange for transportation to my hotel and met these other 2 women. One about my age (kinda hot, brunette, nice ass), the other in her early 50's (yeah, I would have done her, too). I'll call them Lori and Jane because those were their names. I paid for the cab and overheard that they were headed for the same area so I invited them to ride along. Turns out that they were going to the same hotel and the same conference. Splendid. I was so terribly charming that Lori and Jane followed me around like puppy dogs for the duration of the trip, including in the airport on the return trip a few days later. The whole trip was like this. I walked into the hotel's restaraunt for an early dinner before things got started and ran into this white-haired guy in his late 60's from New Jersey. We got to talking, ended up having dinner together and talked business, cars and old rifles for a couple hours. Great guy. We hung out a bunch of other times after that. There was a reception on Saturday evening and I had all these people coming over to my table until it was standing room only and it was just the damnedest thing. I was very, very funny. It was like I had a comedy routine written for me that I was performing. I was possessed. Every word that came out of my mouth was pure gold. By the way, this happens sometimes with my brother and I. Where we fall into this thing, riffing off of each other until we do actually gather crowds at weddings and fund-raisers and such. Everyone just standing around listening to us having this brilliantly amusing conversation that sounds like it came out of a movie or something. Anyway, it had never happened to me before when I was by myself. Or not by myself but not working as half of a duo. You know what I mean. The next morning, more of the same. Lori and Jane latched on to me in the lobby along with some woman from Texas and a couple of her friends. They all sat around me on the bus over to the conference center (actually a corporate headquarters). When the classes/seminars began, I knew more than the instructor did about all of the subject material. I tried not to be too much of an asshole about it. He ended up constantly stopping to ask me questions. But the really interesting thing was that when I got into the room, there were these 3 women from Lloyds of London there. Not only Lloyds, but from a syndicate that we have a very close relationship with. The oldest was the sister of a guy my father used to work with. In fact, this guy started what is now a major insurance company in the US some years ago and had needed a US location for legal purposes before coming over from the UK and a cubby on my personal desk was that company's entire US presence for a year. Now they're a multi-billion dollar concern. But I digress. Another of them was in her late 40's and had an ass that I wanted to marry and run away to Nova Scotia with. Then there was Dipika. I recognized her name because I've emailed her quite a bit working on projects with her. Had no idea she was going to be there. We'd never met in person or even talked on the phone because she lives in London and there's the whole time zone thing. But surprise, there she was. Extremely hot, extremely Hindu and extremely British with her London accent. About my age, maybe a few years younger. Much thinner than is my usual type and with a pisie sort of haircut that I wouldn't usually like. Yet I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Bear in mind that I lost my virginity to an Indian girl and have always had a weak spot for them every since. Mmmmmmm. I wanted to lick every inch of her body the second I saw her. Her outfit was also stunning. Black leather boots with these neat, charcoal-colored, woolen trousers that came down about mid-calf. I would love to go shopping with this woman. At the first 10 minute break, Dipika started gushing about all sorts of thing. I mean, she was clearly all over me. This happened at every break, where the instructor would be trying to get the class started again and she was still standing there going all girly at me while everyone was staring and waiting for her to sit down. Well, not everyone was staring. Lori and Jane were downright glaring. Fast forward to the end of the afternoon, I had probably a dozen women following me around everywhere. HOW THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN? To make everything even weirder, understand that I spent over a year living in London as a child. I had a London accent that took me years to shake afterwards. And to this day, if I am around English people for longer than 5 minutes, the accent comes back. I can't help it, only try to tone it down. So after chatting with Dipika and the other Brits for a few minutes, there I was zooming away in my old Kensington Gardens lilt and referring to petrol and advertisments and such. The organizers suggested that I put a course together and come back to teach a seminar on high-end business. Everyone wanted my card and email address. And I swear that given one more night there in a situation where everyone was at the bar or what have you, I could have fucked any one of those women that I so chose. How did this happen? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? More importantly, how do I repeat it? How do I bottle this and sell it? Am I suddenly excreting some strange, miracle pheromone? This was the single most charismatic weekend of my life. Bar none. Then today I'm hearing back from this photographer for National Geographic who is making a documentary about American hunting culture as regards a certain non-profit group. He wants to interview me for the movie. We chatted for a while on gmail chat and now we're having a drink together downtown on Thursday after work (I mustn't forget about that). I am *still* trying to shake this English accent that I picked back up. People will hear me and think it's some stupid affectation. When really it is very much legitimate. So strange. Everywhere I have been for the last 5 days or so, everyone I talk to becomes my new best friend. Oh, it is quite a time that I am having all around. Now if only some money would drop out of the sky for me somehow, I would be perfectly content. 2:28 p.m. - 2007-11-06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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