More Late Nights with Ezzie Dryar (7. Preoccupied)

Christa phoned this morning and gave me hell about Max and his women – that is, after she cried on my virtual shoulder. Her parents had disowned her for getting pregnant and Tom’s parents think she ruined his life. They probably blame her for his death, too. Do I blame them? Yes. They could have been more supportive. Christa bore their granddaughter (at least they have one – at this point in my life, I never will), the only link left between them and Tom. Could I lecture them? Of course, they are probably younger than I am.

God, do I feel old now!

After Christa lectured me about Max, did I do the right thing? No. I let him and Puddle-duck boss me around again. How lanky … err, kinky can it get by video sink … um, link? Answer: very. You don’t want to know, but I was crying at the end, not from pain, but … no, I can’t tell you. It’s too demeaning. They were verbally pummelling me into submission. I should close my Skype account, but Allen probably wouldn’t like that … except that he probably knows what I’ve done and never wants to speak with me ever again.

Today’s card:

PRINCESS of DISKS. That’s probably Christa. I would have never thought of her that way until she met Tom. She is generous and kind, as well as prodigal. Definitely Earthy Earth.

I would never confuse any of Max’s harem with the Princess. Puddle-duck is dark and beautiful, but she holds no wonder in her. I wouldn’t even necessarily say she was a good … luck … duck … um, Mormon, but I’m no expert. She has a tattoo on her right breast that wouldn’t be visible. It’s a stylized dagger in the shape of an “L”, presumably for Lorelei, which I’ve discovered is spelled Lorelye. That’s a Mormon thing – unusual spellings of ordinary names (though usually biblical). She was probably born Mormon and betrothed to Max in the usual way. (I don’t know how Maximilian is spelled, perhaps MaXXXimilian.) I’m guessing that Puddle-duck is a convert. She’s too free with her body, and too exotic with her sexual adventures. (Did she seduce Lore?)

Did Max target me for her especially? I couldn’t say. She coaches him, begs him … err, eggs him on, pushes him to the basest desires. Max probably sleeps around whenever he travels.

I think I might phone for an appointment with my Ob-gyn tomorrow, just to be safe. I’m definitely not pregnant – that became near … clear today. Does he just sleep with everyone he fancies, just to try to get them pregnant and trap them into his farm … harem? I hope not. I’m much too old for him anyway.

I may be imagining too much. Puddle-duck is definitely the dom in that trio.

I’ve never really thought of myself as a sub before.

Maybe a leading tone …

*snickers*

Good night all.

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More Late Nights with Ezzie Dryar (5. Tears)

I received an email from Christa today. Do you remember her? She was my not-so-talented little horn student, who has become a remarkably constant email companion, especially since she has come out as being bi-sexual. Apparently something happened on her wedding night that changed her, or at least resulted in some sort of epiphany. It brought out a declaration of love – for me. I don’t understand it. She knew what she was getting into – she was already 4 months pregnant! What is it with me that attracts both gay women and gay men?

THREE of SWORDS. Sorrow. The essence of melancholy, unhappiness, tears, absence … and just about everything else associated with it.

Christa’s email brought sad news. Tom (her husband) and Jason (one of my more-talented former students) died together in an auto accident on the way to a gig last night. She would have phoned, but it was in the middle of the night – when I was probably awake anyway. That’s horrible! Two talented musicians gone in a split second on the M3. A lorry jumped the median barrier and landed right on their car. Sad … tragic …

Sorry. I needed a few minutes to compose myself. Where was I? Oh yes …

Christa is going to come see me after the funeral. She’s desperate to get away from it all. Although she took this year off from her studies to have her baby, it looks like she won’t be able to go back any time soon, now that she’s a single mom. (I’m paying for her flight. She’ll bring her infant daughter along, too.)

Christa. I didn’t realize that she was an avid follower. She’s read all my old blogs, and was the first to subscribe to my new series. That’s scary. She knows how I feel about her, and she knows that I’ll be uninhibited with my thoughts about her here. You know I will!

Max? I had to take a shower after Skyping with him tonight, so I’m nice and clean now. My bedroom stills smells like honey … and that’s not from my shampoo. He’s dropped the facade now. His wife is openly watching, too. (At least he says she is his wife.) He had her in on the act tonight, as naked as I was. Still, he remained fully-clothed. At least, now I can be certain that he had a real orgasm. (Thanks to … what was her name? … Jemima? I’ll just call her Puddle-duck. There was a puddle in his lap.)

Yes, it was as kinky as it sounded. He waited until just before my first climax to introduce her into the equation. The honey was her idea, too. He poured some on her as I watched – and then I poured it on me … let’s not go into further detail. (I feel oddly embarrassed about it.)

I did, however, notice a distinct lack of affection between them. (She seemed more interested in me.)

Not again!

Now, I feel really dirty. (I’m so sorry Christa. Tonight of all nights!) Will I answer his call tomorrow night? Regrettably, I probably will.

Look ma! No st-s-st-stut-t-t-t- … well, I blew that one. That was even a proper stutter, not just a verbal ejaculation. (I haven’t properly stuttered since I was a child.)

Good night lovelies. (Christa – I am so sorry about Tom.)