The Kept Women

A lesser phenomenon in the locality is the kept women. Fascinating creatures.

I like to separate them into two distinct categories: the fresh twenty-somethings and the thirty-somethings. Kept women around here don't have to be older than 40. I guess the odd one in the sticks might be. It doesn't really go with the territory.

I loved the last twenty-something kept women I came across. She was really a girl. She was the mistress put up in a wonderful mews in Kinnerton Street by the chief executive of a multi-national. He was married of course and the company paid for the pad. She was doing an art course just to kill the waiting around for him. She was in a state of anxiety about getting traded in. Sadly, they always are. For the record, she thought her shelf-life was 26. She started with him when she was 18. A good catch methinks.

The thirty-something kept women usually are kept in a small flat or a studio. The man is married and pays for their rent and general upkeep. He comes round at short notice to the flat with flowers for a fuck with a women with a little more energy than the mother of his children. She usually is a good fuck, manipulated, unfaithful and well-dressed. She flirts with the male neighbours and worries their women. I lived next door to a black kept women, good looking, lithe and lissome, fit and pretty bored. Another I know used to be a croupier and never could make ends meet. The arrangement suits here - a nice little studio flat near Chelsea in exchange for fucking a well-groomed, rich Jew. Unusually, he is single.

Love to hear from more of you out there. Come on ladies.