Another Blonde Moment
- By Tracy Ames
- Published November 8, 2010
Tracy Ames
My name is Tracy Ames. I’m an author of interracial erotic fiction. My stories are a sensual feast for your senses; mind, body and soul.
I began writing short stories for monthly newsletters and, believe it or not, my friends. After much encouragement, I’m ready to offer you a taste of what only a few have previously savored.
A native of the San Francisco Bay area, I currently split time between Greenwich CT & New York City with my husband, young daughter and a host of pets.
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Have you ever been half way through a professional conversation then realize the person you’re talking to is:
A. Nuts
B. Hitting on you
C. Getting a stiffy
D. All of the above
That’s where I found myself earlier. A friend referred me to her photographer pal. Cool, I thought. I went to his site and read his bio. I was impressed! His cliental list read like a who’s-who publication and his work was brilliant. Anyway, the guy and I connected—had a nice chat, nothing big. Then the conversation took a turn for the weird.
Let the record reflect! I’m a little slow when it comes to these things! Recall the FB post?
I couldn’t figure out how seeing his ‘other’* work was relevant to our conversation. He kept suggesting I view the pictures…and I struggled to grasp what he was talking about. You see, until then he seemed perfectly sane; nothing in his manner forewarned of the nastiness which lurked. There were no outward perv signs.
You know the slime-ball smell—that pungent bouquet of fossilized sperm, damp basement, and Drakkar? That’s the slime-ball smell. But he didn’t reek!
In the end I cut him loose and blocked his ass. His images were sooooo beautiful! Asshole.
* By ‘other’ work I mean his pecker. I didn’t want to see it in a house, with a mouse, with a fox, nor in a box. I didn’t want to see it here nor there, I didn’t want to see it anywhere!!
A. Nuts
B. Hitting on you
C. Getting a stiffy
D. All of the above
That’s where I found myself earlier. A friend referred me to her photographer pal. Cool, I thought. I went to his site and read his bio. I was impressed! His cliental list read like a who’s-who publication and his work was brilliant. Anyway, the guy and I connected—had a nice chat, nothing big. Then the conversation took a turn for the weird.
Let the record reflect! I’m a little slow when it comes to these things! Recall the FB post?
I couldn’t figure out how seeing his ‘other’* work was relevant to our conversation. He kept suggesting I view the pictures…and I struggled to grasp what he was talking about. You see, until then he seemed perfectly sane; nothing in his manner forewarned of the nastiness which lurked. There were no outward perv signs.
You know the slime-ball smell—that pungent bouquet of fossilized sperm, damp basement, and Drakkar? That’s the slime-ball smell. But he didn’t reek!
In the end I cut him loose and blocked his ass. His images were sooooo beautiful! Asshole.
* By ‘other’ work I mean his pecker. I didn’t want to see it in a house, with a mouse, with a fox, nor in a box. I didn’t want to see it here nor there, I didn’t want to see it anywhere!!
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9 Responses to "Another Blonde Moment"
said this on 08 Nov 2010 9:11:19 AM CST
*smh* I suspected you still weren't getting sufficient sleep. I warned you about the "blonde" thing a couple of days ago.
AMES HOUSEHOLD: Hide your kitchen appliances NOW! |
said this on 08 Nov 2010 5:22:28 PM CST
I took the day off...no kidding, BC and I slept all day. Oh yeah! I forgot you were on the phone the other day when Greg shooed me away from the coffee maker. That wasn't my fault! Okay, it was but still.
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said this on 08 Nov 2010 1:24:38 PM CST
LMFAO! Hold on! Hold on...what did you say? Matter of fact what did your friend say when you told her. I mean come on did he expect you to be impressed? What was your husbands reaction?
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said this on 08 Nov 2010 5:30:55 PM CST
My friend was so ashamed but what could she do? She knew that didn't blame her, I let it go, really. Greg did a mini rant but he was too tired to snap 50Mil style, lol!
I don't think he expected me to reject him. People like him have a false sense on importance. His work is outstanding! I'll never deny that. But that "My shit doesn't stink" attitude will get you kicked out of my house 100% of the time. |
said this on 08 Nov 2010 6:49:27 PM CST
OMG! What a nutcase! Your poor friend must feel so bad. But like you said it wasn't her fault. I'm sure she wasn't aware he was a perv! I once had some guy call my cell be accident . The he kept texting me asking me to go out witm him. I told I had a boyfreind and would have to trun down his offer. I don't know what hell this idoit was thinking. But he decided to send me a pic of his "other work". I told the creep if he ever contacted me again I would go the the police and I bloked his number. Needless to say I have never heard from him since I threatend him. 50Mil should go off on the fool new england gangsta style!
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said this on 09 Nov 2010 2:42:38 PM CST
Crystal, it seems nutcases flock to both of us. A picture of his 'other work'? Gross!! My gf is still apologizing. It's not her fault. I don't think we was a perv to his other clients but assumed I'd be up for it. Surprise! I'm not. He caught 50Mil on a bad day. Greg was exhausted!
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said this on 09 Nov 2010 2:50:17 AM CST
TA: we’ve all had our blond moments but yours seems to be oh so classic. I had to go back and re-read your “peep show” B.M. (blond moment) and it was affirmed how much your husband loves you “There’s a small part of you that’s made of retard” even you are not spared from The G tongue
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said this on 09 Nov 2010 2:35:47 PM CST
Judy, I'm soooo not spared Greg's tongue. It's wielded with more caution but not spared, lol! My blonde moments are horrible...oh such a shame.
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said this on 09 Nov 2010 7:27:12 AM CST
Classic! I didn't know this was at your home. Yeah I can see why your husband flipped ...you had a PERV in the HOUSE. Lol! Poor thing couldn't figure out why you kicked him out could he?
My job can be so dull sometimes these stories are definitely the highlight of my day. Gotta love Dr. Seus! |