Ok ok, so some of y'all know me and some of u don't, but if u do know me you know I party like I have daddy issues and I'm not shy about exposing my sex life, so let me share with you one of my steamiest most forbidden sexual encounters.
We will call him Aldus
I met Aldus at Teddy's a lounge inside the Roosevelt hotel. This was right before his movie came out that made him a star. I had no idea he was a famous actor until my friend Aren, who had seen a private screening of the movie pulled me aside and said "HOW do you know him?" I replied that I didn't and he said "well keep talking to him." Now I'm usually not attracted to white men but white boys with English accents in leather pants with longish crazy hair make me weak in the knees. He invited me with him and his "mates" after the club to go back to his house in the hills to "party". Due to the fact I am drug free it sounded very unappealing, watching 4 English men snort coke and try and get me naked. So I passed on going with them and took his number instead.
Much to my surprise Aldus called me the next morning, I was busy and didn't get around to calling back and I receive 3 texts and a voicemail before I got around to calling. I should have known this guy was a freak from him stalking my phone but he was so cute and interesting I had to see what he was about.
I agreed to meet him two days later at the Chateau on a Sunday night. The Chateau is a posh hotel on the Sunset Strip and is pretty hard to get into, he had reserved a table in the garden, which is in my opinion one of the most beautiful and elite places you can go in LA. We sat and drank white wine and dined on oysters and scallions. He seemed to be normal and was very funny and smart, he talked about how much he loved his "mum" and how he had just finished a book about his life and his addictions our conversation went on for hours as did the bottles of wine. Being tipsy and giddy and actually liking this guy I agreed to go back with him to his house he had recently purchased in the hills, he seemed very excited about showing it off, I made it very clear that I was only coming for a bit to look at the house and to check out his vintage Beatles collection.
We arrived at his house just behind the Chateau, it was absolutely BEAUTIFUL! The view was amazing the furnishings were big thick wood vintage pieces, he had a full zebra rug on the floor and the walls were adorned with vintage rock art work, he did however have a stripper pole in the middle of the living room and some expensive looking sex toys laying around, I didn't think much of this because he had just become famous and probably threw some wild Hollywood after parties. Then he popped open a bottle of champagne and poured 2 glasses, already tipsy I took the drink and we picked up our conversation right where we had left off. He kept complimenting my louboutins and how sexy he thought they were which for some reason made me feel weird. I started to fidget with my phone and I think he could tell I was getting nervous, so he got up and put my favorite Beatles song " Blackbird" from the White Album on the record player and did a kiddish curtsied and put his hand out for me to take it for a slow dance. I got up and we "waltzed" around the living room laughing and giggling and acting like little kids then we started kissing, Aldus is a very manly man, even though you wouldn't be able to tell by how tight his pants are and was a bit aggressive, which I like, by this time I was totally into it, I gave up and it was about to go down.
This is when it got weird, he ripped off his shirt like he was the incredible hulk, his buttons flew everywhere, he then went full sprint to the stripper pole and did a full spin around it while shimmying off his tight leather pants, once in his little briefs he did a Tom Cruise Risky Business slide across the floor and threw me over his shoulder and proceeds to run up the spiral staircase while making Tarzan noises.
Once in his room he turned on a jungle themed music soundtrack or something fucking weird pulled off my dress and insisted I keep my heels on.
The sex was MIND BLOWING! goodness gracious, He kept calling me " Lord Jenna" and telling me my uh hmm was so beautiful. It was loud and ratchet, exciting and passionate
This went on for hours, I even think at one point he swung from the chandeler that hung over his bed, we fell asleep around day break. When I woke up he was gone, but there was a note taped to my back, yes my back that said " I had to be on set, I didn't want to wake you have some tea with my mum and meet me at my trailer mid afternoon". I got up but on my dress from the night before tried to tame my weave that was now half pulled out and snuck by his elderly mother whom was having tea in the kitchen before she could turn around and see the mess I was.
I met him that afternoon for lunch and at his trailer, then again that night for dinner and another sleepover and this routine went on for about 6weeks our chemistry and our attraction to each other was like 2 magnets but then I started to realize that this dude was actually addicted to sex it was all we did we hardly talked or laughed anymore the dinners and movie dates got farther and further in between we weren't sweet and loving, I didn't get morning notes anymore and it almost was a chore, it stopped getting exciting.
He had asked me to come to London with him because he had to do a radio show and some appearances and would be there for 2months, at 1st I was excited but then I got to thinking about it and realized this relationship was based on nothing but sex there was no substance no love, we obviously cared for one another and I considered him one of my best friends but I decided not to go, after he left he told me he was so addicted to having sex that he would be sleeping with other people while he was there due to the fact I had refused to go. I told him I was ok with it but in the time we spent apart we grew apart and he ended up staying for 6months. We he returned to the states I went to NYC to visit him and it just wasn't the same, we decided to part ways and be friends which didn't work out because he recently got married.
At the end of the day I walked away from that relationship with a full heart, a smile on my face, a crazy story, a great friend, good times and great memories everything a relationship is supposed to be if only he wasn't so damn horny maybe I would have been his bride in India ;)
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