Working Girl

Iron Man was back in New York, The Firefighter was emailing me out of the blue and The Director was sending scandalous texts. All the while I fantasized about my next meeting with The Business Man. What next, The Editor was going to crawl out of rehab? Ahh-hem, I mean, the woodwork?

My phone was blowing up, handsome, sexy, stylish men all eager to please. Even with all my options, The Business Man was the only one I cared to hear from. It’s rare to find a man that ‘gets’ you and still fully wants you; I had found one and now he was all I could think about.

My fantasies were running wild and my real life was eager to catch up. I’d imagine us lying in bed facing each other, our bodies pressed together. He would have his hands on my hips, moving them over my ass, pulling me closer so I could feel how excited he was. Our lips would touch and we’d kiss slowly savoring every second until we couldn’t take it another minute.

The Business Man would push me onto my back and force my legs apart, pushing himself inside me. Moaning uncontrollably, I would dig my nails into his shoulders, begging him to take me harder. We’d tease each other until we both let go and devoured one another. Breathless and exhausted we’d lay in bed until we couldn’t stand the thought of not fucking again.

The vibration from my Blackberry snapped me back to reality. In bed alone, I read his message which put a smile on my lips; The Business Man was not only scoring points as my leading fantasy man but his messages made me want him even more.

Putting my phone down I let out a sigh, exhausted from allowing my mind to run wild.With just a second before my morning conference call I had just enough time to catch my breath and dial in. The dial tone clicked in and it was hard not to laugh to myself; if only the people on the other line knew what I had been up to in preparation for the call.

Not exactly the due diligence they probably had in mind.

Tip of The Week: The Guy is a total BONER

It's most unpleasant to be in a situations where The Guy is complaining (read: mentions it at all) that condoms are expensive. Never having a problem handling this myself, I realized that other women do; hence my new Monday endeavor, "Tip of The Week".

If The Guy mentions the cost of condoms, I tend to look overly annoyed and say, "I'm sorry, I thought you liked that we had lots of sex... Besides, child support costs way more than that." 

At this point, unless the sex is really fantastic I would usually get up and walk away. If the sex is really amazing, I'd consider taking him one last time before abandoning ship.

GUEST BLOGGER - DESIREE

"As most of you know, I am not the only woman who thinks about sex like I do. In fact if you are a women and reading this right now, you probably relate to my stories and adventures in one way or another. Every now and again I am going to be turning over the reins to a guest blogger and today is the first. Let's Call her Desiree. " - Chloe Is My Alias

Filled with Desire
Edited by Chloe Is My Alias 

I don't believe in dating, especially the online kind. That being said, for me Facebook is a whole different story.

He was handsome enough to the point I really thought he could be gay, so when he asked to meet for a drink to discuss business there was no reason to say no, even if the whole thing was via instant messenger on Facebook. We met two days later at my favorite LES bar.

The place was mobbed as usual and I headed for the bar. Dressed all in black, a leather jacket and leather boots; I could have passed for having my bike parked outside.

Leaning against the bar I let him admire the way my dark jeans made my ass look even more round and perfect; he recognized me right away and called out my name. I glanced to my left; he was sitting, dressed in motorbike gear too. Let’s call him BFE.

It took one drink and 20 minutes to know that we had to have each other, right there, right then.

We left the bar; I had an event and as neither of us had any intention on going home alone, I asked him to join me. We kissed feverishly at the corner of the street; BFE grabbed my hair and pulled hard. I could feel how badly he wanted me.

At the event we tucked ourselves into a dark corner. Standing in the shadow I ran my leg up and down the inside of his, just barely grazing the edge of his crotch. I dug my tongue deep into his throat and could feel him grow even bigger.

He had me wild; my heart was pounding and I was feeling hot. I had to have him, right now.

Grabbing his hand I led him through the exit, the cold spring air hit us hard, but nothing could cool us off. Around the corner he pushed me into the entranceway of an old building.

Unzipping his pants BFE then pushed me down on him. He was even bigger than I had thought and with every lick and suck he grew even more. The way he tasted, I couldn’t get enough of him. 

Just as he was ready to explode deep into my throat, we heard someone coming down the stairs. BFE grabbed me by my throat and with his strong hand pulled me up off the ground. Pinned between him and the wall we starred deep into each other’s eyes. Without so much as a word I left.  A taxi had pulled around the corner and I jumped in, leaving him there in the dark corner full of unsatisfied desire.

My breath was heavy in the car ride home; I could only imagine what was going to happen when I saw him next. 

Business with Pleasure

Every so often you’ll meet someone and there is this unspoken understanding that you both want each other; nothing is going to come between you and ripping your clothes off. 

We sat across from each other on the back patio at The Bowery Hotel discussing business; he was the key piece to getting this charity project to the next level and I wasn’t taking no for an answer. Let's call him The Business Man.

There was something about the way he looked at me when I spoke that turned me on like nothing else; it make me want to lean across the table, slide my hands up his thighs and kiss him. It took every ounce of will power not to slide my tongue through his lips, grazing my teeth over his tongue; kissing him so deeply. 

I was aching to feel his hands pulling me closer, touching my hair, my legs and my waist. His hands looked amazing; I wanted them all over me, I wanted his fingers pushing inside me. I wanted him to bring me over the edge right then and there.

His voice snapped me back to reality; he was agreeing to take on the project. We clinked our glasses and I took an extra long sip, eyeing him over the top of my flute. I couldn’t help myself; I had to have him.

“Now that we have the business out of the way, would it be terrible if I kissed you right now?” The Business Man grinned and motioned me to come closer.

I couldn’t wait see if his kiss was as delicious as I had imagined and if his hands were as good.

A Preview of Next Week...

For most people summer is a time where they let go of their cares, inhibitions and worries; it’s a free for all fuck-fest that usually ends when the first cold breeze sweeps across our fair city post Labor Day weekend. For me this summer was anything but and I found myself sticking with the tried and true; The Photographer, as well as that brief stint with Dating Guy… which was only for a hot second and let’s be honest, it wasn’t that hot. 

The point? I was in need of living it up again; letting go of the worries The Editor had caused me all July and August. There was a secret new man I had my eye on and it was my intention to have my way with him, but not before The Photographer and I finally had the threesome we had desired all summer...

Stay-tuned next week to see how ends. 

Painful Pleasure

Fucking is for fucking’s sake. 

                     - Northrop Frye

His hands were holding me down, gripping my wrists so tightly that the tips of my fingers began to pulse. “Harder,” I begged for more.

He pushed deeper inside me and tightened his grip. I loved when it hurt a bit; the good hurt, like when you get a massage and it’s painful in the best way. We’ve been fucking for more than two years and The Photographer knew exactly what to do to make me scream with pleasure.

Pushing him off me, I straddled his hips and lowered my self down half way, teasing him mercilessly. I love putting him through agony and ecstasy at the same time, making him ache to feel all of me; pull at my hips and groan in anticipation. 

Placing his hand around my neck I demand that he hold tightly and he does. Squeezing each breath shorter and shorter until my head gets light, above all other things turns me on most and I have no idea why. There is something sexy about having the air squeezed from your body by someone while they are deep inside you.

The Photographer spanked my ass hard and I tried to scream but with his hands gripping my neck so tightly it was nearly impossible. I was so close to letting go, but didn’t want to cum yet.

I glanced up and grinned, “You can take me any way you like.”

But first I wanted to taste him, every inch of him. Going down on him gets me turned on. Feeling him harden more with every lick, every touch and my warm breath makes me want to suck harder and push him deeper into my throat until I can barely handle it.

We take each other until he pushes me off. He gets so turned on by our sex that he has to stop as not to cum; and when he eventually does he stays rock hard, physically ready to go again, mentally preparing to head home to the real world where he lays in bed dreaming of sex rather than having it.

I lay on my back and he takes the red toy in hand. Covering it in lube he slides it into my ass, then slides himself inside me again. The pressure of double penetration is intense but I love it. He slides the toy in and out of me and it sends waves of pleasure throughout my body.

The Photographer is obsessed with the idea of fucking my ass; we’d done it once before, but he is so hard that the past few times we tried it has been much too painful and NOT in the good kind of way.

He had warmed me up with the toy and now I was ready for him...

Chloe Does New York Fashion Week:

ALEXANDER WANG

Asymmetry to a whole new level; adore. White, sheer, splashes of metallic, the collection was a lighter version of traditional athletic-wear. It was revealing in a sexy understated way through sheer fabrics and unique and unexpected cutouts. Wang, we heart you.

ALTUZURA

Love the boob trend going on, love the asymmetry, not into the fit. Clothes should always fit the models; if it doesn’t fit a model, it sure isn’t going to fit a real person!

CYNTHIA ROWLEY

For me it was all about the wide silk trouser and the sheer ‘sweaters’, nothing revolutionary but a delicate elegance non-the-less.

EDUN

Snakeskin print is one of the most difficult prints to execute and this sustainable label cracked it out in an impressive way. Shown as an asymmetrical leather skirt and shorts romper which I fell in love with, as well as less impressively a long flowing day dress. I cannot say that the styling was my favorite; however there were other stand out pieces such as a sleeveless trench coat and a metallic round shoulder, boxy fit blazer, which I would be quite happy to own.

JASON WU

Very Oscar-esque and beautiful, sheer tops paired with everything. The turbans took me back to Prada circa 2007 but did add a wonderful splash of color to an otherwise neutral pallet. 

JUAN CARLOS OBANDO

Silk 1950’s inspired dresses with full skirts, cut far too many inches above the knee to ever be worn in the 1950’s, were shown in the most beautiful tie-dyed colors; sky blue twisted with pink, stormy gray woven through lavender and leafy green mixed with forest green. The structured silk taffeta was shown as a structured evening blazer paired with a long flowing chiffon skirt. The cutout trend was carried out in a major way on dresses, skirts and pants. A favorite look was a black long sleeve cutout shirt, paired with silver silk flared trousers. Very 1960’s and very chic.

OHNE TITEL

Loved the soft flowing silk paired with hard stiff leather details. The athletic inspired collection was still very much feminine, but the stronger more kick-ass kind. The leather came in forms of pockets, bodices and bodysuits. The lip was orange, a big spring trend on many of the runways; although it seemed to make even more sense here as the color pallet featured its complimentary color, indigo. After seeing the collection you can’t help but want to ‘be that girl’. 

ORGANIC

The butter suit has to be a favorite look for the season. Loved the color pallet, neutrals with the right amount of juxtaposing color. Sheer hidden-button, sleeveless blouses were an important piece that can definitely be worn on and off the runway with ease. The coats and jackets were particularly beautiful and wearable. The stone anorak, linen trench and silk double-breasted blazer are my personal favorites; I intend to own all three by the time next summer rolls around. **Note the shoes by Dieppa Restrepo, they are amazing. 

PHILOSOPHY

The collection was undoubtedly beautiful. When it came to the trend, truth be told I get it; no need to beat me over the head with it. The pattern design was unbelievable; the way each piece was cut to maximize the beauty of the fabrication is something only the most talented design team could pull off. The painted straw hats were also a favorite item for me, I have been dying over it since my trip to Hong Kong last year. The one question that was left unanswered? What on earth was that trench coat doing in the show? Talk about ‘Cheese stands alone!’

PRABAL GURUNG

Color. Asymmetry. Cutouts. The silhouette was all about the new length, mid-calf. Backless and cutout-back eveningwear in bright colors stole the show. Loved the hair and makeup, thick white eyeliner paired with a dusty white shadow applied on and below the eye created a balanced look to the color pallet. Ponytails with leather detail made it modern and touched on the dominatrix-y trend seen in many shows.

RAG & BONE

Ob-fucking-sessed. Where to begin… Metallic. And not just in the details, but tops, pants and skirts. This space-aged looking fabric was finished with soft girly details. A lingerie trend seemed to take over the show, but not in the traditional way; this time sporty-dominatrix-esque pieces could be seen under blazers, over dresses and peaking out from beneath sheer shorts and skirts. The backpack made a return appearance and fit in perfectly with the sport inspired lingerie straps. The shorts were short, the skirt long, and everything beautiful. Orange played an important role along side the otherwise neutral and metallic pallet.

SUNO

A huge trend popping up this season is a the super short, shorts suit. Suno put their expert pattern-mixing twist on it, as usual and showed it on one of my favorite models this season, Mariana. Delicate raw edged lace shorts and a tiered floor length cotton dress were shown with piles and piles of Lizzie Fortunato’s jewels. I’ve already placed my jewelry order, now I know what I will be wearing it with! 

VENA CAVA

Adored the orange lips and turban-esque headbands; after all, orange is my power color. The double necklines on the flowing dresses seemed to be on point with the cutout trend. The stone colored shorts romper was a standout favorite piece.        

     

How Do You Want Me?

There are two kinds of men, those that love sex and those that like it. I for one am always taken aback when a man truly does not love sex. I guess that is my stereotypical point of view being shocked and awed; and not in anyway that I like.

Luckily for me the only shocking The Photographer does is in the sexual variety and it always makes me say, “Ahh.”

It had been over a month since I saw him last. Between his travel and my working there had been zero time for our affairs; needless to say we were both aching to get our hands on one another.

The door had buzzed twice while I slid the champagne colored Agent Provocateur thigh high stocking up and over my knee. I stepped into my new Acne black leather pumps and buzzed The Photographer upstairs. I had spent the morning by the pool and planned on spending the afternoon having him explore every inch of my body.

Pushing me against the exposed brick wall of my apartment The Photographer tried to kiss me. I turned my cheek, tilting my head back and parting my lips with a slight grin. He was dying to kiss me and feel the wet of my tongue pushed up against his; I wanted to make him work for it. 

His hands held onto the smallest part of my waist in a firm grip, his hips pushed into mine. The Photographer kissed my neck while pulling me even closer towards him. My legs shook with pleasure as  he began to work me with his finger tips. Pushing me down onto the bed, he removed his jeans. 

He was hard and eager to take all of me... I knew what The Photographer wanted and this time I was going to give it to him.