She knew it was time to try something new, so when Lisa came along, Laney*, a 31-year-old recording artist, didn't beat around the bush.
I knew Lisa socially. She's popular in the L.A. wish-they-were-The L Word-lesbians scene. Very hot -- femme hot. She has fake boobs and lips and it's a little over-the-top, but she's still hot. I liked her as a person, it wasn't love or anything. But I liked her, she's very attractive and she's very sexual.
My girlfriend and I were on-again, off-again. All the times we'd been off I'd never done anything. But this time I wanted to step out of that. I was looking for a new place because I was recording for an independent label and Lisa had access to all the listings so we went to look for places.
We'd been flirting, so I asked her if she wanted to spend the weekend with me. She said yes.
I ended up getting a room at the Viceroy and we had dinner there, then afterward, we went up to the room and had sex.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith was on. I was the aggressor. We both went down on each other, we fingered each other. There was a lot of rubbing, but the experience didn't live up to the fantasy. It was fun. It wasn't uncomfortable. I think it was because we weren't emotionally connected and that's not as fulfilling. When its like that, it's fifty-fifty if I get off.
I felt like I was trying to prove my skills to her because she's such a -- she sleeps around with a lot of girls. So in a sense I wanted to prove what I was made of. But she got off. We never had sex after that. I knew going into it that it was going to be a one-time thing, pretty much, you know?