The night I met Delilah, I was just driving around town, looking for a whore. I found her on a side street near the center of town, between Congress and Cumberland Ave. This was an odd place to find a streetwalker, because they were usually a half-mile further down Congress St., past the 7-11. Delilah turned and looked at me the second time I cruised by her, and when I stopped, she walked right over to the passenger side, to see what I wanted, then got in.
Delilah is, at first glance, a beautiful blonde. She’s just about forty but usually looks younger. The first time Janessa saw her, she remarked that our Del looked like Kim Basinger (as Eminem’s Mom in 8 Mile), and that’s fair. Delilah is a gorgeous wreck.
As soon as I picked her up, we started talking and I got to experience her high-strung tweak. Del was a concentrated ball of electrical energy. She knew instantly that I was high and asked if I was planning to get her high. I said yes. “On cocaine?” she asked. Good God, who is this woman? I indicated assent, and she grinned somewhat skeptically. She may have asked me if I was OK to drive.
We got to my house, I paid her, we began to smoke, and Delilah, with little instigation, stripped completely and commenced fellating me. She did her work quickly, efficiently, and successfully; then she seemed to curl up into herself, and remained naked on the floor beside the bed. We continued to smoke and talk as I handed her back pieces of her clothing, and she made some calls to arrange to use the cash I had paid her, with some more cash I happened to have to spare, and buy more cocaine from her friend. We dressed and drove to South Portland to meet him, purchased the drug, and then drove back to my house with the friend, named, appropriately, John.
We smoked at my house. John set himself up (with vinegar, to convert the crack back to injectable form) to shoot some in my bathroom, and Delilah stripped, again. She began to suck me off, but didn’t make me cum, and eventually gave up and got dressed when John came back into the room. I drove them back to his motel room in SoPo, and over my mild protestations and offer of a ride home, Delilah stayed with him. John fucked her over, in the end, didn’t want to be with her, or pay her, or share any more drugs, and she finally had to walk home, broke, crashing, and pissed off, the five miles back to Portland in the winter.
Delilah was simultaneously splendid company and a royal pain in the ass. The first night I met her, I stopped at a convenience store and gave her money to buy herself some cigarettes (so she wouldn’t keep bumming mine, but it was still a generous gesture). She would not leave the car, even after I gave her my reassurance I wouldn’t ditch her as soon as she got out. I ended up going into the store and buying her cigs myself, while she waited, safely, in the car. I somewhat ostentatiously left the keys in the car, engine idling, heater blowing, radio playing, when I walked into the store–she didn’t trust me, but I trusted her. I felt great afterward, reassuring her I wasn’t an asshole like the guys who had ditched her before, and it made me feel bad to think she’s been so poorly treated. But OMFG, my Delilah could be catastrophically annoying.
Delilah can also be a hot sex kitten. She was reliably down for whatever came up. Her current BF shares photos of her tied up and completely submissive, getting fucked, front and back, by anonymous cocks. She subscribed to the zeitgeist, that smoking cocaine involved heated encounters, guys give bitchez cocaine, and bitchez give guys sex. I spent nights with Delilah when we both knew we probably wouldn’t climax, and yet she sucked me anyway, we messed around endlessly, with a kind of ebb-and-flow enthusiasm. All I wanted in the world was to press our shuddering bodies together, my dick deep in her accommodating mouth; she was such a comely companion, I felt like I could mess around with her all night and keep going until she stopped being interested, stopped opening her mouth, and that would only happen if I ran out of rock.
She divulged to me she preferred to give oral service while wearing a blindfold, because she didn’t like distractions to the task at hand. I caressed the top of her head, wriggled my fingers into her dense blonde hair, and pulled her scalp to position her head. I didn’t need to pull her mouth down to me, she did it herself, blindfolded, using her hand at first to orient herself. I adored fucking the lips and face of this crazy, high-as-fuck love doll. I even shot videos of some of our fellatic ballet with my phone. She clearly loved the hits I was giving her. She sucked and sucked and hummed and mumbled as if there were no tomorrow. I let her delete the videos she didn’t like. She told me not to show them to Janessa. I did try to show Janessa, but she wasn’t interested.
Delilah would become a large presence in my life. More follows.
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