André Anthony Moore, LMFT

Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist (New York State License: 001435)

Ketamine and Psychedelic Assisted Therapist certified by The Integrative Psychiatry Institute

Practitioner of Eye Movement, Desensitization and Reprocessing (EMDR)

Use Nonverbal Sensorimotor Techniques to deepen Emotionally Focused Therapy

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Just another hookup or will she see him again?

 

Adrianna was in no mood for reflection as she sat in the conference room in her borderline sexy Max Mara dress. She was pissed. Pissed at her boss who’d just given her an impossible deadline, pissed at her father and, above all, pissed at her know it all shrink who was convinced he could help her overcome her fear of intimacy. Now this nerd from IT was late for his PowerPoint presentation. She expected a pudgy look how cool I am geek from an Intel commercial. What she got was a tall, graceful guy in a jet black Armani shirt that clung to his well defined bi’s and tri’s. Adrianna split during his presentation. Half of her took in the slides on the recent changes in her company’s M.I.S. The other half methodically appraised possibilities. The Standard overlooking the High Line was too romantic. The Greenwich with its Shibui Spa was too public. The Bowery somewhat secluded with 24/7 room service was perfect, for intense highly focused fucking.

It amused her to suck the thin ribbons of pappardelle off her fork in the Bowery restaurant as he watched. His eyes moved hungrily from her face to her breasts. She slipped off her shoe and pressed her toe firmly against his crotch. He’d have fucked her in the elevator if she’d let him. “Fifty Shades of Gray in your dreams,” she said laughing as she pushed him backward and bit his lip. Then she fell to her knees and sucked him till he almost came. They yanked off each others clothes in the bedroom. She wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her to the bed. He plunged into her and she let out a deep feral moan as she came. “Now eat me. Eat me till I scream,” she ordered. He buried his face between her legs and sucked and swallowed as much of her as he could get. “You like chili peppers,” she said laughing as she scissor gripped his head. Then she pushed him off her and 69’d him back on top. “Eat me, eat me again,” she pleaded as she cupped his balls and sucked his delicious cock. She sucked and sucked and gobbled him up as he exploded, lost inside her.

“There are 22 nerves in the vagina,” she said smugly as they rested.

“Actually, according to the Padmashri in the Kamasutra there are 24,” he said, “and they all end in the clitoris.” He spread her legs and gently sucked and glided his tongue over her clitoris. “Do you feel them?” She moaned softly as she came. “Now close your eyes and breath deeply,” he ordered.

“Yes,” she whispered, thrilled by how easy it was to give into him, and fell into a deep, delicious sleep with his head between her legs.

 

She awoke with a start and looked at her cell phone. It was three in the morning. Her first thought was of Samantha but she knew she was safe with Sam. Before she could sneak out of bed, he took her in his arms.

“Good morning,” he said. “We haven’t been properly introduced.”

“I know your name,” she answered and tried to push him away but he kept hold of her.

“I don’t believe you,” he said.

“Charles, no Roger…okay I don’t know your name.”

“It’s Archie” he said.

“Sure, and I’m Edith,” she wisecracked.

“I would stifle your mouth,” he said smiling and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

“That’s Benedict, not Archie.”

“Very good,” he said laughing and kissed her again. “My name is Nicholas and I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.” He held out his hand and she took it shyly.

“So tell me about the other hook ups you’ve had here.”

“It would take all day.”

“I had one here, last Christmas,” he said. “I was at a party. I’d been working all weekend. I had a very bad cold and drank too much. When we got here I was totally down and she undressed me and put me to bed. Then she read me a poem from her iphone until I fell asleep.”

“Do you remember the poem?”

“It was about a guy who thought he was superman. His girlfriend sneaks a drop of kryptonite under his armpit and he collapses. ‘Just like a regular guy,’ she tells him totally relieved. Then she sticks her hand down his pants and has her way with him.” Adrianna laughed, reached for Nick’s penis and squeezed it gently. “Still recovering,” he said smiling. “Actually, it wasn’t just a hook up. She was here on a project for Google and we lived together for three months.”

“What happened?”

“She hated New York and couldn’t wait to get back to Mountain View. I love it here and I’ll never leave. She wanted us to try a long distance relationship but I told her it wouldn’t work.”

“Of course, not enough sex.”

“Well yes but that wasn’t the deal breaker. It was the everyday stuff. Waking up together; hanging out in the evenings and on weekends; walking the labs, I have two Labradors. Every morning we’d take them to the dog walk and watch them play with the other dogs. Sometimes the transsexuals would greet us coming off the third shift.” Adrianna burst out laughing. “They’re a warm, friendly bunch,” he said.

“Do you miss her?”

“Sometimes. It’s painful. But somehow I feel bigger than I was, before I met her.”

“What do you mean?”

“I look at things differently. I mean, now don’t laugh at me, the world doesn’t feel as unfriendly to me as it felt before.”

Adrianna looked at him intently. “I’m not laughing. I haven’t really had many hook ups. I had one a long time ago in school. I got involved with him. Then I got pregnant. Once he beat me up, badly. I have a three year old daughter.”

“What does she look like?”

Adrianna grew suddenly tense. “I don’t know you well enough,” she answered and jumped out of bed.

“I’ll walk you home,” Nick said as she hurriedly slipped on her dress.

“It’s probably out of your way.”

“Where do you live?”

“In Tribeca.”

“I know a great restaurant in Tribeca, on Watts Street. It’s run by these three crazy French-Jewish-Egyptian brothers who were made crazy by their French-Jewish-Egyptian mother.”

Adrianna laughed. “I know that joint. It’s got a great wine bar.”

They stopped at the entrance to her building and Nick asked her for her cell phone. He typed in his email address and cell number, then kissed her slowly on the lips.

“Will you call me?”

“What do you think?”

“Probably not,” he said.

 

What do you think?

 

 

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