1. A funny thing happened.. Pt1


    Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Extreme, Spanking, Author: Cynthiia23, Rating: 16.7, Source: sexstories.com

    for a minute, ok?" At 43, handsome, urbane, witty, independently wealthy, and, by the way, in a fifteen year monogamous relationship with one of the most powerful casting directors in New York, Jack Lindley was the most considerable personage in the room, by far. Also the smartest: BA from Columbia and a D-Phil from the London School of Economics, if you please. Don't get me wrong; he's a great guy: talented, funny, a little bitchy, no arrogance, no attitude, and he has the sexiest South Carolina baritone. But on the rare occasion that Jack has something of substance to say, smart people, even drunk smart people, tend to listen. bit.ly/HoTS3x Liz Is wild! "Look, I don't mean to preach, but this is how rumors get started, and once you start 'em, they can be tough to kill." Liz was incredulous: "Jack, a guy with a jones for Ginny here is hardly news. I mean look at the body on her. It's like any straight guy with a pulse..." "C'mon, Liz, would you just..." I was a little embarrassed, a little flattered, and a lot wasted (and when did that happen?), and if my sentences didn't want to finish themselves, I wasn't gonna be forcing the issue. Jack was a little defensive: "I know, I know, it's just...ok, this is my second show with Sim. We did George a couple of years ago up in Maine. I like the guy. I mean I really like him..." Glori: "Um...just so we're clear here, are you saying...?" Jack chuckled: "You have a dirty mind, my child! No," and his tone became thoughtful, as if ...
    this was some stuff he hadn't quite worked out himself, "I mean I really like him. I value him. I almost like the world—our world—a little better because he's in it. It's weird, because, I mean, you all know me: I love all the shit he doesn't seem to go in for. I love the cattiness and the gossip. I adore the divas and the old queens and the chorus boys and the parties and the cat-fights and the hook-ups and the break-ups and the...I don't know...the passionate way we live our lives and do our work and have our fun. And I think there's part of Sim that would love to be a part of all that, but for one reason or another, he's not. I still don't know what to make of him..." Nobody said anything for a few minutes, and when Jack spoke again, it was as if he'd continued to speak without the rest of us having heard him. Maybe he had. I was pretty fucked-up by this time; maybe I had dozed off. Didn't feel like that, but you never knew. "He belongs in the theatre...to the theatre, but the rest of his life? I mean I think I know him pretty well, but I don't have the first fucking clue as to..." He trailed off again, and then came back on point with something of an effort. "Look, ladies...and Brad, who's butch...kidding, cutie pie...look, seriously! Don't start anything about him, ok? Not even that he likes Ginny's tits, which I'm sure everybody does...oh God, I am too drunk to explain this to you guys...and you're all too young to understand it anyway. I mean it. I'm not being all ...
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