Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Not to sound too sentimental, but she makes me want to break out in song and dance on the regular, and you’ve heard my theory on singing. Well, my dancing is okay. I know you thought I’d say something charmingly self-deprecating, but I have a few moves that might make Channing Tatum jealous. That’s a lesson for another day.
Love.
It’s all that matters. It controls almost all my thoughts and I look at life differently. It’s all consuming, heart filling, blood rushing. It’s magic for the soul, and we’ve got it in spades.
So when it comes to V’s V-card, she’s pounced me more times than I can count. It’s like that thing is burning a hole in her pocket she’s so anxious to spend it. It’s been a real damn feat keeping her off my junk. Big Richard has seen so much hand action that I needed lotion for the chaffing. On the bright side, cuz yeah, me getting off can’t really be on the dark side, it’s not me doing the work anymore. She’s become a sexual goodwill ambassador and my dick is the beneficiary. A sexual animal feeding for the first time with me as her prey.
Just last night I showed up at her place and within minutes, I was handed a beer “to sit back and relax,” then she proceeded to pin me to the window, the little minx, while she rubbed on the outside of my jeans. I drank that beer because it was damn refreshing, so was my view of the woman in front of me. Eye to eye with Big Richard, she looked up at me, and said, “Take your pants off. This job isn’t going to blow itself.”
I’m not gonna lie, beer spewed everywhere. But the shower we took more than made up for the fact that I was now dating myself in female form. Hot in some ways, mouthy and a lot cocky in others. But I digress . . .
When it comes to lesson four, it isn’t about the sex anymore. I’m a sappy sucker for love now. I even wrote Hardy hearts Virginia in the fogged up glass at the coffee shop two days ago. Luisa treated me to coffee, recognizing the old Hardy Richard is a thing of the past, and this new lovesick version is here to stay.
So when she finally does get that V-card stamped and turns it over to the sex commission, it has to be special. It has to be worth waiting all these years for. Fortunately, I’m the man with a plan. The man for her job. I’m on it, and plan to be in it, kissing it . . . you get the drift. After all, we’re #MFEO.
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New Year’s Eve is booming in the hospitality sector. Running a popular business during the second biggest holiday for a bar means we were booked six months ago for a private party.
All the guys are working tonight—Romeo has a small audience of ladies hanging on his every cock tale. Clive is tossing bottles into the air and entertaining the crowd Cocktail style with flaming drinks. Leo has hit his stride and fits right in. He’s a solid tender, and has a regular clientele, including the fashion icon, Vittori, which brings the bar more press. Eddie has everything under control—the ladies, the liquor, and the party. I knew he was ready to take on the job.
As for me, that’s my name above the door, that one that shines on the glass. That means I get to cut out early and meet my girl just in time to kiss her under the midnight mistletoe.
I make my rounds and wish everyone a Happy New Year, including some of the ladies I used to spend private time with. Virginia has caused this goofy grin and I can’t seem to get it to go away. I don’t fight it too much. It kind of says everything about how I’m feeling these days, much to the ladies’ chagrin. But we always had an understanding, so even though I’m off the market, they wish me the best of luck. They also tell me to keep in contact, but I’ve already deleted that contact list from my phone.
I wasn’t even bothered by deleting the numbers. I rarely used them anyway, but when I looked my sweet girl in the eyes and we committed to this relationship, it needed to be fully. Virginia has a jealous streak. I don’t want to feed the beast when she has nothing to worry about.
I receive a few catcalls and compliments when I’m leaving. Stealing Barry’s move, I tip my imaginary hat and rush out to catch a cab. At this stage, karma even thinks I deserve some nookie. I’ve been a very good boy this year and plan on being extra naughty tonight.