Pardon my French, but Menage no Twat?
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Pardon my French, but Menage no Twat?

 

My entire life, thus far has played melancholy; poignant, pathetic and dramatically filled. I reminisce the most vivid theatrical occurrences; all I have failed and the consequences I suffered in light of my failures; I smile.
Last night— (whew) last night HAS to have been staged!! A series of events that led to the utmost climactic and humorous short-faction: A night in the life of a Sex Kitten.Drama and theatrics, no fabrications and no fucking elaborations!

Dinnertime is my breakfast. Long bubble filled bath, vanity and laced covered garments later I scurry down the hall onto the elevator. Time is endless, it ticks away and I always fall behind. I discreetly tiptoe into Vespa Bar (first floor of Cosmo Hotel & Casino) to play pretend I had already been there quite a while waiting. Nathaniel (my beloved gay), however grabs me from behind and I twirled facing him. Got me! I reside currently at the Cosmo (waiting for my apartment to be furnished and “livable”)and it fascinates me how tardy I still am. Oh well!

Nathaniel and I sat down together for the usual Friday night cocktails (me, just patron shots) and as usual Nathaniel gets chatty among neighboring bar patrons. I am not in dismay, I quite enjoy the company of strange faces—just not in a small, useless conversing manner, but more between my thighs, mouth wide open, hair tousled sort of way. Nathaniel chats up a couple sitting beside me. When my trivial thoughts fade I noticed the “Jane”. She’s quite panty-wetting attractive. Short asymmetrical bob, blond blue-eyed bombshell. Her blouse is low cut, exposing two tantalizing, mouth watering tasty tits bursting at her seams. I suppose I was a tad bit hypnotized and it had not occurred to me I was staring and drooling (damn asperger’s). The “Jack”, husband of Jane, disrupted my fantasy with an (already soaked) panty-dropping smirk (only exclusive few are blessed with). I blush and a warm tingling rush crept down my spine and an explodes into my pelvis region.

Sweet baby Moses, if only photos could print from memories…..If you could imagine my thoughts in words; they are simply splendiferous and scrumptious.

Awkwardly, I flash him a smile and stutter a quick hello. Suddenly three set of eyes are directed towards me. Fuck’en ball sweat! Being a natural born oddity, I start telling raunchy, lewd jokes and that (plus four shots) lighten the sexual tension. I shed my social anxiety and flirtatious, witty “Jayde” emerges.

A few hours of cocktails later Nathaniel receives an obvious booty call and we say our farewells. Intoxicated, hot and horny I scooted a chair over and plopped my round ass next to Jane and turned where my legs touch hers. An electric shock burns my pussy. The contact of her skin against mine brews intense sexual urges. She smirks kittenishly at me and I sense her “I want to fucking eat your cunt dry” smile and placed my hand on her leg and began stroking delicately. Sheepishly, she responds to my caress and slowly closes her eyes, soaking in every stroke as I increase the intensity. Jack was positioned next to her but Jane was facing me with her back turned away him. I did not catch his envious glare, either that or I just couldn’t give a shit. The sexual excitement lingering between Jane and I had to be addressed promptly.

With a quick eye squint and nod towards the hotel elevators. Jane understood the cue so she anxiously paid the tab, grabbed my hand, and we both rushed towards the elevators. We impatiently waited for the elevator doors to ping open and Jack approaches. Just before he could lean in and kiss Jane (PING) the elevator doors open and she rushes in dragging me with her leaving Jack behind feeling inadequate.

Once Jack follows us in, I press my floor number and Jane falls into me, kissing me slatternly, embracing me with breathless need. The spark of passion arose from my densely soaked panty to my head. The second ping alerted us we had arrived at my floor. On the verge of spontaneously combusting, I vigorously rush towards my room whist rustling through my purse for the room key. Jane is alongside me panting and smiling. She looked innocently stunning and I want to ridicule her, make her feel ashamed and satisfied. I needed to defile her, tarnish her naive puerile image. Just abuse and strip her bare and naked of any and all innocence.

What the fuck is up with me lately?!? I have become intensely drawn to the satanism role. well it is a fucking change from a usual masochist. (Hrm) A domineering Jayde? Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps….

Instantaneously we lock lips as we slowly stumble into my room and towards the bed. Jack is following, behaving as a lost, pathetic puppy. He closes the door and finds a seat on the edge of the bed as I viciously tear off his wife’s blouse, and ripped off (I mean in literal terms) her undergarments; exposing a pair of perky tits with pale pink, perfectly proportionate areolas. I took a necessary second to admire them, then moved abruptly towards them with my mouth slightly open and salivating. I suckled delicately at her nipples. I waited for the right moment then bit down. She gasped in shock, so I quickly nestled her. Massaging her breast, then slowly coddling her cunt. Cupping my hand over her wet pussy, it drives her mad. She starts to grind against my hand hard, then harder and harder until I topple over the duvet. Suddenly I am faced upwards and Jack is staring down at me with deep rage and animosity. It was a sensible decision not to have pulled out The Hulking(my trusty, lusty strap-on).

I supposed Jane finally made an effort to notice Jack or she was at wits end with my cupping of her pussy; I forcefully denied her clit and cunt any stimulation. She straddles me and leans towards Jack, kissing him eagerly. As she continues to embrace Jack she starts to grind her wet pussy onto mine. He slowly strips off his dress shirt, then shoes, then belt—when he reached his pants Jane reaches down and starts to unbutton….unzip and pulls out his erected throbbing, scanty cock. She shoves it in her mouth, consuming it inch by inch until she chokes on it. In reflex, she quickly pulls his cock out of her mouth and with one hand still on his cock and she slides off.

Panting, she climbs onto her calamitously heart-wrenched husband; descending onto his erection. To my surprise she stops, glances at him sympathetically. I look down to see his member lifeless and limp. She attempts to stimulate him briefly and without success, she turns towards me and launches herself at Kitty. Jane indulged her whole-self into licking and suckling my pussy. Looking on, Jack attempts to stimulate himself vigorously but he was unsuccessful and swearing under his breath. I starts to reach climax, my breath increasing in speed and the volume; my squeals reached a crescendo. I can feel Jane’s lust building as her sucks and licks intensifies.

“Fucking Bitch!” Jack yells.

His face a mask of fury, a stream of insults slurs forth from the man as he drunkenly grabs his clothes and walk towards the door. Jane glances at Jack, shrugs and proceed back to munch and moaning. Jack opens the door with great force, slamming the inner door knob against the wall and I am laying there stunned, not knowing how to react. She pauses in her ministrations, looks back at him and shouts,”Okay I’ll see you at home later, right now I am eating the shit out of this beauty!!”

Irately, Jack shouts another stream of profanities and proceeded to slam the door shut so hard the walls shook. He was enraged his wife didn’t follow him and I don’t blame the poor guy.

Jane props herself up and lets out a sigh. I was noticeably disengaged and shocked. Jane apologizes. Politely I told her after all of that insanity I couldn’t possibly resume any sexual activities.

Yes, folks, I lost my fucking mojo ONCE a–FUCKING–gain! Play a violin for me for my life is a tragedy.

Jayne dressed, her face grimaced in frustrated and need. Welcome to the club! I reach for my clothes and a thought crosses my mind. In a moment of charity, I decide to write my old address on a piece of paper and tuck it into her purse, letting her know that I had given her the address of my (estranged) husband, X. I knew she was definitely not fucking Jack tonight and since my libido was shot to shits at least X can get laid. I sent Jane on her way, via taxi cab and went to my room, climbed into a hot bath and pleasured myself.

Drama is my ass-ugly first cousin who stalks my brother and dreams of marrying him and having his children. It creeps into my life at the most unnerving, undeserving times. So next time you think your sex life is shit?! Remember me.

XxX- Jayde

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