Yes, you are hearing correctly, Saturday night is ended and I spent it clubbing, dancing and a few drinks, then home for some reading and a movie. OMG!! Am I getting old?
I mean Ayana is still in London and leaving for South Africa in the morning, she’s been out clubbing every night and as far as I know, fucking her ex still, together with an eighteeny she picked up in Chelsea.
Anca took Fawn along with her to a party she asked Peter to organize with half a dozen men. They haven’t arrived home yet so it’s deathly quiet here.
Mag, the woman I met a few nights ago has asked me to spend tonight, Sunday evening, with her and I think I may.
From my debauched lifestyle of past years to this stillness, it is hard to take.
Soon, in less than half a year, Anca will be off to art college, probably in Finland, and she seems determined to party the whole time until then. Alex, her boyfriend, and even I, have been trying to convince Anca to spend more time on her art and less time trying to emulate her slut sister (me). I have a feeling she may abandon those parties soon enough, Alex satisfies her well, but she is a wild child.
Really, I am no hypocrite. I have no problem at all with her fucking as much as she likes, fucking is fun. She is such a fine artist though, I don’t want her to focus so much on sex that her art suffers. There’s a big difference between having a healthy and wildly active sex life, and being a complete slut.
Too many parties and a virtual abandonment of her art could see Anca go down the path of a slut and it’s not very far from there to whore, when a slut decides she deserves to be paid. Once her life becomes one lived on her back, with no other interest, her life is lost.
I know, I was a whore which led me to being a slave, to myself as much as to the Mistress, and I must not allow Anca to go that way. She is talented and deserves a sunny life.
Perhaps it’s being alone, my Ayana in another place, that’s making me feel so gloomy. Anca is a smart girl, she knows the difference between a career and plain fucking. I’ll give her whatever advice I can, from one who’s been down some dark roads, and when she’s had enough cocks in her at gangbangs, she’ll make some beautiful art. And art will be her life.
