one of my pilates instructors has a tattoo on her chest, it’s a martini glass with an olive inside and above it is written the word Dirrty yes with two r’s in cursive. i really like it for some reason and am always a little bummed out when it is covered by a shirt which it usually is these days because its winter. i think i like it most because it shines a light on another side of her. i often wonder during sessions with her when the tattoo is exposed if it’s gin in the martini glass and does she really like booze or is it symbolic or a play on words with the dirty as in she is naughty or wild and why is there an extra r in dirty is it spelled as she would say it you know like dirrrrrrrrty and then my mind goes to stripping for some reason like a strip club in denver i don’t know why denver or portland somewhere kind of holistic and hippie because pilates has that feel to me and she wears these comfy little work out mary janes that remind me of these cities and i can sometimes catch a whiff of cigarette smoke when she is above me while i am laying on the reformer and the reformer is this machine with springs and straps and a little leather bed and it so reminds me of something that i would find in a dungeon and speaking of C and i went to a play party a couple of weeks ago which was in a penthouse on top of a hotel and it was crowded and filled with sexy almost naked men and women in expensive lingerie who were being spanked and tied up and caned and fucked and sucked and there was a fireplace and little nooks and crannies everywhere and we made friends with a Hasidic couple and she wore a wig and he kept looking me up and down and wiggling his eyebrows and scratching his beard and it took us about two hours to find the right place to fuck because we like to fuck in public well private party sort of public and i was blindfolded and my hands were tied and he put metal clamps on my nipples and a woman was sitting there next to us watching and asking me questions on how i liked it and if he was going to let me cum and it made C’s cock harder and he flipped me over and went deeper and i couldn’t see i could just hear the sound of her voice and it was really hot and i finally was allowed to cum and i exploded and then it was six in the morning and we ended the night at a diner in the LES with matzah ball soup and decaf coffee.
Holy balls. Love. JMD