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SEATTLE
SEATTLE is a city of hlls, lakes and greenery. Even its manmade glass and steel seem to reflect the nature that consistently threatens to take this land back.
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OMAR T IN SEATTLE (coming soon)
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ABOUT SEATTLE, ANCEDOTES, RESTAURANTS BOOKSTORES AND MORE

Omar T in Seattle Glossary

Mentioned Seattle Restaurants/Bars/Cafés (R)
An Omar T Favorite’s List

DOWNTOWN & INTERNATIONAL DISTRICT
Caffe Umbria
Central Saloon
Elliott Bay Oyster House
Go poke
J&M Café
Smith Tower
Taylor Shellfish Oyster Bar
Wild Ginger
Panama Hotel

CAPITAL HILL
Bok a Bok Seattle
Oddfellows Cafe + Bar

MAGNOLIA & BALLARD
Caffe Appassionato
Cedar & Spokes Coffee
Highliner Public House
Lockspot Café
Loki Fish Seattle
Wild Salmon Seattle

QUEENANNE & SOUTH LAKE UNION
The 5 Point Cafe
Sugar Bakery & Coffeehouse
Taylor Shellfish Oyster Bar
Toulouse Petit Kitchen & Lounge
White Swan Public House

PIKE PLACE & BELLTOWN
Caffe Lieto Seattle
Cloud Burst Seattle
Daily Dozen
Noi Thai
Place Pigalle
Seattle Coffee Works
The Rendezvous
Wakefield Bar

BEACON HILL & MT BAKER
Baked from the Hart
Fresh Flours Beacon Hill
Mioposto
Perihelion Brewery
Victrola Seattle
The Station
The Treehouse, Linda’s Boarding House (see Airbnb)

GEORGETOWN
Fonda La Catrina
Jules Maes Saloon
Machine House Brewery
Star Brass Works
Trinte Celllars

EDMONDS
Daphnes
Demetries Woodstone Taverna
Walnut Street Coffee

BAINBRIDGE ISLAND
Harbour Public House
Restaurant Marche

Omar’s Favorite
SEATTLE BOOKSTORES

Arundel books Seattle 1st Ave DOWNTOWN
Edmonds bookshop EDMONDS
Elliott Bay Books CAPITAL HILL
Left bank books PIKE PLACE
Quest Books CAPITAL HILL
Rick Steves Travel Center EDMONDS
Twice Sales Books CAPITAL HILL

Fiction & Reality
(R)=Real (F)=Fiction

And:

Royce’s restaurant, Monterey CA (F) Omar’s family restaurant is fictional but has resemblance to the author’s former restaurant. Royce’s name was penned to honor a great Utah restaurateur, Royce Rosendaal. Who gave the author his first restaurant job.

Pajaro Street Grill (R) Deamer’s former dinner only restaurant. Founded in 1998, enjoying a twenty-year run, two blocks from “Oldtown,” Main Street, Salinas. The birthplace of Chef Omar, who has taken over the web site, psgrill.net, to keep you informed of his adventures and share a passion for food and hospitality.

Additional Mentions:

Portrait of America: https://thomashammel.com/

Nala Kun https://www.instagram.com/_nalakun_/

Additional Anecdote: Sissy's Erotic Story

“Neighbors”

I’m 5’6” tall, 28 years old, long wavy hair, thin but with ample girly curves. I guess I’ve always known I was attractive to boys and girls. My sexuality was also clear; I like girls and girls are attracted to the girly girl that I am. I have been curious about men and their sexuality, but never enough to be persuaded by their attempts to charm me. Living in California, I found myself hooked into the lesbian community rather easily. Mostly this involved a group of female friends that I could rely on. Lovers have come and gone, some of which have remained friends. After Sherry left me, I moved out to the valley with Alice. I was a little nervous about sharing a home with Alice, it was clear that she was attracted to me. I had no such feelings toward her, but I liked her and respected that she was more experienced with taking care of herself and a home. Alice, who is also 8 years older than me, assured me that she would be a good roommate and not try and take advantage of me. Alice is more a classic dike. She likes to strap on a worker’s belt, and she can fix most anything. She had found this great house that sat right on a river. The area was also dense with trees. Our neighborhood consisted of around twenty houses, which were spread out within lush amounts of greenery. With all the trees, the river and fences, everyone’s homes were rather private. It was the kind of neighborhood where people stayed to themselves for the most part, though there was also a sense of community. Everyone was friendly when encountered and I always felt I could contact anyone if a need or emergency should develop. That being said, neither of us, had developed any friendships with our neighbors. Alice was mostly true to her word. She respected that I had no romantic or sexual feelings for her. She would however, let me know how beautiful she thought I was. She would also often complement me on how I looked. Whenever I happened to be naked and she was present, she would make no attempt to take her eyes off my body. Being single again, I found her attraction kind of reassuring. When we would get drunk together, her admiration would go a little over the top. A couple of times I gave in and let her go down on me. What the hell, it’s not to bad to enjoy a tongue massage, even if you have no romantic feelings toward the masseuse.

I have always been comfortable with being naked. I love to feel the sun on my skin. I feel more energetic and healthy when my skin is brown and tanned. It’s not a look I set out to achieve, I just like being naked and in the sun. The weather in the valley was usually so nice that any afternoon I had off, I would usually be in the backyard lying on a towel, naked with a beverage and a book. Every once in a while, I would hear my neighbor working in his garden, which was against our shared fence. I was pretty sure he could see me to some degree. I could kind of make out his movement through the slits between planks. The nudist in me just didn’t care and perhaps I even fantasized a little about how I must have been giving him a bit of a thrill—even if he couldn’t see me very well. Alice and I had met him and his girlfriend one day but that had been the extent of our contact.

One beautiful summer Sunday, Alice and I had been to a Sunday brunch party and had both got rather high on champagne. We had the luxury of not having to drive since our friends had picked us up and dropped us off. When we arrived home, there was our neighbor Scott, shirt off working on his front landscaping. We were all giggly and happy, which made him stop his work and give us a smile of approval. He even commented that it looked like we were having a good day. We agreed with his assessment and invited him to join us for a drink. He happily put down his shovel and followed us into our home. Alice then discovered that we had no champagne and she wanted more. Scott graciously suggested he drive, which we happily accepted. We took his two-seater, vintage Mercedes convertible. We helped him take off its hard top and we were soon driving through the warm air. The drive to a store from our remote part of the valley takes about a half hour. This gave us some time to get to know each other. He seemed unfazed that we were lesbians. I found myself emphasizing that we were not a couple, while Alice kept quiet. He confessed to enjoy knowing there was a naked beautiful woman happily lying on just the other side of his fence. I giggled and affirmed that I figured he had seen me. Scott is such a calm relaxed man that it was really comfortable to be in his presence—even for Alice who does not trust men easily. Things got more fun on the way back. Going to the store, both us girls had squeezed into the passenger seat. On the return we asked Scott if it was ok for us to put our butts on the back of the car while our feet hung inside its area behind the front seats. As the breeze blew our hair every which way, we all sang along with the radio. After conferring with Alice, I asked Scott if he would mind if we took our tops off? He just smiled. I freed my petite boobies and Alice joined me in freeing her more substantial breasts. What a wonderful sense of freedom to be driving down the lonesome country road topless, singing to the heavens. Scott’s smile grew when he adjusted the rearview mirror so that he had an ongoing view of our chests. We just waved at the two cars that passed us, going the opposite direction. Hopefully they just enjoyed our enthusiasm.

Upon our arrival home, Scott suggested we take our newly acquired champagne and enjoy it in his special hot tub. Turns out that his house has an inner courtyard open to the stars with a sunken spa in the middle of the patio. We all dropped our remaining clothes and merged into the warm swirling water—accompanied with some glasses of tongue teasing, delicious bubbles…

The rest of this story is too X-rated for an Omar T novel, wink, wink ☺. Though, you can enjoy the final third by getting a copy of the RM Blake collection of erotic short stories, called, “Erotic Reflections.”

Buy on "Erotic Reflections" RM Blake

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