I could feel his eyes on me as I danced with two of his former lovers both of whom I was currently courting, if that word isn’t too ancient. When the song was over, the girls both headed outside for a smoke so I sat down beside him and we small talked about music for a while. We’d always had an easy repartee in the two years we’d known each other. I wished I had his talent and he, my experience.
“How do you do it, man?” he chuckled.
“What are you talking about?”
“You walk into a room and everyone perks up. The women all look your way, make a point to come up and hug you…”
“It’s just that I’m no threat to them.”
“Bullshit, man. It’s charisma, dude. Sometimes I feel when I’m onstage I can conquer the world, you know, that I could have any chick in the room.” I shake my head agreeing wholeheartedly. I’d been talking to a girl just tonight who stopped mid-sentence when he came onstage and ignored me until he walked off. “But then I get out in the crowd, I feel like a phony. That they see through me.”
I laugh, “Are you a phony?”
“Of course, aren’t we all?”
“Yes. So why work so hard at it. We’re all ‘onstage’ all the time even at our most sincere. We act differently around one parent then we do around another, for example. We even spend inordinate amounts of time fooling ourselves everyday. The key is to accept that and not work so hard consciously trying to be something other than just being acceptant of who you are.”
He thought for a moment and asked, “So what is it with these women? Don’t take this the wrong way but you’re 20, even 30 years older than some of them and they just adore you. Not that, I mean, not that you aren’t charismatic and all. Shit, this sounds like I’m calling you old…”
“I am old. You are half my age and thanks for not mentioning ‘past my prime’, ‘hairy’ or ‘older than their fathers’. I just don’t feel it most of the time. In my head I’m in my late 30s, thus the attraction to 25 year olds.” Two young women walk by and smile overhearing me.
“See!” he marvels.
“They were looking at you, dude.”
“No way, man. Whatever. My point is, I’d fuck you if I thought some of that charisma would rub off on me.”
“Oh really?” Now, I’m cracking up. “How high are you?”
“No man. The shit pores off of you. I noticed the first time I met you. People like your attention. I watch women and men both put their eyes in your direction all night long. It’s like wherever you are there must be something going on.”
Right. “Well, send them over. I’m a lonely old perv.” He laughs and I continue, “Why are you so worried? Every woman I’m interested in wants to sleep with you. You’re a sexy, young, buff rock star with a deadly smile. I don’t get it.”
“Probably because they know they can have me. I’m an easy mark. A notch for their street cred, nothing permanent.”
“Ha. Yeah, me too.” Jokingly but I realize, “Aren’t we sort of in the same boat? You follow your dick around like most studs your age, which makes you not only a conquest of sorts but also someone they want to attach themselves to. The lure of that big, illusive fish in the pond. Untamable. They want to be the one that captures you and settles you down. Then I am as ready for action as you are but at my age impermanence is part of the pitch. ‘Fuck me while you still have the chance.’”
“So now you’re trying to turn me on with your sly, self-deprecating wit?”
“Oh, that’s what it is? I’m just being me or a version of me that is custom tailored to you.”
“Ah-ha. So that’s what attracts them.”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t seal the deal. That’s what gets harder and harder over the years.”
“You get harder and harder over the years? Just keep talking. Whatever you’re doing is working.”
“Are you hitting on me?”
“That was my next question,” he smiles.
Now, we’re having fun. Listing each others attributes and going completely over the top. Mentioning shoelaces, hip swagger, bracelets, hip turns of phrase, retro bell-bottoms…on and on. Funny.
“I think all of the beer’s gone,” he muses after we both shut up long enough to watch a couple of girls kissing in a corner while they wait for the restroom. “Let’s go. The girls will never miss us.”
“Yes, they will.”
“Good.” There’s that cocky, youthful carelessness.
Once in his car, talk gravitates back to the gig. Easier than the unspoken weirdness of the unknown that we are actually in the process of chasing across town. His house was a mess of a place as expected of a band dwelling. His roomies were still drunkenly jamming at the after-party as we left but here the house was quiet for a change.
“Come on back…uh, drink? Joint?” but before I could answer he flipped on the light switch and I followed him down the hall. “Close the door,” he said, pulling a half-filled cap-less fifth of Jack off the nightstand next to the disheveled bed. We each took a sip; he set it on the floor and then walked me two steps backwards with his hand on my chest until my back was against the door and his face inches from mine.
“I’ve been told you’re a great kisser,” he said directly, looking at my lips.
“I’ve been told I kiss like a lesbian,” I retorted truthfully. The stirring below my belt at his daring, wide smile momentarily distracted me from his incoming kiss. It was wet, soft and not tentative but not all-forceful tongue lashing like the average hormonal 23-year-old.
“A lesbian with a mustache,” he smiled before interrupting my laughter again with his anxious mouth.
I could feel his excitement building as his hips pressed against mine. He pulled back slightly and said with a hint of hesitation, “Ever done this before?”
“Been kissed by a man while being pressed against a door by his raging hard-on? Uh, no.”
“Me neither,” he stated and with a hand on either side of my head, he pushed it back and up and bends to kiss down my neck to my chest. I spin him so that he’s the one backed up to the door and he grabs my shoulders and softly but decidedly pushes me down to my knees in front of him. I can feel the heat of his manhood through the straining fabric of his jeans. He yanks off his belt with one swift motion and I unzip his fly, the musky scent of his flesh hits my senses just as his spring-loaded member just misses my chin on its leap towards his taut belly. He pulls his t-shirt up over his head but I notice only his long, thick cock jutting skyward. My mouth instinctively caresses the thick ridge from its base up to his mushroom glans. Just as I reach that perfect head, I spin him around to face the wall and slap his ass three sharp times. He winces and moans as I spread his cheeks to lap at his hairless pink star. It takes no time before he is swaying his ass back and forth, his breath slowly increasing speed. Reaching down I unleash my stone-like appendage, dropping my pants as I stand behind him, leaning my weight into him. He bows his head between his crossed arms, which support him against the door.
“What do you want?” I ask. He mumbles something quietly. “I can’t hear you,” I whisper as I slap his ass again and reach around to briefly but tightly squeeze his magnificent hard-on.
“Fuck me now. Please. Fuck my ass, sir.”
This boy is a natural. I spit twice on my hand and ready my swelling head, which practically leaps towards his waiting asshole. I press slowly, instructing, “Push.” In short order, my large pulsing head enters him with a pop and he sucks in his breath and then says, through clenched lips, the side of his face pressed against the door, “Don’t stop. Slowly please…sir.”
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Thursday, September 13, 2012
FALL PLANTING - pt. 1
She worked garden dept. down the hill at the big home center where I shopped. She was young and radiant. Five foot one or two, perfect glowing skin even in the shadows under the brim of her hat. Small Latina, thin-waisted, shapely hips, small but round behind in jeans poking out of the back of her green gardener's apron. Her hair jet black and slowly, almost imperceptibly waving with the methodical movement of her right arm, back and forth as she watered the shrubs. The flowering greens were begging to spring from their 5 gallon containers into moist earth somewhere else but would surely miss her daily affections.
I'd never seen her there before. She was new to town which I found out by asking for directions to the nearest good Vietnamese food. She laughed and said, "They are everywhere but the best is the Pho spot a mile further on the right. Mmmm. Wish I could join you they are to die for."
We talked perennials, watering, climate etc. She seemed well versed in all things garden. I was in dire need of advice with my gray thumbs and it being late in the season. Just enough time left to get things into the ground and for the roots to take hold. I lived about 40 minutes away and 3000 feet higher where the first hard frost could come at any time. Little did I know my own cold snap would be breaking soon.
“What are you up to? You seem to, sort of, be up to something fun?” She smiled slyly frm under her straw hat eyes darting up from her plants and quickly back down to the task at hand.
I told her I was just down from the mountains for supplies and maybe a bite to eat. She said she’d love to go up there and “play around” sometime. I, of course, took that to mean with me. I suddenly grew balls.
“Well, what time do you get out of here?” At that, she chortled a bit, wide smile spreading like she'd just thrown out a line and immediately got a big hit on the lure. It was 5pm and she was going to be there until midnight on this Labor Day Monday.
“Why don’t you go to a movie or something and grab a bite and come pick me up at 12. We can go up there and look at the stars. I can help you plant tomorrow, I’m off.” Why was I not at all suspicious or more accurately trepidatious? This girl didn’t know me from Adam.
“Why me?” I queried when I came to my senses and noticed her looking at from the corner of her eyes, waiting.
“I feel loneliness in your eyes but also great empathy. You don’t worry me.” Who was she, Don Juan?
What could I say to that? How about, “How old are you?”
“I’m 19. Not jailbait, if that’s the question.” She guffawed abruptly and walked over and kissed me on the cheek, splashing a bit of water from her hose on my shoes. “Oops,” she giggles.
“Maybe you should hose yourself down,” I smiled.
“Nah, you wouldn’t want that…just yet.”
Why was I suddenly, head over heels, completely bowled over. Ready for anything. Feeling fearless, sexy, interesting, wanted. Would I make it through the night in one piece? Did it matter?
“Could you bring me something to eat, later?” She was practically cooing. Looking coy, her top teeth over her bottom lip, eyes averted and fluttering a bit. What an actress. She knew I'd bitten. I wanted to take her right there on top of the chrysanthemums.
“Any preference?”
“Surprise me.”
“That’s your department, obviously.”
“Get outta here, before you get soaked. I’ll see you later.” I turned and couldn’t stop smiling as I pushed my cart full of things that grow out towards my truck. “Hey…don’t forget to pay for that stuff.” I turned to see her bent at the waist laughing.
I'd never seen her there before. She was new to town which I found out by asking for directions to the nearest good Vietnamese food. She laughed and said, "They are everywhere but the best is the Pho spot a mile further on the right. Mmmm. Wish I could join you they are to die for."
We talked perennials, watering, climate etc. She seemed well versed in all things garden. I was in dire need of advice with my gray thumbs and it being late in the season. Just enough time left to get things into the ground and for the roots to take hold. I lived about 40 minutes away and 3000 feet higher where the first hard frost could come at any time. Little did I know my own cold snap would be breaking soon.
“What are you up to? You seem to, sort of, be up to something fun?” She smiled slyly frm under her straw hat eyes darting up from her plants and quickly back down to the task at hand.
I told her I was just down from the mountains for supplies and maybe a bite to eat. She said she’d love to go up there and “play around” sometime. I, of course, took that to mean with me. I suddenly grew balls.
“Well, what time do you get out of here?” At that, she chortled a bit, wide smile spreading like she'd just thrown out a line and immediately got a big hit on the lure. It was 5pm and she was going to be there until midnight on this Labor Day Monday.
“Why don’t you go to a movie or something and grab a bite and come pick me up at 12. We can go up there and look at the stars. I can help you plant tomorrow, I’m off.” Why was I not at all suspicious or more accurately trepidatious? This girl didn’t know me from Adam.
“Why me?” I queried when I came to my senses and noticed her looking at from the corner of her eyes, waiting.
“I feel loneliness in your eyes but also great empathy. You don’t worry me.” Who was she, Don Juan?
What could I say to that? How about, “How old are you?”
“I’m 19. Not jailbait, if that’s the question.” She guffawed abruptly and walked over and kissed me on the cheek, splashing a bit of water from her hose on my shoes. “Oops,” she giggles.
“Maybe you should hose yourself down,” I smiled.
“Nah, you wouldn’t want that…just yet.”
Why was I suddenly, head over heels, completely bowled over. Ready for anything. Feeling fearless, sexy, interesting, wanted. Would I make it through the night in one piece? Did it matter?
“Could you bring me something to eat, later?” She was practically cooing. Looking coy, her top teeth over her bottom lip, eyes averted and fluttering a bit. What an actress. She knew I'd bitten. I wanted to take her right there on top of the chrysanthemums.
“Any preference?”
“Surprise me.”
“That’s your department, obviously.”
“Get outta here, before you get soaked. I’ll see you later.” I turned and couldn’t stop smiling as I pushed my cart full of things that grow out towards my truck. “Hey…don’t forget to pay for that stuff.” I turned to see her bent at the waist laughing.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
THE EYES HAVE IT
Concert at The Echo, bands I don't know. I crawl in solo and early, walking around before the show, making quick eye contact with a brunette in a hippie dress. Green eyes. Young. Half my age (isn’t everyone?). I get a drink at the bar, move around behind her 20 feet or so back. She’s obviously with some tall, galoot in a plaid shirt. He’s yammering at her about his job, what he does. Her eyes dart around the periphery and back to him when she thinks he’s looking at her, feigning interest. He never asks her a question, or even pauses to allow her a random innocuous comment. In fact, he doesn’t seem to really care if she is listening at all, he just presumes so. For the most part he keeps his eyes up in the rafters as he speaks. Glancing at the stage lights, the big, dark speakers hanging precariously in the corners of the room playing some decent, if non-descript CD of post-apocalyptic, West Coast, 80s punk.
She feels my eyes on her. I look up and down her body slowly, memorizing. She’s wearing a loose, hippie-type dress. Summery, muslin perhaps, short above her knees but low-cut with a little cleavage and a necklace I can’t quite see from 10 feet away in the darkened club. She feels my eyes on her, catching me looking her over. When he glances away from her, rambling, she smiles slightly and glances directly in my eyes. I do not avert. This goes on all during the first act, repeating like the incessant bass line. She seems to know the words to all of the songs. I know none of them. She’s obviously a regular and me just a newbie fan who hadn’t even heard of this band until the night before.
During the break I sit on edge of the stage and watch the crowd mill about. Some mating dances, lots of 20-somethings out for a night of rock n roll with packs of friends. She must be on a first date because who would hang with this moron more than once. Almost every time I look at her she is either already looking at me or turns her eyes slightly trying to be nonchalant and not obvious about it. Why her interest in me, I’m unsure. Other than the fact that my fearlessness at making eye contact might be a bit irregular for someone of her beauty and then again, perhaps I'm obviously just forward enough considering her hovering suitor.
During main band’s set, all sexy 70s harmonies and 90s grungy guitars with flashes of Bakersfield honky-tonk twang. She video tapes the whole thing. While the three guitarist front men are much closer to her age, she doesn’t sing along this set but keeps glancing away from her screen and out of the corner of her eye at me. She has positioned herself between the finally quiet boyfriend and the sweat-wet singers and her date is none the wiser. This has got to be a first date or perhaps the closing moments of something gone on too listlessly long.
Before the encore, he runs off with his peanut bladder, and I figure, impulsively, that I only have a minute or two. I take five steps to my left. Eyes locked on hers, her camera is at her side. Everyone else must presume I'm lurching, aching for rock star proximity in the pit when actually I’m scooching to the right over to her side to say, “Your red light is still on.”
“A-----”, she says her name softly, as if a forbidden secret shared.
“Hi. Who’s the guy? What’s is story?”
“He’s boring. He went to get one for the road. You really want HIS story?”
“No, just yours. You, live in town?”
“Yes, Silver Lake. I’m 25. You?”
“That’s two answers. I only asked one…I live in the mountains.”
“Nice…(she waits)”
“54, though I look MUCH younger.”
She giggles. “Older than my dad,” with a big beautiful smile.
Now it’s my turn to say, “Nice.” She laughs out loud.
“Great hiking up there waiting for you, come on up for a visit.” I smile big. She grins big back. I can’t believe how easy it is to just invite this stranger to my moungtain home, miles away. I’m kind of amazed myself. My balls hurt, they are so big. But I figured the dude would be back any minute. “Seen these guys before?” I ask, meaning the band.
“Seen the opener but not the other guys. You?”
“Nope. But they were awesome.” She giggles again. “You like Jeff Beck?...not Beck, Jeff Beck the guitarist?” Now, I’m throwing it out there fast. I am so sick of wasting time especially when I have nothing to lose.
“Sure, he’s got a girl on bass.” I don’t tell her it’s not that band anymore but I’m impressed she knows that.
“I thinking about trying to get tickets to see him in Pomona tomorrow night. Can I call you in the morning?”
She just recites me her number. Hold on…” I scramble for my phone. She repeats it and I get it in without area code, furtively glancing up to see “Mr. First Date” Coming from across the room, walking slowly concentrating to not spill his two full beers.
I start to ask a question, which she anticipates, “323.”
She was about 5’2”, natural, unpretentious looking girl, brunette, curly Joan Osborne type angelic hair. Pale skin. Curvy, dimpled smile. Eyes green like emerald pools. Nice body from what I could see. Not super skinny but not fat either. I liked that she was direct, only shy in the first 30 seconds of me approaching. She looked directly into my eyes when not casually looking around for her dude checking his whereabouts. She seemed very comfortable with my attentions. Quite nonchalant and natural. Wow.
Looking up, I see he’s about 10 feet away, and closing, hands soaked. She has both of their coats in her arms and he tries to hand her a beer and of course, doesn’t reach to help with the coats. Doofus.
Fortuitously, I get a call from my buddy who told me about the show. I turn and look down at my cell before the guy gets that I’m chatting up his girl. Stand there acting busy, texting, “I’m talking to a hottie.” I put my phone to my ear and then glance up at her and she mouths the words, “Call me,” as he leads her to one of the little tables that were emptying out over by the side wall. I head outside, leaning against a car parked curbside, hoping for one last glance. After about ten minutes, they get booted and stroll out into the night. As they pass my post, I look into her eyes and stick my hand against my chest and make it flutter. She smiles and walks by in Moron’s yammering wake.
I can barely sleep all night, anxious to call her. I wait until 11 a.m. the next morning, Sheer will power, I was thinking she was probably up late and didn’t want her to think I was too anxious. She answered on the second ring and said, before I had a chance to speak, “’Bout time you called.”
“How’d you know it was me?” I laughed.
“I recognized the area code. You sure were forward last night,” I hear the teasing under-her-breath smile curving the vorners of her mouth as she speaks.
“I apologize but I just couldn’t risk not seeing that look in your eyes again.”
“…or the chance of seeing me naked.” Boy, this girl was direct, pretty intense for a girl her age. I felt exhilarated but also a bit trepidatious thinking I should probably keep on my toes.
“So are we going to that concert tonight or is this a booty call?”
“Well, do you have a preference?” Two could play this game.
“How about you come over and fuck me and then we decide?” I had no problem agreeing to that but wanted to make her wonder for a moment. “What makes you presume I want to fuck you?” I queried, unconvincingly.
She hung up.
Oh shit. Now, who’s the doofus? But I could practically hear her laugh in the silence of her far-off room. On the tenth ring she picked up, torturing me.
“So that didn’t take long to decide, now did it?” she sounded reserved but playful, but what did I know, I hardly knew her. “Did it?” This time she said it a bit more forcefully.
“I will do whatever you want me to do, young lady.” She had me and I tested the waters to make sure she was ready and willing as she implied.
“In private, you call me Mistress Ann. I presume you know how to pay me proper respect when you address me?”
“Yes, Mistress Ann.”
“Good. Now when I am ready, I will text you my address and I will expect you there within the hour. I want you on your knees at my front door when I answer it. Barefoot. Now, go clean yourself up.”
“Yes, Mistress Ann.”
She feels my eyes on her. I look up and down her body slowly, memorizing. She’s wearing a loose, hippie-type dress. Summery, muslin perhaps, short above her knees but low-cut with a little cleavage and a necklace I can’t quite see from 10 feet away in the darkened club. She feels my eyes on her, catching me looking her over. When he glances away from her, rambling, she smiles slightly and glances directly in my eyes. I do not avert. This goes on all during the first act, repeating like the incessant bass line. She seems to know the words to all of the songs. I know none of them. She’s obviously a regular and me just a newbie fan who hadn’t even heard of this band until the night before.
During the break I sit on edge of the stage and watch the crowd mill about. Some mating dances, lots of 20-somethings out for a night of rock n roll with packs of friends. She must be on a first date because who would hang with this moron more than once. Almost every time I look at her she is either already looking at me or turns her eyes slightly trying to be nonchalant and not obvious about it. Why her interest in me, I’m unsure. Other than the fact that my fearlessness at making eye contact might be a bit irregular for someone of her beauty and then again, perhaps I'm obviously just forward enough considering her hovering suitor.
During main band’s set, all sexy 70s harmonies and 90s grungy guitars with flashes of Bakersfield honky-tonk twang. She video tapes the whole thing. While the three guitarist front men are much closer to her age, she doesn’t sing along this set but keeps glancing away from her screen and out of the corner of her eye at me. She has positioned herself between the finally quiet boyfriend and the sweat-wet singers and her date is none the wiser. This has got to be a first date or perhaps the closing moments of something gone on too listlessly long.
Before the encore, he runs off with his peanut bladder, and I figure, impulsively, that I only have a minute or two. I take five steps to my left. Eyes locked on hers, her camera is at her side. Everyone else must presume I'm lurching, aching for rock star proximity in the pit when actually I’m scooching to the right over to her side to say, “Your red light is still on.”
“A-----”, she says her name softly, as if a forbidden secret shared.
“Hi. Who’s the guy? What’s is story?”
“He’s boring. He went to get one for the road. You really want HIS story?”
“No, just yours. You, live in town?”
“Yes, Silver Lake. I’m 25. You?”
“That’s two answers. I only asked one…I live in the mountains.”
“Nice…(she waits)”
“54, though I look MUCH younger.”
She giggles. “Older than my dad,” with a big beautiful smile.
Now it’s my turn to say, “Nice.” She laughs out loud.
“Great hiking up there waiting for you, come on up for a visit.” I smile big. She grins big back. I can’t believe how easy it is to just invite this stranger to my moungtain home, miles away. I’m kind of amazed myself. My balls hurt, they are so big. But I figured the dude would be back any minute. “Seen these guys before?” I ask, meaning the band.
“Seen the opener but not the other guys. You?”
“Nope. But they were awesome.” She giggles again. “You like Jeff Beck?...not Beck, Jeff Beck the guitarist?” Now, I’m throwing it out there fast. I am so sick of wasting time especially when I have nothing to lose.
“Sure, he’s got a girl on bass.” I don’t tell her it’s not that band anymore but I’m impressed she knows that.
“I thinking about trying to get tickets to see him in Pomona tomorrow night. Can I call you in the morning?”
She just recites me her number. Hold on…” I scramble for my phone. She repeats it and I get it in without area code, furtively glancing up to see “Mr. First Date” Coming from across the room, walking slowly concentrating to not spill his two full beers.
I start to ask a question, which she anticipates, “323.”
She was about 5’2”, natural, unpretentious looking girl, brunette, curly Joan Osborne type angelic hair. Pale skin. Curvy, dimpled smile. Eyes green like emerald pools. Nice body from what I could see. Not super skinny but not fat either. I liked that she was direct, only shy in the first 30 seconds of me approaching. She looked directly into my eyes when not casually looking around for her dude checking his whereabouts. She seemed very comfortable with my attentions. Quite nonchalant and natural. Wow.
Looking up, I see he’s about 10 feet away, and closing, hands soaked. She has both of their coats in her arms and he tries to hand her a beer and of course, doesn’t reach to help with the coats. Doofus.
Fortuitously, I get a call from my buddy who told me about the show. I turn and look down at my cell before the guy gets that I’m chatting up his girl. Stand there acting busy, texting, “I’m talking to a hottie.” I put my phone to my ear and then glance up at her and she mouths the words, “Call me,” as he leads her to one of the little tables that were emptying out over by the side wall. I head outside, leaning against a car parked curbside, hoping for one last glance. After about ten minutes, they get booted and stroll out into the night. As they pass my post, I look into her eyes and stick my hand against my chest and make it flutter. She smiles and walks by in Moron’s yammering wake.
I can barely sleep all night, anxious to call her. I wait until 11 a.m. the next morning, Sheer will power, I was thinking she was probably up late and didn’t want her to think I was too anxious. She answered on the second ring and said, before I had a chance to speak, “’Bout time you called.”
“How’d you know it was me?” I laughed.
“I recognized the area code. You sure were forward last night,” I hear the teasing under-her-breath smile curving the vorners of her mouth as she speaks.
“I apologize but I just couldn’t risk not seeing that look in your eyes again.”
“…or the chance of seeing me naked.” Boy, this girl was direct, pretty intense for a girl her age. I felt exhilarated but also a bit trepidatious thinking I should probably keep on my toes.
“So are we going to that concert tonight or is this a booty call?”
“Well, do you have a preference?” Two could play this game.
“How about you come over and fuck me and then we decide?” I had no problem agreeing to that but wanted to make her wonder for a moment. “What makes you presume I want to fuck you?” I queried, unconvincingly.
She hung up.
Oh shit. Now, who’s the doofus? But I could practically hear her laugh in the silence of her far-off room. On the tenth ring she picked up, torturing me.
“So that didn’t take long to decide, now did it?” she sounded reserved but playful, but what did I know, I hardly knew her. “Did it?” This time she said it a bit more forcefully.
“I will do whatever you want me to do, young lady.” She had me and I tested the waters to make sure she was ready and willing as she implied.
“In private, you call me Mistress Ann. I presume you know how to pay me proper respect when you address me?”
“Yes, Mistress Ann.”
“Good. Now when I am ready, I will text you my address and I will expect you there within the hour. I want you on your knees at my front door when I answer it. Barefoot. Now, go clean yourself up.”
“Yes, Mistress Ann.”
Thursday, June 19, 2008
POST-DIVORCE DEBAUCHERY
I was inspired by a member on AdultFriendFinder with her post called "what a year!" to note my new, sexy and fun accomplishments of the past four years since my divorce. Hopefully, this we be a constantly evolving list.
* Became a fully confident, sexually satisfied human being and most importantly learned to not define myself by who I was with and whether or not I was in a relationship. Finally, figured out that it was ME who made ME happy not someone else’s responsibility.
* Found that being polyamorous is not just an excuse to fool around, but also a chance to love and share and respect your partner(s) deeply. That polyamory has nothing to do with being promiscuous or with lack of commitment, love or devotion. In fact, it's all about deep commitment to honesty, sharing, openness and the happiness of your partner.
* Learned how to lose a great deal of my inhibitions
* Realized that yes, I am kinkier than most but still blown away by some of you all out there i.e. there’s always room for new insights ☺
* Became multi-orgasmic. Learned how to injaculate and men, it is worth the effort…way worth the effort.
* Became fully comfortable with my bi-tendencies and fantasies and anxious to find the right man to make them a reality. (I'm way picky, boys so be patient)
* Learned that my previous idea of what was sexually attractive was not only limiting but completely off-base…you are ALL gorgeous.
* Learned to have a lot more self-confidence in bed and in life.
* Started a sex blog that has become incredibly fun after years of secret journaling.
* Discovered that I love ass play and light bondage and discipline and role-playing even more than I ever thought.
* Re-entered a feverish and loving sexual relationship with an ex-lover from 27 years ago (who has been in a long, sexless marriage she is currently freeing herself from) and it’s SO much more passionate and sensual and intense than ever before. She is extremely responsive and open to many of my new sexual explorations and is as romantic and loving as anyone I have ever met. I adore every minute with her.
* Had phone sex for the first time and with my various lovers that shook the rooftops and allowed my verbal tendencies a new outlet.
* Had transcendent sex that totally changed my life spiritually and sexually after working through the initial confusion and misplaced emotional roller coaster that it began.
* Began a sexual tryst, a sort of more well-defined and heady “fuck buddy” regular scene with an “exploratory partner” that opened so many doors and realized so many fantasies and in spite of our early “rules” found us both just falling wonderfully for each other in an incredibly open, giving, sharing and non-clinging way that still reveals a wonderful depth of emotion and trust between us whether or not we are currently trysting.
* Had an orgy with two male old friends and two beautiful working girls that was just a blast.
* Had sexual relations with women 2, 13, 15, 25 and 28 years my junior.
* Admitted my bi-curiousness to a large handful of good friends and got nothing but positive reactions.
What
* Had sex with 2 different women in a 48 hour period.
* Had a woman lick my asshole. Amazing.
* Got fucked in the ass with fingers and toys by two different women. Wow.
* Fucked two different women in the ass a few times. Incredible.
* Stared into the eyes of a woman while she licked pussy for the first time of a woman who had never been with another woman.
* Got experience dominating and being submissive to a woman (with two different women together and three separately on a few occasions) using, whips, restraints, flogging, cuffs, tied one to a saddle, nipple clamps, dirty language, blindfolds, satin, food, candle wax, oils, dildos, vibrators, cock rings, feathers, silk dust and more…needless to say I am a full switch...
* Had my first threesome with two women: one who had minimal experience in group situations and the other who had zero experience with groups and zero experiences with women. I am officially and completely hooked.
* Had my cock sucked on at the same time by two women.
* Being tied and spanked and dominated by two women who took turns showing each other new tricks. Yum.
Where
(Most not actual firsts but fun none-the-less)
* Had sex in my shower in my new apartment (first time there)
* Had sex in my bed there also (first time there)
* Had sex in the hallway in my West Coast home (first time there)
* Have now had sex in every room of my West Coast home except for the basement
* Had sex in a hot tub for the first time
* Got a hand job in the car on Pacific Coast Highway
* Got a blow job in a strip joint (first time ever)
* Got a hand job on a train between NY and Philly (first time ever)
* Had sex in numerous hotel rooms
* Got a hand job in the open on a couch in a dark restaurant (first time)
* Pulled out my cock and rubbed up against my girlfriend in a phone booth in a restaurant (first time ever)
* Got passionate in numerous elevators (no sex yet but give us time)
* Accidentally ripped the headboard off the wall in a swanky Santa Monica hotel during my first new sex with my former/and newly rediscovered lover.
How Many
* my first and second threesomes (two different groups of girls – both FMF)
* my first bi-phone sex three-way. Me and a M friend on one end hovering over the speaker phone with my EXP on the other end of the line.
* More sexual partners in one year than in any previous year
* More different dating partners than I have ever had in a two-year period (actual sexual and non-sexual dates not including strip clubs…)
And this all before signing on to AdultFriendFinder...hmmm
* Became a fully confident, sexually satisfied human being and most importantly learned to not define myself by who I was with and whether or not I was in a relationship. Finally, figured out that it was ME who made ME happy not someone else’s responsibility.
* Found that being polyamorous is not just an excuse to fool around, but also a chance to love and share and respect your partner(s) deeply. That polyamory has nothing to do with being promiscuous or with lack of commitment, love or devotion. In fact, it's all about deep commitment to honesty, sharing, openness and the happiness of your partner.
* Learned how to lose a great deal of my inhibitions
* Realized that yes, I am kinkier than most but still blown away by some of you all out there i.e. there’s always room for new insights ☺
* Became multi-orgasmic. Learned how to injaculate and men, it is worth the effort…way worth the effort.
* Became fully comfortable with my bi-tendencies and fantasies and anxious to find the right man to make them a reality. (I'm way picky, boys so be patient)
* Learned that my previous idea of what was sexually attractive was not only limiting but completely off-base…you are ALL gorgeous.
* Learned to have a lot more self-confidence in bed and in life.
* Started a sex blog that has become incredibly fun after years of secret journaling.
* Discovered that I love ass play and light bondage and discipline and role-playing even more than I ever thought.
* Re-entered a feverish and loving sexual relationship with an ex-lover from 27 years ago (who has been in a long, sexless marriage she is currently freeing herself from) and it’s SO much more passionate and sensual and intense than ever before. She is extremely responsive and open to many of my new sexual explorations and is as romantic and loving as anyone I have ever met. I adore every minute with her.
* Had phone sex for the first time and with my various lovers that shook the rooftops and allowed my verbal tendencies a new outlet.
* Had transcendent sex that totally changed my life spiritually and sexually after working through the initial confusion and misplaced emotional roller coaster that it began.
* Began a sexual tryst, a sort of more well-defined and heady “fuck buddy” regular scene with an “exploratory partner” that opened so many doors and realized so many fantasies and in spite of our early “rules” found us both just falling wonderfully for each other in an incredibly open, giving, sharing and non-clinging way that still reveals a wonderful depth of emotion and trust between us whether or not we are currently trysting.
* Had an orgy with two male old friends and two beautiful working girls that was just a blast.
* Had sexual relations with women 2, 13, 15, 25 and 28 years my junior.
* Admitted my bi-curiousness to a large handful of good friends and got nothing but positive reactions.
What
* Had sex with 2 different women in a 48 hour period.
* Had a woman lick my asshole. Amazing.
* Got fucked in the ass with fingers and toys by two different women. Wow.
* Fucked two different women in the ass a few times. Incredible.
* Stared into the eyes of a woman while she licked pussy for the first time of a woman who had never been with another woman.
* Got experience dominating and being submissive to a woman (with two different women together and three separately on a few occasions) using, whips, restraints, flogging, cuffs, tied one to a saddle, nipple clamps, dirty language, blindfolds, satin, food, candle wax, oils, dildos, vibrators, cock rings, feathers, silk dust and more…needless to say I am a full switch...
* Had my first threesome with two women: one who had minimal experience in group situations and the other who had zero experience with groups and zero experiences with women. I am officially and completely hooked.
* Had my cock sucked on at the same time by two women.
* Being tied and spanked and dominated by two women who took turns showing each other new tricks. Yum.
Where
(Most not actual firsts but fun none-the-less)
* Had sex in my shower in my new apartment (first time there)
* Had sex in my bed there also (first time there)
* Had sex in the hallway in my West Coast home (first time there)
* Have now had sex in every room of my West Coast home except for the basement
* Had sex in a hot tub for the first time
* Got a hand job in the car on Pacific Coast Highway
* Got a blow job in a strip joint (first time ever)
* Got a hand job on a train between NY and Philly (first time ever)
* Had sex in numerous hotel rooms
* Got a hand job in the open on a couch in a dark restaurant (first time)
* Pulled out my cock and rubbed up against my girlfriend in a phone booth in a restaurant (first time ever)
* Got passionate in numerous elevators (no sex yet but give us time)
* Accidentally ripped the headboard off the wall in a swanky Santa Monica hotel during my first new sex with my former/and newly rediscovered lover.
How Many
* my first and second threesomes (two different groups of girls – both FMF)
* my first bi-phone sex three-way. Me and a M friend on one end hovering over the speaker phone with my EXP on the other end of the line.
* More sexual partners in one year than in any previous year
* More different dating partners than I have ever had in a two-year period (actual sexual and non-sexual dates not including strip clubs…)
And this all before signing on to AdultFriendFinder...hmmm
ON THE PARTY BUS PT. I
I’m on the party bus, late night, hour-long ride home from the gig in Annapolis. I put my shirt as a pillow under Shelli’s head for she has fallen asleep in the seat behind me. She is one of the most stunningly beautiful women I have ever encountered. No, seriously. So hot that my friend Paolo recently confessed that he had even followed her around campus on a couple of occasions just to not have to stop looking at her.
Her blouse has fallen open a bit and I can see her entire left nipple in the streetlight that flickers in through the open bus window. Laying my head on the back of my seat, I just stare at her, dreaming of how little rest I'd get if I found myself in bed with her each night, watching her sleep. My hand drops to my lap and in the darkness as everyone is sleeping and passed out, I feel my cock stiffen in my pants and wish I had the balls to pull it out right there.
Suddenly someone slides into the seat next to me. It is another young beauty, the birthday girl Mia who we all sang to earlier in the evening. I'd been eyeing her dancing all night in her tight-fitting, very short batik dress. A sight to behold now plopped down next to me with her bottle of Jim Beam tightly in her grip. She pushes the bottle towards me and as I pull my hand up from my crotch, she glances down and notices the pre-existing condition in my pants. I take what she’s holding and she, in turn, reaches down and gets a firm hold on what was just in my hand. As she persistently rubs my heated lap she says, “Ah ha, so you knew I was coming.”
“Are you?” I say practically out of breath from the excitement.
“In a minute,” she replies with a grin and spreads her legs invitingly. Her blue mini-dress slides up the top of her legs and I transfer the bottle to my left hand before sliding my right up the inside of her soft inner thigh. When I reach her young, panty-less crotch, I feel her slick, shaved quim already wet and awaiting my fingertips' slow caresses.
I lean over and give her a lingering kiss and she makes a soft little moan as my middle finger slips slowly into her body. She fumbles a bit for my zipper and then delicately eases it down and pulls my engorged cock out into the humid night air. All of the windows on the bus are open and there are 2-3 drunken voices reveling near the back, everyone else silent, buzzed, exhausted.
She glances down at my throbbing rod filling her small, strong hand and immediately stands and throws a leg over mine and as her skirt pulls up on its own, she slides down and impales herself on my anxiousness.
Her athletic, 22-year old body--she’s a track star, the only woman on a men’s college team—takes control and I am pinned beneath her, her soaked flesh is as tight as can be around me and she leans over to whisper in my ear, “Fill me up, baby. I can feel your heat inside.” She moves slowly so as to not attract much attention, throws her arms on top of my shoulders and pulls my face into her cleavage. I lick between her pert, young breasts and suddenly I feel a hand slip down my chest, slide directly to my right nipple. It pinches and pulls slowly with increasing pressure until the glorious pain rocks my head. Noticing that Mia’s arms are still over my shoulders, I realize that the playful nipple torturer is Shelli, her arm over the back of my seat joining in on our little party from behind us. I feel her tongue briefly at my ear and she whispers, “Save some for me, boy.”
“Oooooooooooo,” Mia is now cooing above me, her hair hanging on either side of her face. I stare up at her in the flashing freeway light. She is so very young. Flawless skin and ruby lips slightly open and breathing heavily. She grips my cock with her taut cunt and I feel her milking me up and down with her muscles only. She moves only her hips so from anywhere else in the bus all seems still. Shelli leans in and starts to kiss Mia sweetly on the neck and cheek through her hair until Mia turns to her and meets her lips daringly. In a very short time, I feel her begin to spasm and the waves start rolling up from her, her thighs wrapping tighter around me. “Fuck…oh my god…” Shelli giggles at Mia's outburst, ‘Ssssh. Quiet, baby.’
I can smell Shelli’s sweet breath in close proximity to us, as she pulls my nipple, twisting hard and slowly as I begin to feel waves of my own. “Cum, cum, cum inside me, come with me, cu..oh god…oh..” Mia was practically incoherent, squeezing and shuddering all over my cock and as she pushes all the way down onto me, her clit hitting my pubic bone, I turn and look into Shelli’s stunningly gorgeous face as I start to cum…she is smiling so big, so happy, staring into my eyes and I shiver a huge load up into this young girl…Mia grasps hard around my neck and I feel her shoulders shaking and Shelli leans over and kisses me softly on the mouth and I feel her smiling as she kisses me…
“Lucky girl,” Shelli whispers. Mia puts her hands on my shoulders, pushing back away from me and I pull her soaked hair from her face. Tears are rolling down her cheeks and she rolls her eyes saying, “FUCK!” a bit too loudly and the three of us crack up.
We quickly look around and behind us it is pretty quiet. Cute couple Didi and Paul are now making out two seats ahead of us. The kid directly in front of us is snoring through it all and across the aisle from us is a wide-eyed, angelic hippie boy trying to avert his eyes, acting as if wasn’t just witnessing this steamy scene. Mia notices him, climbs off of me and into the seat next to him, plants a big, lingering kiss on his lips and then curls up and falls asleep in his arms. He is completely shocked, the look of a deer caught in the headlights on his face.
Shelli climbs around the seat and in next to me. She bends and takes my semi-hard cock to her lips, licking the remains of Mia and I off of me before rising up to kiss me deep and long. She tucks my hardening cock back into my pants and whispers, “No wonder your girlfriends adore you so much.” I chuckle and am at a loss for words, for she is truly one of the great beauties I have ever seen. “Promise me you won’t let it go too long without having some fun with me,” she says, her lips pressed to my ear. If we weren’t so close to the end of the trip, I’d stand her on the seat on her knees and eat her pussy and ass all the way home.
“You are at the top of my list, gorgeous,” I reply.
Looking me directly in the eye, she smiled slyly, “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
Her blouse has fallen open a bit and I can see her entire left nipple in the streetlight that flickers in through the open bus window. Laying my head on the back of my seat, I just stare at her, dreaming of how little rest I'd get if I found myself in bed with her each night, watching her sleep. My hand drops to my lap and in the darkness as everyone is sleeping and passed out, I feel my cock stiffen in my pants and wish I had the balls to pull it out right there.
Suddenly someone slides into the seat next to me. It is another young beauty, the birthday girl Mia who we all sang to earlier in the evening. I'd been eyeing her dancing all night in her tight-fitting, very short batik dress. A sight to behold now plopped down next to me with her bottle of Jim Beam tightly in her grip. She pushes the bottle towards me and as I pull my hand up from my crotch, she glances down and notices the pre-existing condition in my pants. I take what she’s holding and she, in turn, reaches down and gets a firm hold on what was just in my hand. As she persistently rubs my heated lap she says, “Ah ha, so you knew I was coming.”
“Are you?” I say practically out of breath from the excitement.
“In a minute,” she replies with a grin and spreads her legs invitingly. Her blue mini-dress slides up the top of her legs and I transfer the bottle to my left hand before sliding my right up the inside of her soft inner thigh. When I reach her young, panty-less crotch, I feel her slick, shaved quim already wet and awaiting my fingertips' slow caresses.
I lean over and give her a lingering kiss and she makes a soft little moan as my middle finger slips slowly into her body. She fumbles a bit for my zipper and then delicately eases it down and pulls my engorged cock out into the humid night air. All of the windows on the bus are open and there are 2-3 drunken voices reveling near the back, everyone else silent, buzzed, exhausted.
She glances down at my throbbing rod filling her small, strong hand and immediately stands and throws a leg over mine and as her skirt pulls up on its own, she slides down and impales herself on my anxiousness.
Her athletic, 22-year old body--she’s a track star, the only woman on a men’s college team—takes control and I am pinned beneath her, her soaked flesh is as tight as can be around me and she leans over to whisper in my ear, “Fill me up, baby. I can feel your heat inside.” She moves slowly so as to not attract much attention, throws her arms on top of my shoulders and pulls my face into her cleavage. I lick between her pert, young breasts and suddenly I feel a hand slip down my chest, slide directly to my right nipple. It pinches and pulls slowly with increasing pressure until the glorious pain rocks my head. Noticing that Mia’s arms are still over my shoulders, I realize that the playful nipple torturer is Shelli, her arm over the back of my seat joining in on our little party from behind us. I feel her tongue briefly at my ear and she whispers, “Save some for me, boy.”
“Oooooooooooo,” Mia is now cooing above me, her hair hanging on either side of her face. I stare up at her in the flashing freeway light. She is so very young. Flawless skin and ruby lips slightly open and breathing heavily. She grips my cock with her taut cunt and I feel her milking me up and down with her muscles only. She moves only her hips so from anywhere else in the bus all seems still. Shelli leans in and starts to kiss Mia sweetly on the neck and cheek through her hair until Mia turns to her and meets her lips daringly. In a very short time, I feel her begin to spasm and the waves start rolling up from her, her thighs wrapping tighter around me. “Fuck…oh my god…” Shelli giggles at Mia's outburst, ‘Ssssh. Quiet, baby.’
I can smell Shelli’s sweet breath in close proximity to us, as she pulls my nipple, twisting hard and slowly as I begin to feel waves of my own. “Cum, cum, cum inside me, come with me, cu..oh god…oh..” Mia was practically incoherent, squeezing and shuddering all over my cock and as she pushes all the way down onto me, her clit hitting my pubic bone, I turn and look into Shelli’s stunningly gorgeous face as I start to cum…she is smiling so big, so happy, staring into my eyes and I shiver a huge load up into this young girl…Mia grasps hard around my neck and I feel her shoulders shaking and Shelli leans over and kisses me softly on the mouth and I feel her smiling as she kisses me…
“Lucky girl,” Shelli whispers. Mia puts her hands on my shoulders, pushing back away from me and I pull her soaked hair from her face. Tears are rolling down her cheeks and she rolls her eyes saying, “FUCK!” a bit too loudly and the three of us crack up.
We quickly look around and behind us it is pretty quiet. Cute couple Didi and Paul are now making out two seats ahead of us. The kid directly in front of us is snoring through it all and across the aisle from us is a wide-eyed, angelic hippie boy trying to avert his eyes, acting as if wasn’t just witnessing this steamy scene. Mia notices him, climbs off of me and into the seat next to him, plants a big, lingering kiss on his lips and then curls up and falls asleep in his arms. He is completely shocked, the look of a deer caught in the headlights on his face.
Shelli climbs around the seat and in next to me. She bends and takes my semi-hard cock to her lips, licking the remains of Mia and I off of me before rising up to kiss me deep and long. She tucks my hardening cock back into my pants and whispers, “No wonder your girlfriends adore you so much.” I chuckle and am at a loss for words, for she is truly one of the great beauties I have ever seen. “Promise me you won’t let it go too long without having some fun with me,” she says, her lips pressed to my ear. If we weren’t so close to the end of the trip, I’d stand her on the seat on her knees and eat her pussy and ass all the way home.
“You are at the top of my list, gorgeous,” I reply.
Looking me directly in the eye, she smiled slyly, “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
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