Man and Woman Eaters

Angie was recently informed by “R” that he can no longer maintain his relationship with her; claiming he cannot return the depth of affection she has for him because he knows it will never lead to them having anything more than a dead-end affair. Angie had made it clear in the past that she would be willing to continue their relationship indefinitely, but she would never leave me for another man.



I have not decided if he is being disingenuous or not, but if given the benefit of the doubt he would be a remarkable man indeed. Here he is, or was, enjoying the affections of Angie, at his beck and call, and getting the whole package wrapped up in the fantasy du jour. Over the course of their on-again-off-again two year relationship Angie has come to him in any variety of ensemble and accoutrements to fire his imagination; the most recently planned theme being of seductive siren sheathed in black body lace, ready to bind and blindfold him in preparation for a slow and lingering tease before release. A long music score of various instrumental blues, jazz, and R&B songs was prepared with painstaking care so that she could play it in the background to augment the mood of the evening’s theme. Talk about service. I’d be willing to bet a nut there are MILLIONS of men out there who would have killed to be in his place; never thinking for a moment to walk away from such a gorgeous seductress who puts so much imagination into the love making she brings. The fact he could not reconcile the reality that this is all it would be between him and Angie…free of drama, demands, commitment, or any expectations other than to let himself go in the fantasy world Angie created for him, is almost beyond belief. But there it is. Galahad rides off into the sunset.


Matters were briefly complicated by the fact I had to insist Angie break off seeing her previous lover to “R”, one I call “K”, given the fact he is in a “committed” relationship of his own. The knowledge we were in effect enabling him to betray his girlfriend by allowing their secret trysts to continue was a problem in my mind, and I did not want Angie to be “the other woman”. In any event, things with “R” and “K” are squared away, and we’re moving on.


We now have two tigers by the tail.


We have continued to maintain contact with Lori and Paul and have agreed to meet next week when they come into town. If anybody typifies the “work hard play hard” ethos, it’s these two. Moreover, these two are the Incubus and Succubus incarnate, and I wonder if Angie and I will be able to keep up with them. Their beautifully fit, lean and muscular, marathon 5’10” physiques hint of their physicality, but tell you nothing about what is in their minds. For that one only needs to read and hear what they have to say about their proclivities in the way of licentious sex. Boy, is Lori kinked. She’s got all sorts of ideas what she wants to do to Angie and me, and how Paul is going to jump in just to add a little more tempo to the mix. Angie and I have tried to gently let them know we’re into the slow courtship, to allow the chemistry to build, and grow the relationship organically. We’re all about “Come On Baby Light My Fire” alright; a nice warm yellow-orange flame. But not Lori, she’s a bright blue acetylene blow torch. She evidently sees our gentle suasions as merely playing coy, and it fires her up even more to dominate. She wants to use her strap-on with Angie and me. If that isn’t daunting enough, Paul has his weapon that is easily 8 inches in length, and at best guess...9+ inches in girth. I have nothing to fear from him because he is straight, but ay carrumba, poor Angie.


What’s that old saw? “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it”.