I was driving home from the airport on a Sunday afternoon. I had just gotten back from a “business trip” with a fairly new client. He was sort of shy and timid and it was a nice change of pace. His wife had left him for her personal trainer and his buddy had bought me for him. I had spent the last three days with a very emotional man.

It was endearing and slightly annoying, but I pulled through. I needed to take my mind off of things; I wasn’t used to being around a man with so many feelings before.

“Hey, Kid,” Devon spoke into the phone.

“Hi, doll, whatcha doin’?”

“Not much, just woke up, it was a long night last night.”

“Oh…are you about to start gnawing your arm off, because you’re waking up to a coyote?” I laughed.

“Ha-ha, you’re so funny,” he said.

“And charming,” I stated.

“Okay, funny and charming, Ms. Telle, what do I owe the honor of this wonderful wakeup call?”

“Let’s do something. It’s a beautiful day outside, let’s go to the beach.”

“Umm…yeah, let me call Christine and let her know I’ll catch up with her later.”

Ugh, Christine was Devon’s new girlfriend. She was a bitch, we hated each other.

“Tell her I said hello,” I stated in a perky voice.

“She’ll love that. Come pick me up in an hour.”

“You bet.” I hung up and went right home to change into a bikini and grab a beach bag. I decided to grab some water and sandwiches for us as well.

I picked him up and he looked messy, Devon could work the messy look like no other. Once we got to the beach, it was packed. We picked a secluded spot near the water. We relaxed and talked for about two hours before we decided to go cool off in the ocean. After enjoying a refreshing dip, we made our way back to our spot where we ate lunch and talked some more. The afternoon sun was searing on my skin and I wanted to take advantage of it by getting more of a tan.

I leaned forward to untie my top which exposed my breasts, and saw Devon gawking at me.

“Seriously? You’re a pig!”

“I’m a man. It’s in our nature to look at beautiful women. You, Ysabelle, are flawless, I’m sure there is no need for me to tell you. You know that’s why Christine hates you. She sees you as competition,” he joked.

“Christine is a Miami whore,” I affirmed with a huge smile.

“She is not. She’s actually a really likeable person if you would care enough to get to know her. I think you guys might actually like each other if you gave yourselves half the chance.”

“Mmm hmm, I’ll get right on that,” I grinned and he nudged my shoulder with his.

“What’s new, Kid? Any love-life updates I need to know about? You breaking hearts?”

“Oh you know me…I love them and leave them,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“So, this Christine bitch…you love her?”

“Hmm…I don’t know if it’s love yet, it could be. I enjoy spending time with her and I’m going to be thirty-seven soon, don’t really want to die alone.”

“Oh, I get it; you’re settling,” I said and he laughed hard enough for his head to jerk back.

“Only you would twist my words like that. What is it with you and love, Kid? You’re fucking jaded about it.”

“I’m not jaded about shit, I just think it’s a waste of time and energy. There are much more things in this life that don’t include love. If you really think about it, it’s actually just a hormone release of a chemical, kind of like a drug. What do drugs eventually do, Devon? They wear off!”

“That’s the biggest load of bullshit that I’ve ever heard. You have serious issues with letting anyone in, even me and I’ve known you for eight years. I take you as you are. At first it bothered me, and then I accepted that it’s who you are. I imagine it has something to do with your upbringing. I’ve never met one family member of yours and you skipped town when you were sixteen; that tells me something. I’m not a fucking idiot, I can put two and two together.”

“So how’s the bar doing?” I veered off, trying to do anything to avoid having this conversation.

He looked at me and shook his head in disappointment.

“The bar is great. Anything that includes alcohol will be successful on South Beach.”

“The rich and the lonely,” I chuckled.

“Are you lonely?” he said, raising an eyebrow at me.

“No,” I reminded him.

“No?” He was calling my bluff and it started to piss me of.

“What the fuck, Devon? What’s your problem?”

“I don’t have a problem. It’s a simple question. Why can’t you answer it?”

“I did.”

“You never answer anything, Kid. It’s actually quite annoying. I mean, when are you going to let me in? What the fuck do I have to do, huh? Give you a job, a place to live, a friendship…oh wait? I’ve done all that!” he shouted.

“What? Now I owe you something for your kindness? You’re just like everybody else. You know what? Fuck you!” I grabbed my bag, hurrying to grab my things to leave. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and moved me right to his chest. His arms came around my frame and he buried his face in the side of my neck.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. It’s just…damn, Ysabelle, you’re the hardest person to know. My approach was wrong; I admit that I shouldn’t have pushed you. You’re important to me, I love you like my little sister. It’s frustrating that there’s this person that I care so much about, and I know nothing about her. I don’t even know what you’re doing now. I see the clothes, the car, and the money…where the fuck is it coming from?”

I wanted to tell him. It was one of the hardest things to lie to the first person who ever cared about me. I had made a pact with Madam and I was sworn to secrecy. As much as I wanted to include him in my life and for him to know me, the real me, I wasn’t allowed to. I had to lie to the only man that I believed meant it when he said he loved me.

“You know I just worry about you, don’t you? I’m afraid of what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything, Devon,” I sighed.

“I’m afraid you are. I don’t want to see you get into trouble.”

“I’m not going to get into trouble.”

“I’m not going to see your name in the paper for dealing drugs or some shit?”

I laughed. “No, Devon, I’m not dealing drugs. I’ve got to go; it’s getting late, let’s pack up.”

“There you go again.”

“What?” I asked with a frown.

“As soon as the air gets a little thick and you’re cornered, you brush me off and run.”

I kissed his cheek. “I’m not brushing you off or running. There’s nothing left to say. We’re good. All is forgiven, let’s move on,” I added.

“What if I don’t want to move on? What if I’m not done having this conversation and I want to continue?”

“Continue to what exactly? I answered all your concerns. I’m not doing anything illegal. There’s nothing for you to worry about. I can take care of myself.”

“I’m perfectly aware that you can take care of yourself, Kid. No doubt in my mind. As I can see this isn’t going anywhere, just know that I’m here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care what time it is, I don’t care what’s going on, I’m fucking here. I will always be here, got it?”

“Entirely! Do you want to go get dinner? You’re treating.” I winked, pointing to him.

We went to dinner as if nothing had happened. Devon was too good to me and I didn’t deserve it. However, I wasn’t fucking stupid enough to let him go either.

 

 

Have you ever had the sensation that someone was watching you when you were sleeping? I awoke with a gasp. It took me a minute for my eyes to register that my three year old son, Christian, was staring at me.

“What’s up buddy?” I asked in a groggy voice. He looked at me with a “duh Dad” face, like I should already know.

“I had a bad dweam. A monster under my bed,” he replied.

I sighed. “Buddy…remember, we looked everywhere in your room before we put you to bed. There weren’t any monsters, we even sprayed the monster spray to keep them away.” Again he looked at me with the “I’m stupid face”.

“Them comed back. Monster sprays don’t wok.”

“Okay…let’s go back in your room and make sure they’re gone, I’ll stay with you.”

“NO!” he shouted. He started crawling over me to move to the middle of our bed.

“I sleep in your bed wif my mommy. Mommy say them is scared of you snores.”

God, what time was it? I looked over at my clock. It read 3:30 a.m. I know the pediatrician told us that we needed to follow through on the new bed routine, if we ever wanted to have our privacy back. I was too damn tired to take him back to his room. Julia and I both had to be up in a few hours. I scooted over to make room for him. Thank God we had a king sized bed. Julia subconsciously flipped over and put her arm around Christian. He immediately backed up to her. Our child owned us.

The second time I awoke that morning was due to Christian’s leg kicking me in the face. I opened my eyes and heard the shower starting. Julia must already have been up. I looked over at Christian.

How the hell does he sleep like that? He was in a pretzel position that almost looked painful, completely passed out. I got up being extra careful not to wake him, I looked over at the clock, reading 6:05 a.m. I leaned over and turned off the alarm.

I tip toed to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I stripped out of my boxers and quietly made my way into the shower. I came up behind my wife and put my arms around her, she jumped.

“Oh my God, Sebby…you scared me!” she scolded.

“I’m sorry, Babygirl, someone misses you and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

I kissed my way down the back of her neck like I knew she loved, and rubbed my hard dick into her back, not wanting a misunderstanding on what I was implying. Having a three year old was proving to be challenging for our sex life.

“Is Christian still asleep?” she asked.

“No, I tied him to a chair and turned the TV on.” That got me an elbow jab to my ribs.

“Yes, he’s still asleep.” I continued to kiss the back of her neck, as my hands caressed her breasts. Her head leaned into my shoulder.

“What time is it?” she asked in a raspy voice.

“We have enough time. I’ll be quick,” I replied.

“Huh, that’s not a very good introduction, Sebastian,” she laughed.

“If you really want to start comparing stamina, Babygirl, you know I have you beat; you’re the one pump chump in our marriage, not I.” That won me another elbow jab to my ribs.

“God, Babygirl, if you wanted it rough all you had to do was ask.” She laughed again and I walked our way to one of the walls of our thermostatic jetted shower. I grabbed her hips and positioned her to the jet that was leveled with her clit.

“Oh God, you’re going right for it, huh?” she asked. I twisted the knob on the jet so that it released a little more power.

“No…I’m making you go right for it,” I said with a smile. Julia’s panting and moaning only made my cock even harder. I bent her over slightly and put my hands on her hips, positioning my cock at her entrance. I pushed the tip in and rocked it back and forth. I knew I was teasing her, it is a game we liked to play, well, I liked to play, anyway.

“Tell me you want my cock in your pussy, Babygirl.” I loved it when I made Julia talk dirty to me. It was such a turn on to hear dirty things come out of her mouth.

“You know I do, Sebby…please…”

“That’s not what I asked for…” I took my cock completely out again.

“Jesus, Sebastian…please put your cock in my pussy. I’m close and I want to come with you inside me.”

I forcefully pushed my cock all the way in, she cried out in ecstasy. She started to ride my dick harder and more urgently. I could feel her walls constricting on my cock, she was close to coming. We hadn’t had sex in almost a week and Thank God for the jets, because I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I could feel her pussy pulsating on my cock, until she started gripping onto it like a vacuum.

“Oh fuck…yes baby…just like that. Pulsate on my cock…keep squeezing on it like that. I’m going to come with you.”

I removed my hands from her hips, brought them up to turn her face, and kissed her passionately. Julia could be fucked, but she craved intimacy more. I then placed both my hands on her breasts and pinched her nipples. She clung to my cock as I felt her warm juices spread down my shaft. I plunged into her one last time and came just as hard.

 

Our family became the air that I breathed. I didn’t think it was possible for me to love Julia any more than I already did, she had given me Christian. She had made me a father, and made us a family. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for them.

“Dad!” Christian yelled.

“Yeah, buddy?” I answered as I helped him on the couch. He was still so little, he loved to think he was a man.

“Whatcha watching?”

“The baseball game; the Rays are playing the Yankees.”

“The Yankees suck!” He made me so proud.

“You know it.”

“Christian! Don’t say suck.” Shit, Julia was home.

“Sebby…you know you shouldn’t talk that way around him. He wants to be just like you and anything you say he will repeat,” she expressed.

“I know, I’m sorry. You’ve got to admit that the Yankees do suck.” She rolled her eyes at me and I grabbed her by the waist, dragging her onto my lap.

“Say it, Babygirl! Say the Yankees suck,” I chuckled as I held her down.

“No!”

“Last chance to say it,” I warned.

“Never!” she retorted, I looked over at Christian and he knew.

“Get her!” he yelled.

“No!!” she squealed as we attacked her by tickling her to death. She tried to kick and squirm her way out, but she was no match for Christian and I.

“Please…please…have mercy…”

“No, Mommy! You have to say da Yankees suck.”

“Okay…okay…the Yankees suck, the Yankees suck.” I let her go and she moved off my lap quickly. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at my face.

“You’re a bully! Using my baby boy against me. Come here, baby, let’s go order a pizza.”

“No, Mommy, I’m a man and a man see baseball. Me stay with Dad.”

 

Julia had thought she wanted a boy, I think the older Christian got she realized that she might need a little girl.

One afternoon sticks out the most in my head. I had come home from work to find Christian playing with a Barbie doll.

“Hey, buddy, what’s that you got there?”

“That’s my GI Joes, Dad, want to play wif me?”

“In a little while, I’m talking about that doll.”

“Oh! That’s Barbie, Mommy gots her for me. Isn’t she pretty? She looks like Mommy, and she’s gonna marry GI Joe.”

“Oh okay. Where’s Mommy?”

“In da office.” I kissed him on the head and grabbed Barbie.

“Julia!” I yelled.

“In here, Sebby,” she shouted as I walked into the office.

“What the hell is this?” I barked.

“It’s a Barbie doll,” she answered, looking at me like I was crazy.

“I’m aware of what it is. Why does Christian have it?”

“Because, I thought it would be nice for him to learn about love, and boys and girls. There’s nothing wrong with it, Sebby. And if you recall, you used to play Barbies with me.”

“That’s because you use to whine until I did. This is bullshit, Julia. I don’t want my son playing with Barbie dolls.”

“Are you freaking kidding me? One, he’s our son; two, you’re overreacting; and three, I think it’s adorable. He really liked her. Her and GI Joe are going to get married later tonight, you’re invited,” she boasted, wagging her eyebrows. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Julia,” I cautioned.

“Sebastian,” she repeated in the exact same tone. Hers was meant as sarcasm. Mine wasn’t.

“Is this your way of saying you want a little girl? Because, if you’re trying to be subtle about it, you’re failing.”

“You’re being a chauvinistic pig! It’s just a Barbie doll.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t know. I thought I wanted all boys, but he’s so messy and stinky. I love him more than anything, but he likes to catch bugs and watch sports. I tried to take him to the mall with me the other day and he complained the entire time,” she said and I raised my eyebrows.

“Do you want to try for another baby?”

“Maybe…do you?”

“I don’t…I don’t know. I know we wanted more than one child; we haven’t discussed it since Christian was born and then you got back on birth control.”

“I know. He’s getting older and he’s turning more into you. I’m surrounded by penises, Sebastian,” she joked and I laughed.

“Okay…if I agree to start trying, can you not have Christian playing with Barbies?”

“Why? He’s really excited about them getting married. This isn’t fair. I’m trying to bond with him and this is the only way I know how.”

“Babygirl…”

“Fine, no Barbies,” she sputtered. I shut the door with my foot and locked it, before walking over to her. Once I got to her, I started to kiss down her neck.

“Sebby…” she warned.

“Hmmm…”

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you how to make a little girl.”

She smiled and we made love on her office desk, both finishing at the exact moment Christian beat his little fists on the door.

“Dad?”

“Coming, buddy.”

 

 

Gabriel was one of my most needy and demanding clients. He treated me like I belonged to him and it was often that I was with him. I didn’t mind being with him, he was a great lover and he always catered to my every wish. He was also somewhat controlling and also liked to know whom else I was seeing.

I had to often remind him what our relationship was. It didn’t really matter, he loved to play house with me. For some reason, beyond my control, he thought by him being my “first” it set him to an advantage. Madam even had to remind him once or twice that I didn’t belong to him. She even went as far as threatening that he wouldn’t see me anymore; since then, he had decided to play nice.

I laid naked in his bed one evening after he thoroughly enjoyed every crevice of my body. Gabriel loved me naked, when I was with him he insisted on it.

He was rubbing my back to the curve of my ass and then would repeat the process.

“I never tire of you, Ysabelle. I’m hard again just from touching you,” he said, so I batted my eyes at him.

“Gabriel, you’re hard from just looking at me,” I chuckled.

“You’re always down for anything, bent over, on your back, on top, legs spread, ready to go. A man can appreciate that.”

"Hmmm, you can touch me any way you like. Your hands always feel fucking wonderful."

They did feel remarkable. I could have fallen asleep just like that. Of course, Gabriel had other plans for me. I wouldn't be falling asleep in his bed anytime soon. I would let him play with me, satisfy me, and then leave him to sleep in my own bed. Yeah, even after all this time it was still about me. I'm sure he was satisfied too.

I didn’t care for sleeping in a man’s bed, of course it came with the job sometimes; those times I sucked it up and went with it. I didn’t care for it. I loved my space and I hated waking up in a man’s arms. It was an illusion of something that wasn’t there, I played my part though. It’s what they wanted and what I was good at.

 

 

Christian was growing up to be a great little man. I couldn’t believe he had turned five a month ago. Julia and I had tried for another baby for the past two years, and it hadn’t happened for us yet.

We promised that we would take our time and if it happened, it happened. We had seen way too many marriages lose it over not being able to conceive, and God had blessed us with one already. If just one was in the cards for us, then so be it.

I’d sold hundreds of boats over the stint of my career. The day my career changed my life, in more ways than one, was the day I sold an Horizon RP 110. The asking price was $20,000,000. I made ten percent off every sale, you can do the math…

“Dad, what are you going to do with all that money? Can you buy me a motorcycle?”

“A motorcycle, huh? I don’t know, buddy. I don’t think Mommy would be too keen on that idea.”

“Well…we don’t have to tell her, Dad. It can be our secret. It can go in our vault, like the time you yelled at my coach for making me sit the bench for pushing Robbie in the chest.”

“Shhh…remember, what gets put in the vault, stays in the vault.” I winked at him.

“All ready, baby?” Julia said to Christian, storming in the kitchen from our bedroom, “We’ve got to go.”

“Ok, Mommy, I’m going to go get my backpack,” he said, sliding off the chair to run off.

Julia grabbed his cereal bowl and put it in the sink. I came up behind her and put my arms around her waist. She looked frazzled.

“What’s up, Babygirl?” I voiced.

“I’m so nervous for you. This is the biggest deal you have done thus far, I know we don’t need the money, but I know how you get. You’re so hard on yourself and I just want it to go perfectly for you.”

“Oh…come on, I’m not that bad.”

“Are you kidding? You’re awful. You know you are.”

“Maybe a little bit,” I whispered into her ear. She turned around and put her hands around my neck.

“Just promise me that whatever happens, you will let it slide off. You won’t beat yourself up about it?” I moved my lips to her neck. She always smelled amazing in the morning. It always did something to me.

“So, you don’t think I can close?” I teased.

“Sebby…come on, we don’t have time for that,” she expressed with a light moan.

“We always have time for that.” Our lips moved to each other like magnets. She tasted like peppermint and orange juice.

“EWW!! Dad, stop attacking Mommy.” And…there goes my hard on.