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Chapter 5

 

 

How long have I been asleep? It's getting dark out.

It's been the most bizarre and exhausting afternoon of sex I’ve ever had. 

My mission was to seduce Diana for the camera. But it was she who dominated me. I'll be compromised by that video too. My macho reputation will be ruined after how I behaved.

With my pants around my ankles, she caught me off balance and twisting her hip somehow, threw me onto my back on the bed. Then she calmly climbed on top; pinned my shoulders with her knees and forced herself down over my face. I struggled to get free, flailing my legs, but she slapped me down with her fists to my kidneys so hard that I gave up. It was as if I was being raped by her, for the camera. Anyway, I'd gone soft and couldn't have performed normal sex, so I had no option but to give in and do as she demanded.

Later, as we had sex properly, I thought of Geraldo watching that rape scene; or showing it to his mistress; or to his new friends; while they all laughed. My unmanly capitulation and then my growing arousal, as she enjoyed herself, will be obvious to anyone watching the video. If it gets out that a woman had her way with me like that, my reputation, around BA, will be ruined.

Geraldo probably knew his wife would do this to me and he wanted to have his revenge for those girls I stole from him, back when. Or maybe he collects porn videos of women dominating men? Well, he's going to be disappointed. Not only am I going to remove my prints, I'm going to edit out the first part of the video, before I send it on to him. There's more than enough regular sex on there to satisfy my part of the bargain.

The good thing is, that I've learnt what it is these upper-class bitches want from a gigoló. Once I gave in, and followed Diana's comprehensive instructions, the tables turned a bit and she was responding to me. So, it wasn't as bad as I'd imagined. No more one-night stands that lead nowhere for me. I'm going to make some real conquests, with generous women who keep coming back to me.

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Diana's finished her shower and has put on a black silk robe. As she is obviously aware, it frames her pale, naked body and makes it seem even more lustrous. She smells fresh again and seems even more seductive than she did earlier. She seems to have bewitched me; or I'm falling in love. I suggest dinner and then ask, hopefully: if, maybe, I could stay the night?

"We can't go down for dinner together, if that's what you're thinking, so I'll call Room Service. And you'll have to go into the bathroom when they get here." she declares, picking up the phone.

I can't believe my ears! She's ordering a double serving of rare steak and some vegetable thing from the menu, without even asking me! She didn't even ask me how I like my steak. Just went ahead, as if I'm her child or a servant.

"So, is that a yes to me staying the night? And what if I don't like steak? You're being very high-handed Kikka."

"You're not my guest. You're my pickup. And now you've begged to be my toy-boy for the night. I'm paying - and this is Argentina, the home of the best steaks in the world. You'll eat it or you'll go hungry. Anyway, rare steak will compliment your newly acquired taste preferences." 

Now she's mocking me for doing those disgusting things for her!

 

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Travel

India

October 2009

 

 

 

 

In summary

 

India was amazing. It was just as I had been told, read, seen on TV and so on but quite different to what I expected; a physical experience (noise, reactions of and interactions with people, smells and other sensations) rather than an intellectual appreciation.

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Fiction, Recollections & News

Lost Magic

 

 

I recently had another look at a short story I'd written a couple of years ago about a man who claimed to be a Time Lord.

I noticed a typo.  Before I knew it I had added a new section and a new character and given him an experience I actually had as a child. 

It happened one sports afternoon - primary school cricket on Thornleigh oval. 

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Opinions and Philosophy

Medical fun and games

 

 

 

 

We all die of something.

After 70 it's less likely to be as a result of risky behaviour or suicide and more likely to be heart disease followed by a stroke or cancer. Unfortunately as we age, like a horse in a race coming up from behind, dementia begins to take a larger toll and pulmonary disease sees off many of the remainder. Heart failure is probably the least troublesome choice, if you had one, or suicide.

In 2020 COVID-19 has become a significant killer overseas but in Australia less than a thousand died and the risk from influenza, pneumonia and lower respiratory conditions had also fallen as there was less respiratory infection due to pandemic precautions and increased influenza immunisation. So overall, in Australia in 2020, deaths were below the annual norm.  Yet 2021 will bring a new story and we've already had a new COVID-19 hotspot closing borders again right before Christmas*.

So what will kill me?

Some years back, in October 2016, at the age of 71, my aorta began to show it's age and I dropped into the repair shop where a new heart valve - a pericardial bio-prosthesis - was fitted. See The Meaning of Death elsewhere on this website. This has reduced my chances of heart failure so now I need to fear cancer; and later, dementia.  

More fun and games.

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