As you are no doubt aware, Sid and Carol have been carrying on a somewhat lethal flirtation at the Pub, but somehow at the Pub, Sid's cherchez la femme ADD kicks in and he forgets what he's about if I'm not right in front of him focused on his splendiferousness. 

He may fail to clue you in on our "date."  We actually had an extraordinary evening, and all things conSIDered, he proved he could be sans-souci and a bon vivant.  It went something like this ...

We left the Pub amid stares of disbelief, Sid's arm protectively around me, to begin our escapade.  When we got outside, there in the car park was a sensational silver stretch limo awaiting us. 

My eyes widened in amazement.  "Sid!  Is this for us?"  

"Cinderella needs her coach and four, does she not?  This is but my humble replication of the fairy tale just for you.  Get in, my erotic princess....."  The driver gallantly opened the door for us. 

I slid in, marveling at the luxurious comfort afforded by the elegant vehicle and wondered what price he would expect to exact for all this pomposity.  Sid got in, preening, smoothed his beautiful suit and checked his image in the mirror as the car pulled out of the car park.  No sooner were we on our way, comfortably ensconced in the back of the limo, when Sid closed the window between the driver and us.  He looked sideways at me from under his long lashes with a sinfully sexy smirk on his handsome face. 

Without warning, he launched himself and began a symphony of moves on me, the agility of which stunned me in their complexity and success.  He achieved his ultimate purpose which was to render me instantly boneless and craving more.  It was an awesomely amorous, ambidextrous, full bodied assault on all my senses. 

I began by slapping his hands away in a feeble attempt at outrage, first warding off, then actively participating in his incredible seduction.  He chuckled deeply into my mouth.  I eventually panted, moaned, slid down onto the seat letting him manipulate me into submission using my every erotic zone and play me like a violin.  His kisses were scorching, his tongue penetrating, exploring, possessing, as he ground into me with his hips, his hands were everywhere.

He whispered, "I like playing with naughty girls, Carol, and you play so well.  You arouse me on so many levels - feel - I'm already hard enough to cut diamonds, and it's all for you.  Come with me, my pearl, and let's live a life less ordinary." 

I gasped "Sid, that's everyday life for you!"  He giggled in amused agreement.  

In spite of myself, knowing so much better, I wanted him - badly.  I was wet and languorous, silently marveling at his technique, thinking,

"God - he's good - so ... m-m-m-m  ...skilled, so ...o-h-h-h ... undeniably sensual..."  

I imagined him inside me, filling me to capacity, and dropped my head back, abandoning myself to total lust. 

Almost done in by his kisses, I listened as he whispered in my ear in a voice that would melt ice, "Carol, you are too beautiful tonight!  I'm on fire - I promise you such a splendid evening - kiss me, my dove."

I lost myself in another long, probing, sucking, delicious kiss before gently pushing him up off me, nipping his lips lightly as I murmured,

"Sid, whoa, Sid, baby ... easy, sweetie ... slow down.  I want you, too.  I do.  And I'll have you -- when and where I choose - but not here - not now."

His eyes were a glassy and a trifle annoyed but he allowed himself to be rebuffed for the moment.  To assist himself in recapturing my capitulation, he produced two exquisite champagne flutes and filled them with panache.

"To you, my goddess."

The limo whisked us off to the airport where Sid's plane was waiting to fly us off to all the promised treats he had outlined.  

We feasted royally at the Restaurant Taillevent in Paris, where Sid insisted on hand feeding me tasty tidbits that required me to lick his fingers and my lips, as he made strangled sounds in the back of his throat.  We imbibed the finest wines until we were totally loose and incredibly aroused.  We danced hypnotically at a local night club where Sid amazed me with his competence and grace on the dance floor, pushing his erect cock up against me at every opportunity.  We enjoyed the evening at the Paris Opera - well, I did.  Sid stated he'd rather hear something more "'primitive' that would get his blood up." As if he needed additional impetus. 

During all these festivities he kept up a running off-color blue dialogue describing what I did to him ("you have me dripping with desire'') and what he was waiting to do to me ("ravish you into madnes'').  I became lulled, entranced, titillated to the point where I leaned into him, whispering what constituted my plans for him that night as well.

He purred in eager anticipation.

After our completely lustful, mad French soiree, another magic limo appeared and took us back to the airport.  We flew back to our original destination, seducing each other with secret probings, suckings, and stolen kisses in the back seat.  I was awash in moisture.  Amidst my lust, I felt a tinge of sadness because I did have an incredible time.  Sid was tantalizingly sexy, imaginatively romantic, perfectly handsome, and I was smitten by him.  But, there was that inescapable factor, and it's a biggie - unfortunately - he isn't human, isn't really this nice, and will eventually show his true blue colors.  I knew that.  I'm easy - not stupid.

We arrived back at our original starting point and drove into the Pub's car park so I could pick up my car.  I opened the door before the driver could get there, but before I could get out Sid pulled me into his beautiful delicious body, nuzzling into my neck.  

"Where are we going now, my princess?" he smiled invitingly, stroking my face.  He gave new meaning to the word intense and I wanted him, no matter the cost.  After all, I came here for a walk on the wild side and he was the perfect one to teach me the dance steps.  He reached around me, staring into my eyes, and pulled the door closed, telling the driver to drive until he said to stop.

As the driver started the engine, and as Sid nibbled with amazing accuracy down the side of my neck and across my collarbone, I looked out the limo windows and spied Dino and Terry lurking in the shadows under the trees, as if to reassure me I was safe.  I had Dino's cell number in my purse if needed and I felt sufficiently reinforced.

I was also unbelievably turned on, cravingly horny, and I knew Sid could complete my libidinous fantasy like no one else.  God - being bad never felt so good.  Before I could give further consideration to what I was doing, I let myself be pushed once again down onto the seat of the limo and allowed Sid to take over.  He loved it, and every sigh that escaped my lips tantalized him more.  I was now undeniably in serious need.   

"Sid, God - yes!"  He knew, and lavishly attended to, my every erotic zone.  He bared my breasts to his suckling mouth, nursing me into delirium.  He pushed my short skirt up to my waist and stroked the saturated petals of my sex, circling my throbbing clit until I was on the edge so long, I writhed, begging him for release.  I reached for his groin, stroking and rubbing him through the material of his suit and felt him grow to amazing proportions under my fingers.  Pushing my hands down between us, I unzipped him so slowly he writhed, and pulled out his stupendously beautiful huge cock.  He hummed and hissed in appreciation of my touch.   His grandiose boasting is not unwarranted, please believe me.

He kissed me with torrid passion.  He had a sweetly sensual voluptuous touch, and relentlessly refused to stop stroking and penetrating me with his busy fingers until I came, screaming his name repeatedly.  The more I called his name the bigger he grew, until I begged, mindless, blinded by tears, for him to enter me before I died. 

Once he heard me beg he relented and eased himself into my wetness.  He hissed his pleasure and stroked deeply until he had me on the edge of ecstasy once again then he let himself come, moaning my name, flooding me pulsingly with a blue-green eruption of semen that was unusually warm and smelled like green apples. 

"Ti amo! Sei cosi bella!" he chanted poetically against my neck.  I whispered vague endearments to him as he took me yet again to the edge of madness until I exploded on his beautiful cock.  I wondered in some part of my brain just how many languages he could speak. 

He fell into me, all circuits temporarily shorting out as post coital benevolence overtook him.  It was hard to believe he wasn't human.  He snuggled into me, purring sweetly,

"We click on so many levels, Carol, we're so good together.  Let's stay together.  We could take on the world and give it a new spin.  You know you want me, my evil little queen.  You know I'm crazy about you."

I played with his perfect hair, humming softly to myself.  He left me absolutely sated and strangely calm.  I ached to give back to him the warmth and nurturing endearments that hovered on the tip of my tongue, but I knew there were no real human feelings in Sid - he just knew how to successfully emulate human attributes. 

I said softly, "No, my Bluecifer ... you're just crazy.  You have more twisted pieces in you than a jigsaw puzzle and I just don't think I could keep up with the over load."  I smiled, hoping to lessen the inexorable tone of my retort. 

"I don't mean to sound ungrateful, Sid.  I came here on a dare -- seeking rebellious fun and hot sex and you've given me both abundantly - but this is hardly a romance."

He pulled up and away from me as if burned.  "I wasn't expecting that," he sneered, pouting.  He actually looked hurt that I could be so blasé in rejecting this offer of a special connection with him.  With his teeth clenched, holding back the anger he really felt, he continued his demanding plea.   "Then what was it?" he sneered petulantly.  "What if I don't want to let this go so easily?  What if I want to play some more?   And --- what if, by some stretch of the imagination, dear old Zack finds out about us and makes a federal case of it?" he chuckled evilly at his own pun. 

I sighed, "You're so predictable ...  I knew sooner or later you'd revert to type.  Didn't take long.  But it won't work.  Sid's Carol is not Zack's Carol.  You didn't conjure me up; I made my own decision to be here because I was looking for something wild - craved it - and you so willingly offered your services, but being subject to a blue genie wasn't part of it.  I am Carol's dark side - her evil twin..."

"I like doing twins ..." he cooed lewdly.

I pushed him up and off me and grabbed for his amazingly still hard cock.  "Careful, Siddie, don't take on this Carol.  She doesn't like to be threatened - it pisses her off.  If you threaten her she'll pull a Lorena Bobbitt on you - and there'll be no fine art glass around to reconstitute your missing appendage.  Capisce?"

"Ah, my beautiful merciless lady.  You win, my little black widow.  You have me in your power ... for the moment."

"I'm serious, Sid.  I had a great time.  I like the Sid you showed me tonight, the romantic side of you.  As much as you try to camouflage it, you can be extremely charming - but we are not going to become an item.  I have bigger fish to fry."

"Bigger than me?  Not possible." he said with conviction.

"Not referring to your package, baby, you win there, hands down - second to none.  But those whom a god wishes to destroy, he first drives mad, and I'm not yet ready to be driven mad."

He looked pleased and smirked with self satisfaction.  As long as he was the focus and being complimented, he was docile and even affectionate.

I freshened myself up as best I could, straightened my clothes, and asked him to take me back to my car.  He hesitated, wanting to give me a hard time, but finally acquiesced.

Back at the Pub's car park, I turned in preparation of the driver opening my door, but found him sitting so quietly in the darkness.  

"For what it's worth, Sid, in vino veritas, and the idea of a chaotic careening around the cosmos with you has definite appeal.  The next time I'm nostalgie de la boue, I'll look you up."

He laughed with me then, and allowed me to return to my car without incident.   Do I regret any of it?  No way.  I got what I came for and didn't even need to call in the cavalry.  It was all good...