Re: In praise of Emily

Breakfast is convivial and Emily insists that James sits with us. We are like friends of the ages and we take the piss out of the politicians in the papers. I don’t care where you live, where you read this, that is a human pastime right? CC leans back after devouring a big breakfast, resting his hand on Mag’s thigh. I can’t tell you the look that she gives him. Desire, pleasure, relief and yes love. Our sort of love that will admit another male as long as he plays a subservient role. She is hoping, daring to hope that the guy is serious about her. I intend to make that as possible as I can. On Tuesday night James will drive her down to be with him and after they have fucked I will arrange that there is a nice restaurant meal to go to. James will be their driver for the evening. I want it to be special. Mags knows CC’s likes and dislikes. She knows that he already has a thing about her peachy ass and her shapely legs. Mags is learning to ride with the guy and from what i know, she will do fine. All thoughts of false start bastard Ben are dropped like trash in a can now.

When I look at my girl she is equally vivacious. Her smile is teasing, taunting, now playful, now lusty. Seeing the girls at breakfast with a man that they control, with their equals and lovers is the best feeling possible. Some women are meant to dominate men. That is their role in life. It causes the blood to rise-and the hunger to bite. It is quite simply, perfect. I wish I could say that I had designed all this-but I didn’t. It started way back in the psyche, possibly in the genes. What I do now is very superficial indeed. But I am glad to be here. Very glad.