Cash and Sex

I'm in the airport on my way to Toronto where I will catch a connecting flight to visit my G-Ma in Moncton, NB. I've been having some interesting encounters here in Ottawa! Max is a very charming frenchy-haitian living in Hull. He invited me out for Canada day and I ended up hanging out with a bunch of young black men! What's better than hanging out with 6 fine niggas? (I mean the n-word with only love!) 6 fine french niggas!! As I said it was quite the interesting experience, with a few truly humbling moments.

After the gorgeous fireworks on parliament hill we rushed to miss the line-ups at the club along with another 500 000 canadians. Cover, consequently, was pretty damn expensive so I had decided to purchase a VIP bracelet to avoid line-ups, etc. At the first club we went to Max wasn't allowed in because of how he was dressed. "Too baggy" was the reason. I was appauled. I'm not one to be seen with anyone who isn't respectable, and Max was dressed perfectly well in my opinion, much better than the 5 (white) beach bums who had just headed in before us.

We continue on, finally ending up at a hot but somehow dead club. Whatever, let's just get some drinks. "Let me show you boys how we go down in my town!!" I ordered us each a liquid cocaine, sour-jack, and heinekin. 3 drinks each- no big deal right?! The bill came to around $80 and I generously offered my share to Max. I was humiliated as the 4 guys proceeded to argue over who was going to pay the bill, and two of them refused to pay. The lovely drinks sat lonely on the bar for minutes that felt like hours as I looked pleedingly in everyone's eyes. Turns out these Ottawa boys are definitely NOT ballin. Finally Max generously picked up more than his share of the tab.

I felt really terrible and so, so embarrassed. I mean, where I come from my boys do not argue over money, especially petty cash they spend at the club. It really showed me how lucky I am to live in such a rich province. When you don't see anything but oil money being spilled everywhere it's easy to overlook poverty elsewhere. I believe that everyone you meet in life serves a purpose; to teach you something so to speak. Sweetheart Max showed me the reality, even in a rich country like Canada: Most people are not as ballin as I am.

He also made me realize how much I'm missin' S. I miss being his little princess/pornstar/schoolgirl. I'm S's queen and he makes sure I know it. Sure he may not be around as much as I'd like him to be, and yes, it is annoying when he doesn't return my calls when he says he will, but the more time I spend away from him, the more I realize how perfect he is for me. For one thing having his support is worth more than any money could buy. He keeps my nerves intact all while encouraging me to be better and giving me the tools to do it. I'm sure that if the sex weren't so damn crazy we'd be best friends at least!

I can't wait to go home and get naked with him! I want his strong presence, his huge hands teasing my body, big soft pillow lips moving down my neck. I wanna put my hands on his chest and trace his tatoos with my fingertips while I rub up on his dick. I wanna kiss his tip and then ride it slow, up and down, in and out. I want him to grab ahold of me and give it to me like he means it. Most of all, I wanna see his cum face!!

We are so passionate, every time we get in bed together I fall in love with him all over again. He is so gorgeous, sometimes I wake up and look beside me and think, "Is this real? Is this model of a man really mine, and does he really love me? Me, as in little Luxie schoolgirl?" It makes me feel so lucky but at the same time, a little insecure. He is just SUCH a great catch. Clever, beyond perfect looks, determined, disciplined, flirty, rich, ahhh!!!! I know everwhere he goes every girl (and her mom!!) are throwing themselves at him, and that's a little difficult to deal with.

I suppose the same thing happens to me, especially at work. I recently asked him if he ever gets jealous. "No," he replied, "I know you're a smart girl." See, S knows that he is the shit, and therefore I think he assumes that I would never fool around on him. Unfortunately I don't have that luxury, it's quite the opposite in fact. I assume that he would fool around on me, just because he is so out-of-this-world hot. Although I know I'm attractive and I know lots of guys want me I've always had this sneaking suspicion that S might be even better than me. You know when you walk down the street and see couples, I always compare them, see how they measure up against each other. And if I saw S and I walking, I'm pretty sure I'd say he could do better than me. I DO NOT WANT TO BE THAT GIRL. I'm used to it being the other way around actually...

Oh well, what can you do? S's mine for now and that pleases me =) He sent me a wonderful e-mail today:

hi babs how r u i hope ur better den me wit my gimp knee. guess wat i mite have a bike wen u get back so i can take u for a ride!!!!but ya im really horny in need of my skool girl come back i cant wait i miss u babs. hayley been chillin wit me lately shes so fat n cute n pregnant lol n e ways ima call u later i wanna hear yo voice sorry bout da other day everytime we call eachother its jus bad timing xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo


Aweeehh what a sweetheart! I'm missin my man =(