Suzanne Portnoy

New York, New York, it’s a wonderful town but the jet lag is a bitch especially when a girl has been up all night having fun the night before getting on the plane to come here. Not one to miss an opportunity for cuddles and a cock, I invited my new lover over to stay on Wednesday night. I needed some inspiration before my book promo in New York; it would be hard to talk about sex for three days if I hadn’t had it for a week. I stupidly figured that in between fucking him we could sleep but the combination of my pre-trip nerves and his persistent cock made that impossible.

At 5.30am we were at it again. I love morning sex. My hormones are up and my pussy always feels more alive, more sensitive, more reactive than at night when usually too tired to enjoy it much. Thursday morning was like that. He fingered me for a while before getting on top and I was so wet that he slipped right in. I bit into his shoulder and felt him get harder before scraping my fingernails across his shoulder blades. In the shower I could see where I’d left a mark, like a brand to say ‘Suzanne has been here.’

The reading in NYC was a blast. I love reading for a crowd and this time the room was packed. Selina and Viviane and Tess were there, along with Twanna and my friend Michael who brought along lots of his pals. I’d had a bit of a dilemma deciding what passage from ‘Not So Invisible’ to read but ultimately went for a very horny section about fluffing a black stripper during Night of the Senses. Lots of people came up afterwards to say how much they had enjoyed my performance and that made me feel good as, like usual, I hadn’t prepared aside from getting my hair set and putting on a new dress.

After the reading, Michael, Selina and one of Michael’s pal went to an Italian for some food before heading off to the radio station where I would be appearing live. By then, it was about 6am London time and I worked out that I hadn’t had much sleep since about Tuesday night. Arriving at the studio down by Wall Street at midnight, the exhaustion kicked in but I rode it out until 1am.

‘Where are you?’ I texted my friend Greg, who lived in the Village.

‘Drinking in the Village. Why?’ he texted back.

I rang him up. ‘Any chance I could sleep with you?’ I said.

‘Sure,’ he said and gave me his address.It wasn’t that I wanted sex (although Greg is a hottie) but more the fact I wanted a bed as close as possible to Sirius Radio on Avenue of the Americas where I had to be on air at 7.30am.By 1.15am, I was at Greg’s doorstep in the Village and by 1.20am, we were in bed cuddling up.
‘What time do you have to be up?’ he said.

‘I don’t know,’ I replied. ‘About 6.45am, I guess.

‘Ouch,’ he said and set the alarm.

That night sex wasn’t on the agenda. He had just returned from Las Vegas the day before and was exhausted and so was I. Still, it was good to see him and be able to catch up on our lives before falling asleep. He loves playing the dom and it makes me laugh hearing his stories about his rota of subs and the games he plays out with him. I don’t know where the man gets the energy or the imagination to have that many subs on the go at one time. It makes me exhausted just to hear him talk about it.

The morning show was fun as the presenter, Jay Thomas, asked me to read passages from the book before passing it around the rest of the crew who each had to read the subsequent passage. I finished up the excerpt about jerking a guy off and then licking up all his cum. I guess it must have gone pretty well because a listener wrote to me later that day and said that my voice made him so horny that he had a hard on driving to work and had to pull off the road to relieve himself.

After the show I went back to bed for a few hours kip before pounding the sidewalk in my brown, flowery dress and cowboy boots, my hold-ups rolled up on the inside as socks. It is unseasonably warm here, something I hadn’t reckoned on when I had packed in London. I’m loathe to buy another pair of Havaianas when I’ve got three pairs back at home.

A text to Eric, a playmate, was meant to lead to a date last night but again I was too tired to play.Instead I went around to Selina’s apartment for tea and English muffins. She has a massive collection of books and I enjoyed sitting on her bed whilst her and her boyfriend Martin read out their favourite passages to me.

Tonight I’m planning on making up for being such a good girl with a trip to a down and dirty swinger’s club somewhere in the city with Selina and her merry group of mates. But now I think I need to get back to sleep and try and get over this darned, awful jet lag.