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About this time last year I took a trip to New York. It was fun and I had a nice adventure but I got so busy that I never said more than this about it. A pity that I never finished that thought. To answer the riddle, Shortbus was awesome and Billy’s was not (I’ve made much better cupcakes at home). That leaves Jefferson – holy.fucking.hell. You know, you read about someone’s life – and he is a really excellent writer – and you figure it can’t be anything like what they say it is. Now, I only got a glimpse into a few hours of Jefferson’s life but it was weirdly exactly as he describes it. He actually is that fucking confident and sexy and interesting. Oh, and really brilliant in bed.

I never wrote about this before because I thought so much time had passed that it was too late to bother making the entry. But, as Jefferson mentioned in an email this morning, it is never too late. And he wrote about our fun just a few weeks ago.

I’m not going to rehash what he already described very well. In fact I’ll give you a tidbit to entice you:

Given what they had told me, I intended to focus on Brian at first. I wanted to differentiate myself from the run-of-the-mill men who were fine with letting Brian blow them if that was the price for fucking Elle. I was not one of those bisexuals, not at all. I wanted them to feel I was in this for both of them.

“Fuck,” I groaned, taking my face from Elle’s. “God, look at him. He’s devouring me.” Elle rested a hand on my chest. “He’s so fucking hot,” she repeated, her voice raspy. Brian looked up to her eyes, gurgling his response into my cock. His drool collected on my body. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. My body was theirs. Elle ran her hands down my torso, bringing her lips to my nipples. I twitched as the ran her tongue along my skin, her movements as soft as her boyfriend’s were urgent. I curled and bucked as she found her way to my belly. I sat up, taking Brian’s head in my hand. “Brian, man, you’re so great. But now I need to get my dick in your girlfriend.”

Go read the rest and then come back here, okay? So, yeah, I got to experience a true New York monument. Later that afternoon, we had an awesome meal at Katz’s and I got to show Jay (Brian) Central Park.

The next morning I woke up with a souvenir that perhaps Jefferson didn’t know he was leaving. He left out the part of the story where he tortured my nipples and bit my thighs until I was screaming. I got to enjoy the sight of little purple bruises on my thighs for several weeks afterward. You can’t put a memento like that on the mantle but if sure as fuck beats a snow globe.

(And speaking of travel, if any of you live in Thailand, Malaysia, or Singapore, the Ellie and Jay bisexual fucking road show extravaganza is going to acquire some international flair this December and January!)