I was messed up. Really, I was truly messed up. I was on the phone with Sophia the morning before I had to go out on a date with Xavier. I still texted Cameron from time to time. And I couldn’t put my foot down on which direction I should dictate my personal life to be—it felt all over the place. Last night with Kyle, we ended up sitting down over a few drinks and discussed precisely this topic of contention—should there be limits to sexual liberation in an open relationship? I never joined any debate club, but I did sit through Cambridge Union debates multiple times. I even watched their old debates to make sense of things. I remembered that one debate with the infamous porn star Anabel Chong coming to the Union and defending the freedom of sex after she filmed this one project with 251 men within 10 hours, effectively breaking the record that year that that adult movie came out. I was half horrified and fascinated. To be honest, I couldn’t fat
Xavier did invite me to dinner. And we were meant to go to dinner at a small cozy restaurant near his place. We were supposed to do that. But I stopped by his place for a casual talk, and suddenly that dinner was completely forgotten. “Ahh…oh gosh…yes…yes. Just like that…hmm…” I gasped for air and more air when his tongue played with my sensitive part. I couldn’t think of anything else. All I could feel was him. His hand on my breast and his lips stimulated my senses. I was so wet for this man. As soon as I entered the door, we were all over each other. He kissed me as a greeting at first, but those eyes communicated something more, and it was me who grabbed his face and kissed him again. That time was longer and more passionate. I missed the taste of him. Like patrol on fire, our passion erupt
Sienna had not text me back all afternoon. I didn’t mind as much. Well, I thought I didn’t mind, but the thought of what she was doing kept occupying my mind. She hadn’t told me when she was free this week to go for a run, so we hadn’t made anymore arrangement. Maybe, I could remind her of that.I knew way too well that this was a rare second chance to get back with her again. It wasn’t an ideal situation that I would have wanted for us, but still, a slim chance is better than no chance at all. I met Ernie for a walk along the River Thames earlier, and that bothered me more. My little brother called to ask for more money again, so I asked him to meet me in person and explain what was really happening. He must be desperate because this time, he dragged himself out of bed in the early morning to walk and talk with me arou
I followed the address Yvonne sent and stood in front of another wealthy area of London, the beautiful area no other than Mayfair. I chose the afternoon slot and knowing full well I only got four hours with her. That was quite generous, actually. We didn’t hang out that much since college. And I wasn’t sure when I emailed her that she wanted to hang out with me anymore. But maybe she realized something like I did at this age that real friends that you can trust are difficult to find. I pressed the bell and waited. It didn’t take long for the white wooden door to open. Yvonne greeted me with a bright smile. Her signature long red hair was vibrant under the rare afternoon sunlight. “Hello! Long time no see, Sienna! I’ve missed you!” She rushed to hug me, and I smiled at her warmth. Yvonne was alw
I didn’t expect to talk about Joseph to Sienna. He was my past, my presence, and hopefully, my future. It was too difficult to open up talking about this to anyone. People were judgmental, and I didn’t like anyone to step in to talk about my business. But this was Sienna. And she talked about her trouble first. I didn’t expect her to talk about her life to this depth, either. But again, we switched from tea to Chardonnay for quite a while already, and that definitely influenced her speech.First, she talked about her difficulty with her long-distance relationship, then she revealed her girlfriend’s infidelity, then this idea of an open relationship. I understood the concept well and simply nodded through this whole affair. Well, if it worked for her and her relationship, then I guessed it worked. What made me raise my eyebrows was her renewed relationship with Cameron. And what made me drink a whole glass of wine in one gulp without a pro
Yvonne described her relationship with Joseph as an addiction, and I didn’t know if I could use the same word with my feeling about Xavier. As I lay here on his bed and let him pound into me, I didn’t know if I could call it an addiction. I screamed his name over and over. I scratched his back as he was more rough and forceful, and I welcomed every stroke with my legs spread wider. He was different. And sex with him made me forget wanting to have sex with anyone else. Cameron stopped texting for days anyway, and I didn’t even care to text back. My mind kept thinking about Xavier, and it was his bed I had slept on these past nights. We were all over each other, and I couldn’t get enough of him. I found him so desirable with his college hoodie and jeans. And so, every day after work, I came here to his room, stripped nak
The door was locked. I saw Cameron locked it, or did he? I don’t even care. After a bottle of champagne, two cocktails, and three shots of vodka, why should I care anymore? All I know is there is a warm body, Cameron’s body, in my arms, and his lips are hot. **Knock Knock** “I think they are cleaning the restroom. Let’s find another one down the hall,” I heard a voice said that from the other side of the door. I stay quiet until the sound of the footstep disappeared.Looking up at the man whose idea was to escape into the restroom, his eyes show a childish, playful glint that I find so charming.“What if we are caught?” I said it against his neck and nibbled it as he laughed. Despite our predicament, he seems to not be in any rush.“They are welcomed to watch.” He said huskily. He kisses me again. His tongue meets mine, and I moan to the taste of the cocktail that still lingers in his mouth. He is intoxicating, and I am intoxicated by the taste of him. It doesn’t
I sit next to Nora. She is wearing a bohemian sparkly sequined dress; the gleaming brightness of her dress contrasts her sexy tanned skin.“Hello, professor, I’m back. What did I miss? How are our people?” The woman who is sipping red wine gave me a teasing smile. Nora is doing a fellowship in Archaeology. I don’t know much about her work, we have been friends since undergrad in Cambridge, and since we studied different degrees, I did Economics, and she did Archaeology, our career interests are not exactly aligned, but she is good fun at parties and an outstanding museum tour guide. And not to forget, the biggest gossip I have ever known. The girl is observant.“Nothing much. Yvonne went home early since she had an early meeting tomorrow. And before the meeting, she told me she will have a yoga session at 5 AM. Can you believe that girl?” Yvonne is a fashion designer and a business executive. She runs the London office of her family’s luxury brand in Paris. She probably throws herself
Cameron asked me for a dance.While I was enjoying acrobatic shows and a man that pulled out a fire-breathing stunt, Cameron walked up to me and asked for the honor of a dance. I look to Nora. She must have seen this played out a thousand times between him and me. The usual charade of will-they-won’t-they nonsense. Cameron was my serious boyfriend of three years in Cambridge. I’m not sure who fell out of love first or after which time we broke up. But the physical attraction still stubbornly lingers.Cameron is part of the polo club, and that is the reason I am here. In fact, all our friends here met in a college polo club. I quit a long time ago. When I flew back to New York soon after my graduation, there was no need to continue the sport. My focus was on my career.He has always been a good dancer. His one hand is on my waist, and one hand is holding my palm. I let him take the lead. The blinking blue, white, and yellow flash in the ballroom starts to make me dizzy. I hold on tight