No strings attached... yet (closed)

Asa

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Katia Monroe

She may have had to share the kids with her ex husband which keeps him in her life for SO very much longer than she would have liked but at least when he copped an attitude with the judge She did get the house and half his money. Which afforded her to go back into modeling and hiring a very talented and highly envied personal assistant and agent. Which found her in a pleasurable relationship where neither were tied down by the other... no... Love just good friends riding the hell out of each other when they needed it or just wanted it... permanent booty call if you will.

She sat back by the pool looking over the various offered photo shoots an debating where she wanted to next... The Islands... The Desert... Out west... Where oh where to go? She ran her fingers through her long sandy brown hair as she thought about where to go. Her mind however kept slipping back to the other night in the candlelight... satin... wine and her booty call in one of the most sensual passionate nights of her life. She closed her eyes smiling still feeling his lips on her lips and her breasts. So much pleasure with no need for any commitment... not that she would be willing to commit to anyone after her rocky marriage and insane divorce, and she knew he wouldn't either.

So it was perfect... so very... very perfect she thought as she looked at the phone knowing his other half would be leaving for work soon.
 
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Keith Washington

He was thinking how this all started with her. He recently left the military and enjoyed working as a personal assistant to generals and was very good at his job. At least that is what his boss's all said. But in the civilian world it is a lot more unforgiving being a personal assistant. He was scared on how he would handle working for someone that was not in the military. He figured there is a lot of jobs out in California really the Los Angeles area cause he knew it would be easier for him to become a personal assistant for someone that had free time on their hands and not always bogged down going from one job to another. He was surprised that his other half followed him out here. Jenny is her name and she and he shared some good times but didn't think she would leave her nice paying job for him. She works as a secretary in a prestigious law firm here in Los Angeles. When he first went to the interview he didn't really know what to expect. But he did tell her that he would ensure that she would never be late or don't know what is coming up. He also promised to ensure that she were taken care of in anyway He could help. He noticed a slight twinkle in her eyes when he said the last part like it sent a thought through her head.

He turned over in bed and heard the door close behind Jenny. He got up and checked his phone to see if any thing from his boss was there. Nothing so that gives him a few extra minutes to enjoy a nice soak in the bathtub. As he turned off the water and let his body slide into the water he was thinking of a couple of things that he had to make sure to get done today. But his mind thought how the other night was just what it was. Two people who needed to enjoy the pleasure of each other and to help release it with no questions asked or demands. He also knew and understood that they didn't need any kind of commitment to each other.

As his hand started to wander a bit he heard the phone ringing.
 
You're late... let's me guess... acting like you wear still asleep till she left so you would not have to what 've more grief about our upcoming travels?

She laid there her thoughts dancing over past and future especially with the three photo shoots. The software smile on her lips slithered through her voice.

Janie finally sent me the information about the three photoshoots I have to choose from. Other than that another Infuriating talk with my ex you can imagine.
 
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