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business.
    Of course I
was no fool; I was well aware that my very comfortable lifestyle
was the main reason women like Kimberley fell over themselves to be
my friend with benefits. If I’d been a road sweeper, or a dustman,
I doubt many women would have put up with my increasingly kinky
demands. The trouble was that I was finding I got bored so easily;
I had to strive harder and harder to find new imaginative ways to
keep myself sexually satisfied.
    Women seem to
find me physically attractive, although I’m not what anyone would
describe as typically handsome, unlike my very good looking younger
brother. Some wild teenage years have left me with a couple of
scars on my face from assorted fights and motorbike accidents. My
dark blond hair is cropped short and left naturally spiky - I don’t
have the time or inclination to mess about with it, unlike Jamie
who spends hours in the bathroom achieving that casual and
supposedly effortless look. He was really rather vain, to be
honest, but I assumed he’d grow out of it in time.
    “I said no,
Kim. Now leave it, just go and have your shower,” I insisted, as I
gripped her hand with its long red talons to remove it before she
got any further in her endeavours to undo my jeans. I really wasn’t
tempted, even though I had to admit she usually gave great
head.
    Kim finally
got the hint, and flounced off towards the shower. But she hadn’t
totally given up her efforts to prolong her stay, as I discovered
when she came and found me in the kitchen afterwards.
    “I don't see
what your problem is with your little brother meeting me. I could
stay and help prepare lunch for both of you,” she suggested. Now
that she was fully groomed and made up again, she looked a lot
better, although it had taken her ages, I realised as I checked the
time. She was dressed in a very clingy black wrap dress, and no one
could deny that she looked like a proper woman with curves in all
the right places, just as a woman should. I don't go for these
skinny model types who have no tits. That’s not feminine or sexy,
in my opinion.
    “No. It would
only complicate things. And it’s getting late, he’ll be here soon.
You’d better leave now.” Could I make it any clearer? No, it was
definitely time to move on from Kimberley, and find myself a new
less clingy partner before things got out of hand.
    “Okay, okay,
just let me have a cup of coffee first, then I’ll be on my way and
out of your hair,” Kim said as she made her way over to the
espresso machine.
    I sighed in
frustration at the obvious delaying tactic. Good manners held me
back from suggesting she simply got herself a coffee from Starbucks
on her way home, but I decided that this was the last time she
would be staying in my apartment.
    ~*~
    Of course,
Jamie arrived just in time to see Kimberley leaving, and of course
that led to all sorts of questions I would have preferred to
avoid.
    “So that’s
your latest lady friend? Why didn't you introduce us?” Jamie
smirked, having practically drooled over Kim’s cleavage as she’d
made a point of leaning over him to get her handbag.
    My brother
knew all about my lifestyle, because I’d made it clear to him over
the years that although I very much enjoyed having sex with women,
I was not in the least interested in forming any kind of a lasting
commitment with any of them. I’d never been into the whole married
with 2.4 kids, living out in the suburbs type of thing, it wasn’t
for me. I was very happy in my own company, I just had my sexual
needs to satisfy. A fuck buddy provided the perfect solution.
    “No point. You
won’t be meeting her again,” I stated firmly.
    “Oh, I see.
Bored with that one are you? How long has it been this time? A
month? Six weeks would be an all-time record I think.”
    “None of your
business.”
    “And was she
okay with all that bondage shit you like? Did she like being
spanked?” Jamie asked with a cocky smirk, having discovered my sex
toy collection in