He knew just what to say to a woman, how to treat her. He was the perfect gentleman in more ways than one. He was an exquisite specimen of a man. And I had told him so.
“Hello gorgeous! What ya wearing? Knowing you not much I’m pretty certain!”
“Hi there handsome, you’re right, pretty much naked at the moment. What ya doing?”
“Just a working boy today. God I want you so bad right now. I don’t have a lot of time today but I want my dick in your mouth.”
“I want to see you too, Connery, really bad! Can you make it by this afternoon for a quickie maybe? Is Abby working tonight? I won’t be home until a little after six p.m. as usual got to close the store up this evening.”
“I’ll see. Yes the wife’s working. I love seeing you, Camille. You might need a good spanking *grin*.” He had typed.
“I love being with you so much Connery… I wish I… never mind…”
“Uh-oh, were you waxing romantic there for a second? *grin*.
“Yeah, don’t laugh at me, what a shame that I have let you in that far. I should have never allowed that to happen. Guess I am feeling a little melancholy today for some reason. I am generally much more cautious with my emotions than what I have been with you for some reason, dang it’s just not right.”
I thought of Rolando briefly, how I had fallen so deeply under his spell last summer. William had been the worst when it came to putting a spell on me; his had lasted a life time and now look where I was.”
“You should know how I feel about you Connery after all these months, you should know by now.”
“Well my experience has been that women rarely are so open with their sexuality as you have been. I just love how gorgeous you are in my arms, how you give yourself to me so freely so unconditionally. Not wanting anything more than just my sex and a bit of my time.”
He had been right in so many ways. I didn’t want to marry him, he wasn’t marrying material. I felt so sorry for his wives, the first and second one, and especially Abigail, since she too had met him on a dating site and had won his love and his heart. He had left wife number two to go be with Abby. How had she done that, she must have been good at persuading him to leave his life and come running into her arms as her own.
“I hate that that once a woman shares her sexuality with a man they normally want you all to themselves… I hate that you have to choose just one! I love Abby to death but I will never just want her, there will always have to be others to share my sexuality with even if it’s behind her back, sorry to say.”
“Why had you married her then, you loved her enough to marry her, since you did I assume, obviously she was the right choice since you are still with her and can still see other women without suspicious inquiries from her. It seems like it works to me, I don’t care as long as she shares a little of you with me… it’s all good, right?”
“Ha-ha… well, never to her… but…”
He drifted off from his thoughts and the subject changed. Suddenly he brought up a subject that had never been discussed before between the two of us. He had suggested I should write a book, a book I thought, about what?
“You should write a book, Camille. Telling of all your adventures with men, tell the world how your faggot x had destroyed your life and you kids, wouldn’t come forward and help the woman that have given them life. Family should stick together in times like this. You have been given a raw deal, and you of all people don’t deserve to be the bad one, to be treated like this. You are so beautiful, so wonderful any man would want you for his own. You just need to find the right one, but it’s not me. I am not the one for you I never will be. I am not the right man for any woman not even Abby. Sorry to say!”
“A book, OMG you have lost it Connery, I have never written anything before with the exceptions of a few sexy, erotic poems for Franklin at Christmas time. He always loved them though and always asked where I’d get the ideas to write those words on paper from? Maybe you are right Connery maybe I should write a book, a book about you and me! How we met the adventures we have gone through. The deception of the phony pictures you placed on the dating sites as a married man and on the prowl looking for sex! Yeah that sounds like a perfect idea.”
“Poems for Franklin, really let’s see one. Let me read one if you have a copy still. Maybe you are supposed to be a writer, you never know. Some people have to be pushed into situations that they never suspected they would ever go to become what they are meant to be. So let’s read this erotic poem.”
“Really, you really want to see it, to read it? It’s quite unusual and a little long but it tells of our adventures my feelings for him. If you really want to read it I can email it to you.”
So with that said I forwarded to Connery the Erotic Poem I had written for Franklin. It was a strange feeling for Connery to read how I felt about Franklin and to read of our silly sexual acts that were so different from he and I.
“Okay here you go… let me know what you think about it.”
I love you Franklin
But I know you don’t love me
If I died tomorrow at least I would know
The words in my heart have been set free!
I treasure the moments we have spent together
Drinks, dinner, laughter, and well… whatever
I adore the way you are so kind and tender
I crack up when our words turn to banter.
Franklin, the man’s man
All who know you, know you can
Be a macho man, in time of despair
Or as I know you, a pussy cat, that always seems to care
You can make me pee…
Make me laugh, with orgasmic convulsions
Make me cum, with your tongue,
With tons of emotion
Go on and on and never be done!
Contrary to others
You always get the job done.
I can spend the night with you
And never miss a minute sleep
Share a dinner with you
And never say a peep
Dress in rags or dress to the hilt
No matter where we might go
Don’t give me a dare,
For only you know that I will flash in a heartbeat
My breast I will bare!
I love to look deep in your eyes
And See a man who makes me think twice
Feel your warmth flow so freely from deep inside
And never doubt that you are my friend come rain or come shine!
With a desire always to be by my side.
I love to hear you laugh
To watch you play with yourself
To suckle my tits, and eat my grits!
Caress my thumb deep within your ass,
Oh what a hoot, has been… our past!
To bend over in rest
Do you attest?
That the rear end
Is always the best?
Your dick is so sweet
And gives me such delight
Ooo… even, when sometimes it, I might bite
Never in spite, but always
Such sheer delight.
Or place a small rod within you so deep
Always wondering if you will stop me
Before it goes beep beep?
You know where to touch me
You know how to feel
The inside of my bladder
So much better,
Than any doctor, ever will!
I enjoy riding your face
Even, when I fart in disgrace
With my ass in your site’s
You never blink twice, or wrinkle your face!
When golden showers fall fr
om within
You only open wider to swallow till its end
For what are friends for
If we can’t be who we really are
Just one big ole bunch of fun
When in my arms,
Is what you are!
I hope this never ends
The wonder of it all
I know with you it all depends
If you get that damned ole work call
I would cry to see you go
I would miss you so
So please don’t go
If you stay, I will let you suck my toe!
Temptations whether enticing or not
You’re a man I can never forget
Take me with you
If you leave
For with you, I would never cheat or deceive
With all these silly words
I say, just to you, be of much concern
If you have to go, a hard lesson I will learn
And know deep in my heart,
Most likely, you
Will never return.
But I wanted to make you laugh
Before this Christmas is gone
With memories of our past
To know that you are happy
Once and for last!
Even though sadness will in gulf me if you go
I leave you with a thought to ponder, and please
Don’t forget me or my desires
Cause someday you might have to eat my pussy again,
Does that somewhat inspire?
For my love for you, is real
So sorry you feel, it’s no big deal
To quote you once again, my Franklin
Damn it… LOL,
What a ride it’s been!
All the love I have to give
Is at your fingertips, just call my name
Just say the word, and I will be there
To bring you much cheer
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, My wonderful Dear Friend!
May our journey never ever end!
For I have no regrets
From the day it began.
So this wraps it up for this year
No tell’n what might happen
In the New Year
But I know in my heart
It can only get better for you have been here
And are with me forever!
All my love, forever and ever
For it’s been my pleasure!
From beginning to End!
So there I had forwarded a private moment between Franklin and me to Connery. Would he think it was insane, stupid? Probably so, for poems just didn’t seem like it would be one of the things Connery got off to, but I wouldn’t know unless I let him read it and got feedback from him. I waited to hear his comments.
“Wow, I’m impressed! That’s really good. Not sure what it all means but I can tell it was coming from your heart. It’s a little long but poems have no limit so, not bad, not bad at all. Maybe you should really consider writing; seriously, it could be your calling.”
With that I had decided what harm would it do and I began the book and the title would of course have to be “Hello Gorgeous” since all this time he had always addressed me with those words, it only made sense to make that the title. So I set out on a journey, yet another journey I had never been down and I owed it all to Connery Jackson, the man that had been the inspiration from the beginning when I first laid eyes on him that Spring day and then when we finally met for the first time in June. He had been the same man that I had viewed from my workplace windows all those months ago. He had lived across the street and I had always thought how handsome he was. Little would I know that we would end up together enter twining our lives in so many ways. He would continue to be on the dating site for months and months to come. It never bothered me after Grace came into the picture, when other women would vie for his attention, for I realized that he was a free spirit and no woman not even me would ever tame his animal soul, his hunger to migrate from woman to woman.
I had fallen in love with Mr. Bond. I met him as Ernest Hemingway and would go on to even know him in a third profile as Indiana Jones. I had summarized Connery in the end as a man of many faces. I had forwarded to him a few years later that I had categorized him as an actor. My personal actor always there no matter what face he wore or what profile name he used he was always and forever my Mr. Bond. I had shared my thoughts with him regarding those first three profile pictures and my summation of who he was acting out to be with each new photo he had used. This is what I had sent him.
Ah… Let’s see if I can do this… here goes… in my own words… . a magnificent man, vibrant and full of life!
In profile one you were my James Bond, suave, sophisticated, and sexual beyond belief. A true “Gentle” gentleman in every since of the way, a real live “Gold Finger” forever in pursuit of his “Pussy Galore”
In profile two you were my Earnest Hemingway, intellectual, somewhat eccentric, a private man with an eye for the realistic needs and desires of a woman and the know-how, to fulfill these desires in a wide range of complex emotions in your own succinct style. You are at the pinnacle of the game when it comes to knowing how to lure a woman into your arms and suck them right into your novel of life.
In profile three you were my Indiana Jones, handsome, full of adventure, exciting, always turning over every stone looking for the perfect gem of a woman, a woman that could make you more of man than what you were, if that is possible. With each encounter you treat your woman as if it were your “Last Crusade” and your last living, breathing, feast.
In real life you are an adorable man, sweet, extremely giving, a “Gorgeous” man, gracious in more ways than I could list!
All in all you are as near perfect specimen of a man I could have ever dreamed of encountering in my lifetime. From large Santa to a perfect “10”, clean shaven or full beard, long soft curls or short cut hair, and finally completely bald. You have encompassed it all. Who would have ever known it all started with these two little words “Hello Gorgeous.”
It has been my pleasure to have met you, to have caressed your warm body, too have kissed your sweet mouth, to have been one with you often and even now to continue to be friends with you so many years after. Life has been forever changed because of our encounter; the bar of expectations has been raised.
For anyone other woman that might have had, or might have, the opportunity to meet you, they should do so with unbridled, wild abandoned freedom. As a free spirit ready for a flight into the heavens as if they were Lois Lane with their arms wrapped around Superman climbing to heights unreached. It could be the ride of your life if you allow it to be.
That was how I had felt about him after the end of the first few years, moving on into our next year’s together now.
I had been on the dating site one afternoon still single in many ways and having slowed down quite a bit now with dating and all the sex, with the exception of Franklin, who was still around after all those years and memories of all the magnificent times I had spent with Connery, after all the years of being with him, when on this day, there on Facebook, I received a message from a dating site. I wondered who it could be from. I opened it up and there he was, “Gentle Fun” requesting to be my friend.
Connery! He was back at it again, on the hunt, on the prowl for women. Would he ever be satisfied with just one, his wife number four now, and probably well on his way to wife number five soon enough, most likely not? I replied with a yes to accept his friendship. With that we started again, another dating site game, another profile. New encounters of sex and meeting behind closed doors. Soon afterwards he messaged me.
“Come pick me up!”
“Just come get me lets go for a ride, I’m on the bicycle so we need to go in your car.”
“Ok give me about thirty minutes and I’ll be there, same place? Will you be outside waiting on me, or should I call you when I get there?”
“Call me!”
So I left to go get him, down at the port gates, where guest could enter and leave without complications. Connery had deceived me as well in many other ways, he wasn’t from Louisiana he had never even been there. He had moved to the island from the West Coast, employed with large Oil Company as an analyst. It had taken me years to find this information out. It never really mattered to me, for he could have been a bum living on the beach and I would have still fallen for his Sean Connery looks and his sweet smile.
We drove to the beach, parked where no one was at, and no one could see us. We necked for a while; it was so good to taste his sweet warm mouth again. I gave him a blow job; he spurted all over me and his pants. It was so good to be with him again, it had been months and months. I had missed him so!
We started again, a new adventure of sex, indiscretion, and so many things that just weren’t right. But I had one advantage this time, I knew who he was, I knew the real Connery, finally. After all we had been through together, the affair all those years ago, jobs, and the book, the death of George, and now another divorce, and my commitment to Franklin, for the time being.
He had me left alone, lonely all over again to fend for myself, all those years ago. He was so comforting to be with again, a secure familiar feeling. We drove back to his work place once we were done, and when I drove up to let him out at the port gate, he leaned over, gave me a soft kiss goodbye, said to me,
“Can I see you again? Tomorrow possibly when I get off work? The wife is working late nursing shift and I can come to your place if you have no plans? I want to taste you again, to feel your soft body against mine. I want to hold your hands tight within mine when you orgasm for me while I am deep inside you, feeling your soft gentle fold and kissing your beautiful breasts. God you are sooo gorgeous, I want you for lunch, dinner, and for desert. God… you are so uniquely beautiful so so sooo gorgeous, you just have no idea how delectable you are.”
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