My name is James Vernet and I am the kind of person who cringes when he hears the term sex addict. What's wrong with this society? If you don't like sex and don't get laid regularly, they call you a prude. If you do it too often, they think you're promiscuous. Oh, well. I've stopped going by what society says a long time ago. I'm a twenty-nine-year-old Haitian man living in Boston, where I work as a lawyer. I've got my own place and I'm a bachelor. That's how I like it.
I see so many of my friends get married and I shake my head. My buddy Paul Doherty married Karen, this woman who was ten years his junior. Paul is an accountant and he's usually a sharp, no-nonsense guy. Yet he fell in love with this bitch and surely enough, they got married three months later. Another six months and I saw Paul walking out of divorce court. The gold-digger had taken him in for half of all he was worth. Poor bastard. He spent a decade building his wealth and now he had to hand a huge chunk of it over to this broad. Oh, well. At least he can't say that I didn't warn him.
A while ago, I saw a lot of signs posted around the city. Some people wanted to ban Gay Marriage. I sometimes smile when I recall what I did. I took a bottle of spray paint and painted over the three-letter word. Why not ban marriage in general? I'm a lawyer and let me tell you, divorce laws are biased against men. If you're a man and you're thinking about getting married, I have one phrase of advice for you. Don't do it. I don't care what you think you're getting. It's just not worth it. Take it from someone who is in the business.
Unfortunately, men everywhere continue to let themselves be talked into this marriage thing. Oh, well. At least I tried, huh? I like flying solo. It's the life is best enjoyed. I am a senior associate at a small law firm in downtown Boston. I make close to two hundred grand a year, after taxes. I live in a nice apartment in the Back Bay. I don't have a wife or girlfriend. If I feel like having some female company, I simply go for what I want. Plenty of good-looking women in the city wouldn't mind spending a night or two with a good-looking, educated, well-to-do single brother like myself. Know what I'm saying?
Yes, friends. The life of a bachelor is the best life there is. Oh, well. Where am I going with this? I do have a story to share with you. I think you're going to like it. It's a story worthy of me. It involves me and some people I hooked up one time. Now, I must warn you. The story involves a lot of sex and it certainly isn't politically correct, not that I give a damn about political correctness. I'm the kind of man who doesn't mind ruffling a few feathers and making a stir wherever he goes. That's just the kind of man I am.
I went to a bar one time and I saw this young woman there. She was by herself, sitting at a stool and drinking beer. I checked her out. I'd say she's around five-foot-ten, with black hair and brown eyes. Her skin was light bronze. A Latina, I would assume. Or perhaps a Greek woman. Either way, she was hot. I thought she was alone and got ready to make my move when all of a sudden, a man came and sat next to her. Judging by the way they acted toward each other, I'd say they were married or dating pretty seriously.
I looked at them both. The man was tall, and good-looking. His skin was very pale, almost bone-white. His eyes were a pale blue and his hair was a pale blond. He was good-looking and reminded me of a certain reporter for CN8. I noticed that they were both looking at me. I went over and introduced myself. They were surprisingly friendly, so I guessed they were from out of town. I learned their names. The man's name was Luke Abraham, and he was a Stock broker. His wife Juanita Suarez was a financial analyst. Both of them seemed like well-to-do people. I smiled at that.
We got to talking and it became clear to me what they wanted. Luke and Juanita were a couple of swingers and they were looking for another man to join them. Juanita told me that her husband was bisexual and was curious about sex with a black man. I was immediately interested. We left for a motel within the hour. Now, you might consider my conduct to be a bit risky but keep in mind that I am licensed to carry a gun and that I'm a crack shot, on top of being a pretty good street fighter. I could handle whatever got thrown at me. I wasn't about to pass up on this opportunity.
We went into the motel and got right down to business. I gathered that they had done this before. They got naked and I looked at them. Both of them were fit-looking and athletic. Juanita was pretty to look at, and curvy where it counted. She had nice breasts that looked full and didn't seem to need a bra for support. Also, she had a nice, plump ass. I couldn't wait to hit it. Luke was good-looking too. His body was lean and muscular, and he had a big dick. I licked my lips in anticipation. I couldn't wait to fuck those two.
