The Man with the Golden Dick

Having a lot of fun drinking, getting high and writing Loving Wife Online, which should be done by the end of the week. The narrator is a male escort, and he and Tara end up fucking and showing her husband via Skype. Here’s an excerpt, with all text subject to correction and change:

I called from the lobby and Tara told me to come on up and knock on the door, that she had a bottle open, she was ready.

I took the elevator and checked myself in the mirror. I looked good, but I wondered how long I could keep this up. It got in the way of relationships, and while that felt cool and smart – I was a grad student paid to fuck – I could see things getting complex if I met a girl I liked.

I got to the floor, walked to the door, and rang the bell. It opened, and there she was, looking slightly drunk in a business suit.

For two hours I was hers – The Man with the Golden Dick.

I was all smiles, and so was she.

She pulled me in, gave a kiss, and locked the door.

“Sit down, have a drink,” she said, walking towards a couch, a low table with a big ice bucket, two bottles of champagne and two glasses, along with a laptop, a box of tissues, a small travel bag and a Venetian mask. Maybe she’d just been to Vegas, or was it Mardi Gras somewhere?

“I was just chatting with someone,” she said, tapping a window shut on the computer and pouring me a drink, handing me the glass, “but we can do that later.”

“Thanks,” I said, and took a sip, enjoyed it, but then Tara told me to stand up, take my jacket off, and turn around.

“I like to see what I’m getting,” she said, and reached out to touch my ass and then my abs – one of my key selling points, along with my dick (“long, fat and loving,” in the words of one five-star review).

“Mommy likes,” she said, with a wicked grin that got me hard. “Now sit down again and we’ll get to know each other better.”

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