“Fair enough,” Matt said. He wanted to push for something more concrete but knew that if the more desperate he sounded the less likely they’d be to come find him again. No, the best way to play it was aloof, just like they were. “I’ll see you around.”
“Yes you will,” Sasha said, giving him a little kiss on the lips.
“Don’t worry,” Bailey added, giving him a little smack on the cheek. “When we’re in the mood to get nasty again, we’ll find you.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Matt said.
“So are we,” the girls replied in unison. “So are we.”
And with that, they were out the door. Matt quickly got dressed and headed back to his room. Boy, did he have a story to tell his roommates. Not that they’d believe him, of course. Hell, he barely believed it himself, and he had lived it.
On second thought, Matt decided to keep the details of the night to himself. Some things were better off cherished in one’s head. To say them aloud would be to ruin their power. It was better to keep memories like this to yourself. To be remembered over and over again, unsoiled and unsullied. Perfect. Just like the night itself.
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PUMMELING HER ASS
Due to his looks, personality, wealth and fame, Josh Evans has a wide variety of women to choose from. Most of the time, he takes full advantage of this, generally spending each night with a different woman and rarely sleeping with the same woman twice, let alone more often than that.
Part of this is mere convenience—his lifestyle is one of near-constant travel, and he’s rarely in the same city for more than a couple days at a time, and almost never in the same exact place from one night to the next. This allows him the opportunity to pick and choose a different woman every night from the multitudes of gorgeous ones at his disposal without having to worry about hurting anyone’s feelings.
Another part of this is his preferences. He’d rather have sex with a different woman every night, not only for the mere experience of sleeping with as many women as possible, but for emotional reasons as well. During his playing days, Josh had been in a couple of serious relationships. Not only did every single one of them end up in disaster, but they always went through a prolonged death spiral before they reached rock-bottom.
In his experience, the first night with a woman is almost always the best. After that first night is over it’s all downhill. Emotions always seemed to get in the way of good times, making sex less adventurous, less open, and less fun. The way Josh sees it, emotions are a crutch, an unnecessary circumstance of human interaction that eventually led to deceit and despair. Which is why he is always looking for someone new to sleep with. It’s hard to get emotionally attached to someone when you only spent one night fucking their brains out in a variety of nasty, perverted ways.
That being said, there are a few women that he visits semi-regularly. The women themselves vary quite a bit, from an incredibly beautiful auburn-haired American movie star in her mid-30’s to a tall, athletic, black-haired 25-year old Brazilian volleyball player to a short, stacked blonde bombshell pornstar that he’d met shortly after she turned 18. These women, and a few more on his short-list, are all different in their looks and personalities.
But they all have three important things in common with each other:
First, each is an absolute freak in bed, willing and able to get down and dirty and deviant and depraved at the drop of a hat.
Second, they are all mellow, kick-back women with open schedules and no regard for the status quo or any of the petty designations used by the majority of people in the world. In other words, they are like Josh in this regard.
Third—and most important, in Josh’s mind—each of his regulars have a certain emotional aloofness that allow them to avoid any sort of emotional bonds no matter how often they got together. All of them are no more than fuck-buddies, looking to get together when circumstances fell correctly, and none have any desire—hidden or open—to ever be anything different.
The rare few women who fit into these categories are the only ones Josh visits with more than once. Even then he rarely sees them more than two or three times a year, if that. Which is as close as Josh will ever again get to a commitment.
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This afternoon Josh is in Houston, Texas, having flown in from Los Angeles on his way to New York. He could have flown non-stop from coast-to-coast without any issues, but decided to set things up so he could spend a couple hours with one of his regulars, a smoking hot ex-NFL cheerleader named Alexa.
After exiting his private jet and traversing the massive airport, he makes his way to the hotel inside the terminal. He bypasses the front desk and heads up to the top floor, where Alexa is waiting in suite 23F. He knocks on the door and she opens up, having checked in earlier in the day.
Josh takes a moment to drink Alexa in with his eyes. At five-foot-eight and just over 130 pounds, she’s a thing of beauty, with long, light-brown hair, naturally tanned skin, big brown eyes, sexy, erotic features with sharp lines and full, sensuous lips. She’s a fitness freak with an athletic build, muscular, with incredibly shapely legs, a flat stomach, toned arms, and a rock-hard but still plump ass. Her tits weren’t huge but not tiny
