It’s true that I have felt like I might be in love with Keir, though never allowed myself to give even the smallest of space in my head to even consider this. I told myself this had to be the result of the dozens of mood-altering orgasms I’d received at the hand of the man.And tongue. And penis.
I’d even thought about mentioning the idea to one or two of the girls on set last week. After all, if orgasms could be connected to mood, then adult entertainers must be the happiest people in the world! But then we’d had a couple of off days. Shots that weren’t a breeze to film. Bodily parts that required buckets of lube. Sort of stop-start,ow-he-jizzed-in-my-eyekinds of days where it became more than apparent that not every porn star had fun, or even orgasms, during their work day.
Anyway, it all became a bit of a moot point following the weekend.
But I’m trying not to get too carried away. Too ahead of myself. That’s not to say I’m not hopeful that our tentative relationship won’t blossom into something deeper.
Because I want it to. Because I definitely feel those first flutterings of l... No, I’m not going to go there. Even if I feel it might be possible that Keir feels the same.
As my phone begins to vibrate against my thigh, I slow down, pulling it out from my pocket.
‘Oh, thank God,’ I mutter. An excuse to stop.
‘Hello?’
‘Is someone chasing you?’ Chastity’s cut-glass accent enquires.
‘No. Why?’ I hold my hand to my chest as I try to get my breath.
‘Why on earth are you running?’ she asks as though genuinely perplexed.
‘Because it seemed like a nice day for a run.’
‘Yes, you looked like you were having fun as you passed. Personally, if I’m going to make my hair stand on end, get sweaty, and need Chanel mattifying paper for my red shiny face, there had better be an orgasm at the end of it.’
‘Where are you?’ I look around, answering my own question as I spot her in the garden of a café I just passed.
‘I’m sitting in a beautiful patch of sunshine, soaking up its rays like a cat, while drinking tea and eatingcake.’
‘You had me at cake,’ I answer, making my way to her. Walking, not jogging. And before I can even say so, she says it for me.
‘Chocolate, not fruit.’
‘That’s why I love you.’
‘I ordered you an extra-large piece with cream, seeing as how you will have burned thousands of calories.’
‘Hardly,’ I say, sliding out a green painted chair from under the table. As I sit, the cold metal chills my butt. ‘I think I’ve been running for under ten minutes.’
‘But think of all the sex calories you’ve burned recently.’
‘Sex calories?’
‘Yes, I think there’s an online calculator. At least, Tianka seemed to think so. She uses it a little bit like a FitBit for work.’’
‘I’m not so interested in calories. Just taking care of myself. I’ve got an interview.Wild Womenon BBC.’
‘That’s the midmorning chat show, isn’t it?’
‘Yep. No four a.m. starts for me if I get it.’
‘When, not if. Congratulations, sweets! Someone to take care of you in the bedroom departmentanda job interview! When are you seeing Keir next?’
‘Wednesday. I’ve been invited to dinner with his daughter.’
‘His daughter?’ Her eyebrows are in her hairline as she bites back a smile.
‘Yep, and he’s mentioned having me meet his friends, too.’
