Saturday, March 18, 2017

On the trail of Emmanuelle.

Marjorie surprised me with a phone call. "Rather then my coming to Paris next week, can you meet me in Seychelles, a friend has a house there we can use. While we talked, I re-arranged my schedule and checked on flights, "I'll meet you there Wednesday..." I replied.

She met me at the airport with a tuk-tuk that transported us to the house, about an hour away. The house was set back from the beach behind a small road, it was set on stilts as were several others we'd passed. Probably as protection against possible storm surge. It was of wood and masonry construction with a hip roof that extended over a wide veranda. Several of the rooms shared indoor and outdoor spaces that were closed off by screens. 

My typical travel attire is leggings or tights with a jersey or sweater sometimes covered with a tunic. Modest when necessary and comfortable in often too cool airport lounges and planes. But what was comfortable for Paris in March was stifling in the sultry air of Victoria so as soon a we reached the house, I doffed all but the tunic. 

I found Marjorie in the pool and I joined her for a swim that culminated with our making love under a palm roofed shelter.

It has been a wonderful week.

Kim





Saturday, March 11, 2017

But not now. Let the chase continue.

Kim

Friday, March 10, 2017

With neither guilt or shame the slut will welcome the wolf to her bed.

Kim

Thursday, March 09, 2017

A wolf is scratching at my door.

Oh, he is such a sexy beast

Kim

Monday, March 06, 2017

Tuesday, February 28, 2017


Marjorie messaged me that someone anonymously Tweeted her this video with the note "This is what it is like to date Kim." I freaked and began rifling through the memories of my ex's wondering who would do that. I have a couple of suspects, but even they don't make much sense.

My response to Marjorie, was pretty defensive. I admitted that I can be difficult and high maintenance, but I already told her that. That I am crazy and have the papers to prove it. But I've never smashed someones car (or stuff), cut up their clothes, though I admitted to cutting up pictures with scissors. She's pretty grounded so nothing much bothers her, she let me go on for a while before finally interjecting. "Well if you're like the video, life will be exciting."

Kim

Sunday, February 19, 2017

It has been an eventful week.

Anne Marie and Hannah were the first guests to stay in the renovated apartment and Sunday, Café Kim opened for business for the first time in a long while, giving me a chance to show off the new place to my friends. Valentine's Day evening I was alone, but texting sexy missives to Marjorie who is in Chad. I need to buy some batteries. Wednesday evening I hosted a dinner party for 12 at my place. It was catered, rather than my cooking, so that I could be a proper hostess.  I'm pleased with how the evening went.

All that and Marine La Pen wants to force me to choose French or American citizenship. Bitch. Though the US is making it difficult to maintain dual citizenship.

Friday, Wags and I drove to the village and I'll send a couple of weeks here with trips to London and Berlin for business. I need a some time here to re-charge. Mirelle and I had dinner on Friday and wandered to the café for drinks and to gossip. As we were chatting I noticed a very handsome man who I'd not seen before. In the summer I would have paid him no mind, but this time of year a stranger is unusual. I asked Mirelle about him and she told me he was Étienne who had purchased the marina from the retiring previous owner. We exchanged catty remarks and speculated on his performance when she said that he was very devoted to his wife, who was a very nice woman. "All the better that he's married," I responded., "he'll be in my bed by the end of summer." Mirelle dismissed me and said, "I don't care who you plan to fuck this summer, who are you fucking tonight?"

Kim