Chameleon On a Kaleidoscope (The Oxygen Thief Diaries) by Anonymous

signed off on a pan-European campaign that had no
script and they weren’t about to have it supervised by a guy who
couldn’t even remember to bring proper travel documents on his last
shoot. I knew this and Silvestro knew this. But it needed to look
like my decision because this was supposedly my
campaign.
    But I had far more
important matters on my mind. Namely, a third date with the
beautiful Valeryiya. After a giggly visit to the
Reich Museum (me popping out from behind the exhibits like a child surprising his mother) she opened
her lovely mouth and changed everything. In the café downstairs she
described her many trips to Florence while sympathising with me for
never having been. She said I couldn’t call myself a real writer
until I visited Florence at least once. She went on to say that she
would have gone there even more often if the choice had been hers
to make but that was what life was like when
you’re…
    This was
where I experienced what Hitchcock liked to call a reverse-smile. When he
couldn’t trust an actor’s skills he relied instead on certain
tricks like beginning a shot with an existing smile and then asking
for it to be removed. This gave him the option of playing the
sequence in reverse. It was also a subtle insult to the actors who
were understandably upset by this practice and no doubt performed
the perfect reverse-smile when they were introduced to the idea. He
would have loved the effect on my face when I heard the word married. I felt sick and
tricked because I realised I had been effortlessly manipulated into
wanting her more than I actually did.
    The options were Single , Separated or Divorced . She had selected Single. She suddenly
seemed second-hand. Used even. Of course
you’re married my expression tried to say.
Isn’t everyone? I tried to effect nonchalance. It would buy me some
time to think. Maybe this kind of behaviour was standard online.
And maybe, just maybe, my instinctual knee-jerk response of you fucking lying cunt didn’t apply. At least not yet. Then it occurred to me that
if she had lied to me it meant I didn’t need to be so respectful
any more. I’d spent hours daydreaming about us making love but now
I just wanted to fuck her. And soon, before I found out something
else I didn’t want to hear. I suggested we drop by my place for
desert and when she agreed I thought even less of
her.
    There was a pause in my
doorway as if there was a chance she might not go in but I took
this to be just another lie, her playing he part of timid girl so I
could feel more powerful. So be it. I pushed the door open and
before she crossed the threshold I had peeled her coat and blouse
away in one. Her nipples seemed strangely sunken like those of an
older woman but otherwise she was a like a fucking movie
star
    “ You’re like
a fucking movie star” I said
    Her long slim girlish legs shivered apart under my touch and
I licked her out and she gave me a sloppy slippery blow-job. She’d
been very sneaky about not telling me she was married. In fact she
was still married. We were committing adultery. Or at least she was.I
wanted to ask if she had really been a figure skater or was that
lie too? I couldn’t be sure what was true and what wasn’t.
Confusing matters even more the sex was beautiful and loving and
dirty all at the same time. She was married. So what? As she teased
the tip of my cock with the tip of her tongue I didn’t care if she
turned out to be a man. She had a great energy and was cheerful and
full of life and laughter and her pussy was the most beautiful I
had ever seen in real life. It was so perfectly symmetrical I
dubbed it pussuq.
    She stretched her foot down to stroke my dick as I lapped at
her. Was this a trick she used on her husband? Of course it was. I
could have stayed down there all day. There was never any need to
explain anything to Valeriya she intuitively understood. At one point I sat with my pants around my knees,
half crouched to absorb the shocks