Lhea gives me a half-hearted smile, disapproving my of drinking habit but she knows in the grand scheme of things its relatively minor to real problems that she has seen me barely survive and deal with. With one hand I’m petting the top of her head again, drawing out the purr she can’t help to contain – while with the other hand I pick up the decanter to refill our glass again. However, this time I don’t bother filling it up, barely at all actually. Only enough for her as I take the decanter to my lips and start to drink from it directly.
“Otto!†“ Really?†Yes Lhea really, but this isn’t the first or last time she has seen me drink like a drunkard so after that she gets to nursing her own drink while she sits in my lap, giving a slight grind to her hips every once in a while to tease me like she always does. She’s the only woman that teases me and gets away with it, a secret well-kept from the outside world.
Frankly what we discuss isn’t all that exciting. I always ask how she is with her boytoys though. She has so many young men wrapped around her fingers it almost impresses me. Most young men in Ul’Dah aren’t used to seeing such features in a woman, and a Miqo no less that knows how to dress and maintain themselves – they stand no chance. She will always ask me how my whores are doing; one to be demeaning about it but it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. She is right; some of them are indeed paid whores. Sometimes a man doesn’t care about the chase, and cares more about getting exactly what he wants in exactly the right way. When you pay true professionals of the craft the amount of money I do, you always walk away satisfied – assuming you can walk when it’s all said and done.
Even though what we discuss is rarely terribly interesting, we’re friends and friends take the time from their busy days to speak to one another. Soon enough Lhea rises from the water, usually flicking me with her lion-shaped tail once, as she saunters behind me sitting on the edge of the tub to massage my shoulders as we keep talking. Lhea is a small woman so she has to use both hands for one of my shoulders, but we both know she loves doing it. She has a deep-seated passion for masculinity and loves to see me without much on. Though that feeling is mutual and the less she wears the happier I am.
Its about that time I can tell. I glance over to my ridiculous looking Carby clock and see that the day is growing a bit short. I’ve got people to do, things to see, and places to be. With a heavy sigh I let Lhea know that for now I need to be off.
“Going to spend time with a slut I betâ€. For once she’s wrong. I just want to get out of my room, I awoke hours ago and it’s time for me to get dressed, look my best, and let the world know of my presence.
[To be continued...]
“Otto!†“ Really?†Yes Lhea really, but this isn’t the first or last time she has seen me drink like a drunkard so after that she gets to nursing her own drink while she sits in my lap, giving a slight grind to her hips every once in a while to tease me like she always does. She’s the only woman that teases me and gets away with it, a secret well-kept from the outside world.
Frankly what we discuss isn’t all that exciting. I always ask how she is with her boytoys though. She has so many young men wrapped around her fingers it almost impresses me. Most young men in Ul’Dah aren’t used to seeing such features in a woman, and a Miqo no less that knows how to dress and maintain themselves – they stand no chance. She will always ask me how my whores are doing; one to be demeaning about it but it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. She is right; some of them are indeed paid whores. Sometimes a man doesn’t care about the chase, and cares more about getting exactly what he wants in exactly the right way. When you pay true professionals of the craft the amount of money I do, you always walk away satisfied – assuming you can walk when it’s all said and done.
Even though what we discuss is rarely terribly interesting, we’re friends and friends take the time from their busy days to speak to one another. Soon enough Lhea rises from the water, usually flicking me with her lion-shaped tail once, as she saunters behind me sitting on the edge of the tub to massage my shoulders as we keep talking. Lhea is a small woman so she has to use both hands for one of my shoulders, but we both know she loves doing it. She has a deep-seated passion for masculinity and loves to see me without much on. Though that feeling is mutual and the less she wears the happier I am.
Its about that time I can tell. I glance over to my ridiculous looking Carby clock and see that the day is growing a bit short. I’ve got people to do, things to see, and places to be. With a heavy sigh I let Lhea know that for now I need to be off.
“Going to spend time with a slut I betâ€. For once she’s wrong. I just want to get out of my room, I awoke hours ago and it’s time for me to get dressed, look my best, and let the world know of my presence.
[To be continued...]
