And The Party Ended

I would have loved to write about the party, but I have something that is more pressing to me at the moment than the party itself - so I shall write about that instead.

After the last guest had cleared out, I sank into the couch yawning delicately as I flipped my blond hair back. "Christ in heaven!", I sighed looking at the guy I had played hostess to for the night. He still looked as fresh as he did the moment he walked into my door. (I swear to god, if I hadn't met him, I'd be out on the streets finding him, I'd be walking down every avenue finding so that I could just sit right where I was sitting staring into his handsome face and "loving" him the best I can.

"You are beautiful, you know", he said in that bland unflappable way that made it difficult to reconcile his two different personalities in and out of bed...suddenly I hated him. Doesn't make sense I hear you say...she loved him a minute ago and now she hates him...well, I can assure you that this happens to everyone sometimes, besides I don't ever feel the need to justify how I feel - I'm a Mercedes after all.

Idle conversation for a couple more minutes and he goes off to my kitchen to make himself coffee. He is the most difficult man on earth; even my maid (the most reliable and efficient of all maids on the planet) finds it difficult to please this man.

Watching him idly stroll out with a cuppa in hand and not a thought, not a question about my wanting some coffee or anything else after pulling off this highly dangerous venture of holding a big "do" for a married, internationally famous man with the most brilliant minds and still keep this out of the papers and away from "other people"!!!

I rose from my lounging position in one seamless motion, snatched the coffee out of his hand and spilled it all over him. His face froze, his nostrils flared as he fought for control.

Standing right in front of him daring him to do anything more than just breath in and out deeply, I was satisfied when he said in his most normal voice, "I think we should carry on this conversation in your bedroom away from prying eyes".

Then we got to the room, he stripped as he walked in draping his clothes carefully on the back of the chair, I disrobed quickly and joined him in bed...and he couldn't get it up!!!!!!!

Is the Mercedes a bit rusty or did the Mercedes miscalculate? I hope to god that his not being able to get it up was entirely due to his own problems...

Bottom line is this, I behaved like a skank, whore, bitch today...once the party was over I pulled on this mask of ghetto chic and I just have to tell "y'all", I hated it. I felt like a cheap fiat today.

My little sex pot

A young friend dropped by last night after my shopping spree. It's not often this happens being that i don't really have too many young friends especially the female sex. Besides I'm usually entertaining my "friends" at that time of day. But I was free last night because like I said in my last post, I'm getting ready for some heavy duty entertaining over the weekend.

She is really young and a new girl in the neighborhood. I noticed her first watching me through the window of my bedroom as I undressed a couple of weeks ago. She stared as interestedly as a pubescent boy would. I found it totally hilarious and put on quite a show for her, strolling around the room as I got rid of my clothes.

I was heading out on a date the first time she spoke to me. I was wearing my NY uniform - a black knit dress, black patent leather YSL pumps, a patent leather belt, my black Chanel bag and discreet diamonds on ears, neck and fingers. Standing in front of the door waiting for the door man to get me a cab, she walked by and then turned back and walked by again (trying to screw up the courage to say something I guess) then she passed a third time and said, "do you like sex?".

I raised a cynical eyebrow...NY is not a good place to socialize with unknowns, especially unknowns who have spied on you through your bedroom window. She broke into a smile as she walked on by. The transformation the smile brought to her plain face.

A couple of days later, she came by mine. I was pleasantly surprised at her coming by unannounced.

"I came to get your reply, she announced".
"I enjoy things I'm good at. It's a bit like being a talented poet or athlete", I replied.
"I see", she said even though she still looked a bit puzzled. Then she said something else that cracked me up. "Will you teach me how to be a sex pot?"

Anyway...she came by for her first lesson last night. I enjoy her company and she seems so entirely unspoiled. I won't be teaching her anything except American history...I hope.

Target Lair

Last night I was a Target, minding my own business, looking for some knives and forks. I have some heavy entertaining to do over the weekend, and while I trust my maid completely, this was something I wanted to do myself. I was standing around in the aisle, mulling over the decision- frosted or shiny forks?

Anyway, this older gentleman walks over and tells me he likes “it”, referring to the frosted forks. I was like really? I’m trying to make up my mind…He proceeded to tell me which kind he recently bought for his new house, etc. He told me he was recently divorced and setting up house on his own and how much fun that was…blah, blah, basically telling me how he had it going on.

So I was like if the package is so tight, why did he get divorced. He claims that the ex-wifey quit wanting to have sex, and I was like well you must not have been handling your business then.
So then here are the lies he responded with: He stated that they used to have sex EVERY single night 4-5 times a night and that she used to come every single time, but that she just had “issues” with sex… YEAH right! LIAR. LIAR. I don’t believe that is humanly possible, unless he was on some meds!

At this point I wanted to start moving away from the man cuz I just knew a bolt of lighting was going to strike him where he stood for the lies!!! When I told him I had to be going, he said I was exactly his type and that could he get the number…I have to say I was flattered cuz its not like I was looking super fly and I do have a thing for older guys…But I do loathe liars and pepetrators and his dick is probably going to fall off due to all the lies the man was telling…

But I am just curious how many times can the average guy do it in a night and how many times in a month? Can anyone really do the do EVERY single day?

Courtesy and Respect

Courtesy and respect makes me feel special, safe, appreciated. These emotions translate to attraction, arousal, wet pussy. It makes me feel like a woman and I in turn want to put all my womanliness on you in the bedroom- at which time you can dispense with the manners and treat me like a whore. lol. (I mean it) Except don’t cum in my hair if I tell you not too…oops let me stay on track here.

Anyway, those are just some general tips, and I hope people share some thoughts as well. After completing today’s lesson, go out and show some good manners, then report back. That is your homework, unless you are too busy enjoying the new pussy that you earned through your chivalry. In that case you get an extension on the assignment.
Class Dismissed

Welcome

I am a Mercedes. Welcome to my private part.

This shall be my memoir and an update on the activities of a Mercedes.

I am not a Toyota – nice, caring and understanding. I am not a Honda – smooth, great to the touch and affordable. I am not a Lexus – the icing to the upper middle class.I am not a BMW – the ultimate would be Mercedes.

I am a Mercedes I make great conversation; I am polished and delightful, politically aware. I am widely traveled, well read, healthy and totally, unbelievably stunning. I am a Mercedes. Only the truly wealthy and cultured can afford my company.

I do not regret the choices I have made. I have a great life – money, an NY penthouse, a flat in France, another in London, a small fortune in fabulous jewelry, a business manager, the most efficient maid on earth, I pay my taxes, have investments and I drive a powder blue Mercedes.

“You could have been a model, an attorney, maybe even a doctor, just about anything you ever wanted to be. You are bright, brainy and unbelievably beautiful”, say my friends….but in their wailing lies the answer. I do not want to be any of these things.

I am a Mercedes, which is all I ever want to be.