Erotica, Series

The Leatherbound Diaries, Part 16

A Strange Night: Cathy goes to another sex party but she’s not in the mood and goes to see Alexander.

As we walked down the corridor, Leyla said the hotel personnel probably knew about the sex party because it wasn’t the first time it was hosted there. Two straight couples organise them, and Leyla has asked me several times to join her. She occasionally works with one of the women — who’s a stylist like her — and that’s how she got an invitation. Leyla said it’s very different from the one we went to at Nina Kuhn’s apartment.

‘Just normal people having a good time,’ she said. I wanted to ask her what her definition of normal is, but I let it pass.

When we entered the suite, I spotted one couple making out but although the dress code was ‘flimsy’, most of the guests were having a drink and chatting. The host came up to us, greeted Leyla, and introduced herself to me as Masha. Her husband joined us and said his name was Maximilian.

‘Max & Masha…’ I whispered to Leyla, giggling.

‘Wait until you hear what the other couple’s called,’ she replied.

I nearly pissed my pants laughing when they introduced themselves as Willy & Waldo.

We went over to a small bar for a drink, and I scanned the room. Leyla was right, it was a group of ordinary people. Most of them were in their thirties or forties, and no one was especially pretty or remarkable. The man who served us the drinks asked me lame questions like ‘where are you from?’ I felt awkward and said so to Leyla. She just shrugged, although she stood out even more than me with her black hair and striking Kurdish eyes. I didn’t get why she wanted to be here or why she’d brought me. Something was gnawing within me, but I didn’t realise my annoyance had nothing to do with Leyla or the friendly people in the hotel suite.

I noticed a woman sitting on the armrest next to a man who was caressing his crotch. When his cock had visibly hardened, she undid his zipper and slid her hand in. Next to them stood a man watching them and at some point, he saw me watching too. He smiled and winked at me, which I found silly.

Leyla was talking amicably to the barman, whom she clearly knew from a previous party, so I kept watching the couple in the armchair. The woman knelt between the man’s legs and pulled down his trousers and boxers. She handed them to the man who’d winked at me, and he neatly folded them and put them on the ground. As the woman started to lick the cock, the winking man undressed and folded his own clothes neatly too, placing them on top of the other man’s trousers. He kept his socks on, which put me off. The man in the armchair lay back and enjoyed being licked and sucked. Winking man just stood there next to him watching it happen, his cock erect and bobbing quite close to the other man’s face. I expected the man in the chair to caress it or suck it but he only looked at it now and then as he was indulging in being blown.

After a while, the woman stood and removed her knickers. She kept her skirt on and held it up as she climbed on the man in the chair. She grabbed his dick and lowered herself to gently let him enter her. This was probably what Winking Man had been waiting for, because now the woman took his cock in her hand and jerked it as she rode the dick inside her. By now, Leyla and the barman were also watching. The barman was caressing Leyla’s hair, and she leaned back into him. She lifted her head, and they kissed while his hands lowered to her chest and cupped her tits.

Weirdly enough, I was not getting aroused. The atmosphere in the suite seemed odd to me and I couldn’t get Winking Man neatly folding clothes out of my head. I went to the adjoining room where music played softly but here too, people had started to make out and fuck. I watched for a while, trying to get in the mood, but nothing I saw made me want to participate in the orgy. As I was considering leaving, a woman asked me if I wanted to join her and her husband. She was very polite about it and I must say that her body looked alluring in the dark purple lingerie set she wore, but her husband seemed too eager somehow.

‘You can watch if you like, that’s okay with us,’ he said. I declined respectfully and left.

Leyla was sucking the barman’s cock on all fours by now and seemed to offer her bare ass to anyone passing, so I didn’t disturb her with a goodbye.

Outside, it was raining, and I thought of getting an Uber, but I called Alexander instead. He picked up after two rings. We hadn’t spoken or seen each other in two months.

‘Where are you?’ he said.

‘Hello to you too.’

‘Everything okay?’

‘I was at a sex party but I got bored.’

‘Okay.’

‘You think you can arouse me?’

He paused. ‘Maybe you should call Nina.’

I was baffled and closed my eyes feeling queasy; I said nothing and waited for him to apologise.

‘Hello Cathy, how are you doing?’ he said. ‘How nice of you to call.’

Games. I was up for that.

‘I’m fine thanks. How are you?’

‘Good, I was just about to call you.’

‘Were you now?’

‘Yes. I wanted to apologise for being a dick.’

‘Okay.’

‘I should’ve called you when I was in Italy.’

‘Yes.’

‘I will not make excuses.’

‘A good reason would be nice though.’

‘We’re not in a relationship.’

‘You called it a platonic one, and even though it didn’t make any sense, does that mean no long-distance texts?’

‘I didn’t have a good reason except maybe being scared to suggest that there is some sort of relationship.’

The rain had drenched my hair and flimsy dress. I shivered as Alexander’s words, like the water drops from my wet strands, glided down my spine. I stepped into a portico to shelter.

‘Cathy?’ Alexander sounded scared alright. He wasn’t the only one. This was not going in the right direction. This was not the plan. The plan was to fuck myself numb at a sex party so I wouldn’t think about Alexander anymore. I hung up on him and opened the Uber app. As I waited for the driver to show up, I wondered if I should go back to the sex party at the hotel. But what I did was change my ride’s destination to Alexander’s address.

I jumped into his arms as soon as he opened the door. Kissing him after two months was like getting drunk. He helped me out of my wet clothes and ran a bath for me. He sat on the edge drinking a beer as I soaked in the hot water. He told me about the Salone del Mobile he’d gone to, which I now understood was a famous yearly design week in Milan. I felt stupid, because he had said something about it before he left, but at the time I had no idea what it was and he assumed I did. Being a design dealer, Alexander obviously went there every year to see the latest trends and upcoming designers.

‘You should come with me next year.’ He really meant it.

I was flustered by the hot water and didn’t want to cool off. I got out of the bath and let Alexander dry me, and he gently applied body lotion on my skin. The massage soothed me and when Alexander picked me up and carried me to bed, I thought to fall asleep as soon as my head rested on a pillow. But I watched him undress and when he bent over me for a kiss, I inhaled his scent and was wide awake. I hooked my legs over his lower back, urging him to get his cock close to my pussy. We fucked, but Alexander took it ever so slowly, slower than he ever had. It reminded me of Nina’s languid and seemingly endless cunnilingus, and remembering that sensation sent me off to a climax. I asked Alexander to come in my mouth and I savoured it like I relished kissing him again.

After such a joyous reunion, why did I ask about Nina? Because I’d come thinking about her tongue and lips on my clit? Probably.

But here’s why I’m back at my desk writing in my leather-bound diary instead of waking up next to Alexander in his bed: just before we fell asleep, I asked him how he knew about me and Nina and he said that she’d told him. So — stupid cunt that I am — I wanted to know how they knew each other and he told me Nina’s his sister. Kuhn is the name of her late husband, but her maiden name is Lehmann, like Alexander.

I ran. Ended up in another Uber trying to figure out why I felt dirty and abused. I couldn’t get hold of Leyla, so I called Daria. She’ll be here any minute.

I just shut off my phone because both of Them called me.

Fuck my life.

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