As you may recall, I had made it a mission of mine to get with Stouty at my company Christmas party. Did I succeed?
Did I ever.
I noticed him straight away as he swaggered into the reception area, looking ravishing in black-tie attire. I was singing harmoniously to "God rest you merry gentlemen" when he and I locked eyes on each other. He stopped walking, having realised that I was in the choir, only to give me his full and undivided attention.
When the singing came to an end, it was time for dinner, and Stouty by some sort of coincidence was beside me in the stairwell. We talked about Alan Partridge and warmed up to each other. I knew immediately that someone would have to get a fire extinguisher ready - Stouty and I were going to go up in hot, sexy flames.
It was a rather timely affair. There were several chats over cigarettes (of course, both of us had been spying on each other throughout the night to check when the other would go for cigarette breaks), followed by numerous chance encounters at the bar. When it was nearing 12 am, I started to get nervous. I began wondering whether Stouty and I would actually interface. After all, the cleaners were now coming out and the party was being drawn to a sad halt. That's when Stouty walked over and asked if I was going to join him and others at a different club, just around the corner from the hotel. Of course I was going to join.
We got to the club and Stouty and I got separated. I didn't know too many people there, just Stouty, a Chinese guy who's been obsessed with me for a while, Carl (who refers to himself as the "bad boy of the company"), and Lanky Man-Gobbler, none of whom I wanted to spend a considerable amount of time with. As the Chinese guy was making every effort to flirt with me, Stouty came over and pulled me aside. He immediately leaned in for a kiss. Our first kiss. It was perfect.
We broke off from the rest of the group and tucked ourselves away in a private corner with couches. There, we kissed and shared moments of intimate passion. I had been waiting for this the whole night. No, I've been waiting for this for two weeks.
Stouty suggested that he come back to my place. I hesitated for a while, after all, what of my Chlamydia? Also, I was horribly gassy from all the champagne I'd consumed earlier in the night. Another passionate kiss was all it took, and I was ready to pounce on him. Stouty and I waved the Chinese guy goodbye and hopped in a cab back to my crib.
Oh what a body. Such a sexy body. Ripped in all the right places and beautifully structured. Cynthia was drooling in seconds.
As for the sex, well, with him having had too much to drink, there were a few performance issues, so I can't give a full review at this time. I will revert back to this very subject at a later date when we've managed to complete the deed.
We had a steamy shower together in the morning and then went to work.
Cynthia is looking forward to seeing Stouty again soon.
Morgan's tale of sex and frolic
Let me tell you a tale as it unfolds of a girl's experiences most true and profound. She is a girl of 28, a worldly and educated sort who once upon a time had the convenience of falling into a great and spiraling love, an almost mythical kind of love (mirroring those of the Greek gods), which would eventually end in an equally thunderous and tumultuous way. Since her unprecedented heartbreak, she has been meeting and cavorting with several young male companions, usually with the assistance of her sophisticated friend, Sauvignon. Her name: Morgan. Her ambition: lawyer. Her bad luck: men.
The tale must be told, of Morgan's experiences with the opposite sex, since her union with her first love was brought to an end. These experiences are bound to shock, marvel and astonish, but alas, they must be told, as they are all based on true events. There must no doubt be a force trying to reckon with Morgan. It is only a wonder what kind of karma she must have pissed off.
The tale begins...