Sept 19th, 2023.
Oh boy. Where to begin with this one?
Actually, never mind. It's quite easy to start this one. I don't need to beat around the bush this time, and the context of this story is everywhere in the gossipy, "let's all pry into celebs' personal lives" news circles. Sophie Turner is getting a divorce. And, justifiably so, is handling the situation in her own way. Despite Sophie being a guest at the Lodge, and someone that I've come to know quite, ahem, intimately, I thought it best that I hang back and not make any presumptions about what was going on or what Sophie wanted.
But then, Sophie reached out to me.
I was aware of what was going on since my social media is all but focused on keeping up with the guests of the Lodge, so when Sophie did reach out to me I knew exactly what she was referring to. It was shortly after everything started, and all I got was one single text.
"Can you come to NY?"
That was all the information I needed. I was out like a shot, packing up and getting a flight out of LAX before lunchtime. Not to give myself too much credit, I didn't have anything else going on, so it was easy for me to drop everything and fly across the country. But even still, I decided to do so without any other indication as to what was going on. For all I knew, Sophie wanted my help throwing heavy shit out of the windows of her house. Which I would've excelled in. I'm very strong, and could send plenty of objects sailing in a dramatic arc to come crashing down on the street below.
Anyway. With the flight time and the time change, I arrived in NY towards the end of the day. Having arranged a hotel for myself en route, I ordered a car to take me there, and texted Sophie that I had arrived and where I was going. The text I received back was, in a word, blunt.
"Wait there."
So I did. That wasn't difficult. The hotel was very nice. It was actually the same one I had booked when I came to New York to stay over Christmas, which meant that it came with some very good memories. (see that series of stories if you didn't before). I got settled, ordered dinner to my room, got myself cleaned up, and was content to wait. It was later in the evening when I received another very short text.
"Room #?"
I answered, and received no further reply but took it to mean she was on her way. A short time later, a quiet series of taps on the door got me up off the couch and had me hurrying across the room. I didn't fully check the peephole as I closed in. I didn't feel the need to since I could see Sophie's tiny outline from just approaching the door. But, I wish I had, because the moment I opened the door I was struck in such a way that I should've prepared myself for it.
Standing next to Sophie in the hallway...was Taylor Swift.
Now, I will fully acknowledge that I had a momentary freakout at this point. I was all but over the concept of being "Starstruck" to the point that I hadn't met anyone that phased me in quite some time. But, this was Taylor Swift we were talking about. She's practically on another strata than many of the others that I had been with. Not only that, I had long ago written off the idea of her ever coming to the Lodge. It wasn't that she didn't seem the type, but it was more that I just couldn't see a scenario in which that happened. Plus, I was nervous about there being some drama that I was unaware of. Her walking in and encountering someone she had beef with that was too many layers of gossip down for me to keep up with.
Yet, here she was, smiling at me as she walked into the hotel room with Sophie. Before shutting the door, I took one more look out into the hallway. Empty. They hadn't been followed, which was my other concern for Taylor, just how tenacious the paparazzi were with her. Apparently Taylor's skills with dodging them after living in NY for so long had grown substantially. I turned around and watched both of them enter the room with a pair of confident strides that had me staring at both of their tall, slender, lithe bodies. I quietly locked the door so we wouldn't be disturbed.
Sophie turned around and shot me a knowing look, while Taylor continued into the sitting area of the hotel room. Taylor removed her coat and tossed it aside, revealing a red dress that ended halfway down her thighs. Sophie was wearing gray pants, and a gray top that was showing basically all her midriff. She raised a hand and beckoned me over to where they were, while Taylor sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace. I walked over as Sophie kicked off her shoes and began to circle around the couch, while Taylor sat back on the couch, unzipped her boots, and then pulled them off. Once they were gone, Taylor pulled her long, fit legs onto the couch and tucked them underneath herself as she leaned on the armrest.
I came around the other side, but simply stood there for a moment as I wasn't sure what the next move was. I wasn't going to just up and sit by Taylor, I hadn't even spoken a word to her yet. Waiting for Sophie seemed the better choice. But then, when she looped around the couch from the other way, Sophie put her hand to my chest, and pushed me back. I stepped back until my legs hit the couch, at which point I sat down on the other end from Taylor. Without a word, Sophie climbed on top of me one leg at a time, grabbed my face with both hands, and shifted her entire body down. Her lips planted on mine, and her hips slid down until she was grinding against my cock. Taylor watched as a smirk formed on her mouth.
Here's where I'm going to back up, and relay the story up to this point for Sophie and Taylor's chain of events. Because after the events of the evening wrapped up, I just had to ask Sophie what the hell had happened, specifically with Taylor.
As one can surmise from the actual paparazzi pics of them being seen together, Sophie met up with Taylor for dinner that night. Where that came from was Taylor reaching out to Sophie, seemingly out of the blue, under the guise of requisite sympathy for the situation. Taylor and her "Girl Squad" being synonymous with that kind of support, Sophie was given an outlet to fully let loose about the situation. Taylor listened with an open ear, and a fully supportive response (which I won't get into the details of, not relevant, suffice it to say Taylor is a powerful ally). From what I could tell, Sophie found the meeting cathartic, which emboldened her to do what she did next.
It was after they had left, when Sophie was starting to feel better about the situation, that they began talking again. Sophie told me they were driving away from the restaurant, just the two of them fully secluded in the back of the car Taylor had hired. Taylor asked Sophie where she wanted to be taken, and Sophie gave my hotel as her destination.
"Is that where you're staying at the moment?" Taylor asked.
"No," Sophie said with a certain determination in her voice that piqued Taylor's interest.
"So what are you going to do?" Taylor asked, holding back the obvious subtext in the question.
"I'm going to go get fucked really, really hard," Sophie said without hesitation.
Taylor guffawed at the response.
"Uhhh, that. Is. Awesome," Taylor said with a huge grin on her face.
"Yeah. A friend of mine is in town, and I'm going to have him bend me over until my legs give out."
