The Apple of My Eye

It's So Easy

Without Star in the picture, I had to fill up my mind and my time with all sorts of distractions and entertainment. And that's exactly what I did. If 2008 had been my year of decadence and debauchery, then 2010 would be the year when I would take those concepts to the next level. I was determined to become the ultimate hedonist. I was tired of all the hard work and all the responsibility just so my daughters would always be provided for and grow up sane. I was tired of all the appropriate behavior just so my parents wouldn't give me shit—and give me shit for doing what I wanted, for being who I wanted to be, no less. Who the hell was looking out for me, you know? Who was interested in my best interest? Who made sure I was happy and sane?

So the pursuit of personal pleasure it would be. I would now indulge myself and my senses without anything or anyone holding me back. And if I could do it in a way that would leave nothing to be desired in the being-a-parent and being-a-professional departments, then no one would have shit on me.

If this sounds in any way like I'm going to start doing drugs and engaging in orgies, then allow me to rectify that. I was not that kind of hedonist and I wasn't about to become one, sorry to disappoint. I never smoked or drank any alcohol, and I was very particular about not wanting to engage in intimacies with more than one girl at a time. What I meant was, from now on I would not sidestep opportunities to spend time with anyone whose company I enjoyed. And I wouldn't be afraid to fall in love either, though I honestly did not think this one particular miracle would be happening to me again anytime soon. Also, I'd buy lots of toys for myself. The grownup child kind of toys. I had been parsimonious with my money for far too long. Now that I was back in the game, I'd get myself pampered any chance I got. I needed to get me a shiny new car, and I had to buy me a big screen TV and a killer stereo, too. But most importantly, I would surround myself with lots of beautiful girls. I know I would feel a hell of a lot better if I did that. And those, ladies and gentlemen, were the kind of new year's resolutions I was making. A little too late in the year, granted, but they were resolutions I intended to keep, nevertheless.

For over a year I had been listening to too many people telling me what to do and what to feel, and I had had it with that shit. I had come to learn that everyone who deemed themselves so righteous and so virtuous was actually a lot more fucked up than I ever was. A lot more, one way or another, than I had ever given them credit for. Holier than thou, as they say. I would listen to that kind of crap no more.

And what better way to start this new page in my life than by giving sweet little Mia a call? After all, she did say she was falling in love, right? Again, it was the gentlemanly thing to do, and I wasted no time. Like I said earlier, Mia worked right there, same building as I, same floor and everything, so it was really no big deal. All I had to do was chat her up on Skype one afternoon, talk shit for a little while, and a few minutes later, bam, she was sitting in my office, all smiling and laughing and being hot.

Over time, Mia and I would end up engaging (here's that word again) in unspeakable acts of lewdness in that office of mine. But let me just go ahead and say, for the record, that I was not trying to get myself fired or anything remotely close. No way. Quite the opposite: I was always very careful. Plus, in Mia I had found the perfect partner for my crimes against moderation and temperance. Now that we knew each other just about enough to not need to waste any time with small talk, she really held nothing back. Her thirst for sex and sex-related undertakings was unquenchable. And this was a much bigger office, remember, at the end of the hall and everything. It was an invitation to sin, is what it was. All we had to do was lock that door and we were free to go at each other like fucking cannibals trying to stay alive.

That first time I called her we just made out a lot and made sure our hands went inside the waist of each other's pants a good deal as well. But that was more than enough to start her fire, so later that same day she returned and let me eat her out on my desk. Too graphic? I apologize, but I can't leave this out. I must have gone at it for a good half hour or so. She tasted so damn good I just couldn't get enough. I thought she was going to break my neck there at some point, her legs clamped down on me as hard as they were and everything. In the end, there wasn't time for Mia to reciprocate, but she made me promise she'd be allowed to return the favor the next day.