The Kept Woman

July & August Catch Up

Well dear me, what has been happening?

Not a lot frankly. August has been debauched in a slightly restrained way. When I have actually gone out it's been manic. 4am, 5am, 6am. On the days I haven't it's been trophy wifelet cooking fantastic meals for a very happy Alpha. Last week alone I ended up going out for dinner and getting wrecked 5 times. It was messy. Most days would be spent slumped on the sofa trying to decide whether I would have McDonald's delivered or just cope with some toast. Messy, messy, messy.

The worst day was this Saturday. After a silly late night spent desperately flirting I spent Saturday clinging to a bottle of water and attempting to eat food every few hours. Couldn't do it. I tried to eat, I tried to tempt myself but nothing was working. I was so hungry, starrrrving hungry, but every time I tried to eat my body would revolt and I knew eating was out of the question. Ah, the joys of a hangover.

There haven't been any men really. Alpha and I have been spending a lot of time together, which is great. We talk, we laugh, we love. I love, most of all, sleeping with him. My body is cocooned in his, his legs around mine, one of my hands following the lean length of of his thigh, his hand cupping my eager breast. Ah yes, the joys too of a man who loves to hold you.

Who else have I seen?

The Frenchman has been away again, doing the season in Paris. The Idiot has been flitting in and out of the scene with, thankfully, no more major dramas. Actually that's a bit of a lie. Back in July we had a massive fight which ended with him calling me all sorts of names and me having a little sob. I've tried to sit down and write what actually happened but I can't quite bring myself to do it. It's like a broken tooth that you best not prod for fear of causing pain. Since then we have agreed to "be cool and just be friends". Do your eyes roll at that sentence too? In the spirit of this new found friendship I have decided to change his name from The Idiot to Lancelot (thanks again LBD for the suggestion). Poor lamb, it's really not his fault that he was getting caught up in my sordid little web of lies, lust and deceit. It's not his fault he didn't really have the stones for it.

Since the truce it's gone from awkward to comfortable. He still isn't quite sure whether to kiss me on the cheek when we greet but I manhandle him into position and treat him gently so that he doesn't bolt. Poor Lancelot, he simply has no idea how to deal with me.

The Flatmate also popped up at a bar sometime last month. He was bold but shy. Familiar but unwilling to ask me outright if there was any chance he could take me home. I can't wait to see how that's going to pan out.

What else, what else? September is going to be a crazy month. Alpha is away for most of it so I fully expect to get out and about. I'm back at the gym, working hard (or as hard as a Kept Woman ever does) and trying to be good to myself. I definitely hope to drag some poor thing back to my lair. Or, even better, make him think he's dragged me back to his...

I feel the greatest urge to call the Suit. God he was pretty and just what I feel like right now. No holds barred sex.

There is a big dinner on this Saturday and I'm really looking forward to it. The Frenchman is back for the weekend and coming too. Alpha will be there as my official escort but who knows where the night may end?

Sorry again for ignoring you all over the past 2 months. I'm back on top now, I promise.

The Kept Woman

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The Frenchman Returns

My dear Frenchman is back and calling. True to his word he didn't return to Beijing before I did but now he's back and he wants our old relationship to resume.

I arrived for lunch yesterday at a five star hotel over in the west of the city. We have been there a number of times for our little tête à tête amoureux and the Frenchman always takes a suite so that we can have some privacy. I was whisked up by one of the managers to the room and deferentially escorted in. God knows what they think we do in here... we always eat our full meal, the beds are never rumpled and the towels unused but they're under strict instructions not to enter from coffee to the time we leave.

The Frenchman stood to greet me as he always does. He kisses me, once, twice, thrice, as usual, and holds my chair out for me. I sit and beam at him, happy to catch up with my dear friend. Yes, my petit cadeau is sitting on a discrete chair in the corner of the room.

We speak of nothings for the first part of the meal but once the tables are cleared and we're left with coffee and cake the real conversations begin.

"You've gained weight, Coquette, you bloom, you glow. Is your Alpha going to be a happy man in nine months?"

"Lord no. I'm just glad to be back in Beijing."

"As am I. So no more silly boys, ma petite? No more of that one very silly boy?"

"No, that's all over thank god. Mind you I did get turned down pretty horribly the other week." I briefly described the situation to the Frenchman and he laughed and tutted in the correct places.

"I don't know. My moral compass always points to whatever I want and I assume every one is the same. I never expected to be turned down for morals." I made a face as I finished. The frenchman leaned over and patted my hand.

"My chère amie don't you understand that my honor and morals is what prevents us from going any further?" He looked so sweet and ernest when he said it. Does he truly believe I would leave Alpha for him? Surely not.

I took his hand in mine and kissed it on the knuckle.

"Dear friend don't you understand what your friendship means to me? I love you my dear Frenchman but I am not in love with you nor do I feel that way about you. It is not your honor or morals that protects me from your desire but indeed it is my desire to keep you just as you are: a kind and wonderful friend who lends me support when I need it most and asks for nothing in return. Do you understand how rare that is? Especially between a man and a woman. Is that not enough for you?"

The Frenchman stilled. He was both sad and thoughtful as he mulled over my words. He pulled his hand away from mine and at length he laughed a small shaky laugh that suggested his next words may be part lie. 

"Of course it is enough for me. An old man can certainly dream that a young woman is just waiting to be swept off her feet can't he?"

"I already have been swept off my feet my friend."

Lunch concluded quickly after that and I left with my present. I sat in the car and unwrapped my gift. It was a beautiful silver anklet, a slave bangle as they were known back in my colonial days, that jingled softly with each movement. I wonder if it was supposed to be a message?

The Frenchman or Friday Drinks pt 3

"Well," I said, "I live in Beijing, Alpha is my fiance and, apparently, I play silly games with silly boys. What about you?" He grinned, perfect, straight, white teeth gleamed. He ignored my question and replied:

"Where are you from? What do you do?"

"Nothing! Rien!"

"Ahhh... a Kept Woman! Wonderful. I felt in my soul that I should come and speak with you." I tried not to laugh - I think I'm a little far gone to speak of souls.

"Well, Coquette, I like you. I do not know why yet, but I like you." He signaled the bar man and asked for the wine list. He flicked to the champagne page and gave a small Gallic shrug of disappointment. He returned the wine list to the bar man.

"I would have ordered you champagne, ma Coquette, but this is inferior generic stuff. The next time we drink together I will give you proper champagne. No Moet for you." He eyed me through lazy, half lidded lashes for a moment. I stayed perfectly still. I knew he was weighing me, turning me over in his mind. He knew how to look, this Frenchman, a quick zigzag that took in my hair, my eyes, my mouth and my breasts. The bar man still hovered, waiting for our order. Finally the Frenchman ordered a bottle of red wine. He gave another Gallic shrug as he tried it.

"It is not the best. Again, Coquette, I will show you better. You don't mind."

"Oh no, I enjoy it when men order for me. But how do you know I'll sit with you for an entire bottle?"

"How could I not, Coquette? When you smile so prettily at me? You will sit, we will talk and later I will kiss you. Bon?" I laughed again, his audacity and confidence were amazing.

"C'est bon, Frenchman, C'est bon."