The End of an Era

• I’ve written a few articles over the past decade having to do with my ATF and our good times and some not so good times. We’re both getting older and I wish I could say wiser, but our “relationship” seems to have ended. I know I’ve surmised that outcome many other times but she runs out of money and I get horny and past grievances are forgotten. In those articles as I’ve recounted our exploits, I’ll estimate that 99% of what I’ve written is true. In this latest retelling I’ll make a departure from that and estimate that 80% is truthful. My reasoning is somewhat personal ( despite the anonymity of these pages, I still have a modicum of pride);this tale involves another character playing a major role; and my ATF (or someone who had her phone) hacked my phone allowing her to read my writings which I’ve stored in another part of the phone’s memory.

• My ATF had been living half way across the country for a couple of years, had had a failed engagement, stayed in touch with me and my wallet, jumped from job to job, and occasionally danced at a local strip club. But habits are hard to break and her habit (heroin and crack cocaine) is especially difficult. Having supported her habit for more than a decade by providing extra services in the clubs where she worked, as well as meeting selective customers outside the club (those with enough money), she lost her job while dancing at less lenient clubs, but to her credit she found an office job where she made a living wage and she took pride in her success (“It’s the first job I’ve ever been good at where I don’t have to suck cock.”) However like so many others the effects of the pandemic cost her the job and she was about to lose her living arrangement, so she decided to drive “home”.

• I’m a widowed 75 year old and the day before leaving she called and I said that she was welcome to stay in my guest room. I did specify a need for her to “pay rent” in kind and she agreed. Five months before she moved away, I had bought a 3 year old car for her to use. It had 36,000 miles on it and was in great shape. She promised to make the monthly payment and I promised to match it, paying off the car loan in less than 1/2 the 5 years for which I financed it. She had, of course, never made a payment, claiming she paid me with videos of her and her former fiancé, some of which were quite compelling, but she’d missed over $8000 in payments. The car was undoubtedly the most stupid move on my part, since I also registered & insured it all in my name. Whether it was paying the impound and towing fee from illegal parking ($200) or paying for the damage to the Crown Vic she backed into ($935), I’ll pay for the increased insurance rates for years following her at-fault rear ending of another car. When she returned the car it has more body panels flapping and dents in other body parts than I can count, has 122000 miles on the odometer and needs at least $500 of work on the emissions system.

Things got off to a bad start when she arrived with her heroin habit after having been daily taking methadone before leaving. The prior arrangements for transfer to a clinic here got screwed up and left her little choice.

After a week she asked me if Chris, an old friend could join us for dinner. Then about 10:00 she asked if he could sleep on the couch? About 10 minutes after I went to bed he was in her bed. A couple of nights later she took my car to go out for cigarettes at about 9;30. She met a new dealer and in her words, “ I had his beautiful dick in my mouth 10 minutes later.” She called and let me know she wanted to drive and talk with Kevin and play music. She got in about 6:30 and he started moving clothes in. He was a nice enough guy, a union laborer, with a wife & kids living in a house her dad had bought. She had thrown him out and after 3 nights at my house I asked him to leave. She gave me very mixed messages ( I asked him to wear a condom, he said yes, and then raw dogged me. She was afraid of pregnancy, loved fucking him but was happy when I showed him the door.

Two nights later, Mark dropped in to visit. Within 15 minutes I heard the shower in her bathroom as the two of them got high and got clean at the same time. He left at about 5:15 am.

A couple of days later I was driving when she ended up in the back seat with a drug dealer who was sporting a 10 or 11 inch dick, which she took as a challenge and didn’t quite get it down her throat but spent about 12 minutes giving him a blow job to remember as I video taped the highlights. I did park first. My nom de plume (Gawker) reflects my penchant to watch her get her jollies and this was a great show.

We got in bed and watched the video together that night and I got a blow by blow description. For the 11 or 12 years we’ve been seeing each other she’s made it clear that I shouldn’t get too possessive or try to choose her bed partners. That goes both ways and she knows there are many others seeking my money.

She also had an old friend Joe, ( third cousin twice removed?) who spent several weekends with us. They showered together, slept together, but both swore they didn’t have sex (penetration). “He’s been trying to get in my pants for 15 years and it ain’t gunna happen.” He said “yup. An occasional handjob, lots of petting, even a blowjob once, but I’ve never fucked her”.

My ATF had a stretch of 5 or 6 days where she was manic. Sleeping 2 or 3 hours, loud, constant movement, speech garbled then just nonsense speech for a couple of days, then crashed. The final straw was as I was driving on the highway doing 70 and she stubbed out a cigarette in the center console (no ashtray there) setting 2 napkins on fire. Bi-polar was my diagnosis, but I never did get my MD, but I know there are mood altering drugs which can help so I brought her to the ER of a trauma center. I thought we’d meet with a doctor and walk out with a prescription 2 hours later.

Instead the doctor “sectioned” her allowing them to keep her Without her consent in a locked room with restraints for 3 days. I’m not a relative so they told me nothing, even though she allowed them to do so. After 3 days she was transferred to a psychiatric hospital and she had phone privileges and we talked. She was angry that I brought her there and I told her I didn’t have a choice. She then told me of this great guy she met. They’d talk for hours and while there was no opportunity to fuck they’d go for walks and she showed him her tits and he approved and he showed her his dick and she approved

After a week there she called me to come and get her. She’d taken another patient’s adderal and was caught crushing it and snorting it. I arrived at the front door and there were two police officers there taking with her and the 4 of us were soon joined by a rugged black man, handsome and he and my ATF were clearly a number. When he learned that she’d been kicked out he went postal knocked down a wall and got thrown out too.

He had no where to go so he joined us. He had an interesting background _ 2 years of college, semi-pro club football, and a 3page rap sheet, including 2 home invasions, one armed burglary, and lots and lots of more minor stuff. He left 2 prescription bottles out which I, being nosy, checked them out and they’re both commonly prescribed to patients suffering from schizophrenia. Good move on my part - invite felons with serious mental health issues into my home.

An hour after they arrived they’d showered together and spent 1/2 hour in her bed. They emergEd and she informed me that he was the best lover she ever had. Seven orgasms in 30 minutes. Gentle and strong. From the time her lips were enveloped in his she melted. He bragged that he didn’t cum and then asked me how many I’d had sex with in my life. Questions of that nature bother me so I said only 2 or 3,why? He replied that at age 31 he had already fucked well over a hundred and he’d spent 8 years in prison. I couldn’t help but retort,” “And how many men did you fuck there?”

A couple of days later I was in my bedroom on a Zoom meeting and ha asked to not be disturbed. After 15 minutes he knocked on my door and said he’d had a meeting he had to go to and could he & my ATF borrow my car? I gave him the keys.

At the end of my meeting I emergEd to find her but he was gone. After3 hours I texted him asking him to return. He replied no, not coming back. I called the police and filed a stolen car report.

The next morning he called me offering to return the car. I said no. It was recovered a few days later stuck in deep mud, every window, mirror, and piece of glass broken, several dents. I’ve been “negotiating with the insurance company over a month and they won’t total it. I hoped they would, but it’s being repaired. It was stolen 5 weeks ago so I’ve been walking, using Uber, staying home and occasionally driving the hulk returned with my ATF.

A warrant has been issued for his arrest but my ATF says he’s taken off.

Recently we spent an hour & 1/2 in bed doing what comes naturally.. I suppose there are some who’d call them unnatural acts, but they’re fun.

I nodded off and about an hour later she awoke me saying that Joe (second cousin twice removed) who has neither car nor license was offering me $300 if I’d drive 90 minutes right then and 90 minutes back and then drive him back in the morning. I tried to clear a few cobwebs and my ATF suggested that she & I drive to him, he’d get a hotel and the 3 of us would party. I hesitated saying I’d be a third wheel and end up just being the driver. She protested and said that she and Joe would fool around and I could watch and she’d get me involved by sucking my dick or whatever I needed to get me off. She promised she’d clear it with Joe to make sure, but was sure there’d be no problem.

We picked him up and got a room about 12:30. I had the only credit card but Joe said he’d send me the money by CashApp. She told me she spoke with him and he understood and wouldn’t object about her giving me attention.

Listening to them talk, I learned that they planned on having sex & consummating their long friendship that night.

Within 5 minutes of arrival they were in the shower and when they got out I went into the bathroom with them both naked and with syringes out as they injected meth. I parked on one of the double beds and they got on the other and started making out. He sported a big dick getting harder by the second and she was stroking him, pivoted around and started sucking on his cock. He started with a missionary position and she accommodated by spreading her legs fully holding her own knees while he pounded away. He got up on his knees and brought one of her legs up against his chest while he continued fucking. After that he took her from behind doggy style and she began really enjoying it, deep moans emanating from her throat.

After awhile they moved into a 69 position and her head was pointed away from me and I got up and moved over by the bathroom so I could watch her going down deep on him. This turned me on and with her staring at me as her head moved up and down on his dick, I motioned for her to join me in the bathroom. She ignored me.

Soon he had her on her stomach and he knelt behind her, spread her ass and stuck his cock in her ass, then lifted her hips and rammed her deeply. She blurted out a combination of pain & pleasure and in my head I heard what she’s said a hundred times: “It hurt so good.” He pounded her ass for a good five minutes and then withdrew and dumped a huge load on her back.

He went and got a towel and I asked her to join me on my bed. She ignored me.

She lay on her back and he started eating her pussy. They went and shot up some more and I left and came back an hour later. They’d been fucking for four hours.

On the way back she wouldn’t talk to me about it. The next day she flew back where she’d come from several months earlier. She and I decided that we weren’t good for each other; that we’d block each other’s phone and would likely never see each other again. I kept “her” car and we’ve not spoken since. She sent me a text saying that she was in a 90 day 12 step residential program for women.

Joe missed 4 days of work on meth, got fired, and hasn’t paid me for the hotel.

For 8 or 9 years she and I had a good thing. For the last 4 years she’s used me and I haven’t used her enough.