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Friday, December 13, 2013

FFF: Letters

I could not believe what I was reading, my dear Max.
I was all anticipation as I started to read her letter, noting her neat handwriting and the scented stationery she used. I continued.
I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised, given our mutual interest in how things used to be, that you would propose we have cyber-sex the old-fashioned way - without the cyber.
I followed your instructions. I took a hot bath and prepared myself for you. I got into bed naked, clutching your letter. I lingered over your words - how you imagine holding me, kissing me, making love to me...fucking me. I did everything your letter told me to - I pinched my nipples until I was in agony and they felt like they would burst. Only then did I touch my pussy. I was dripping wet - and you know how wet your words make me.
Her words were arousing me, and I had to unbutton my pants and stroke myself as I continued reading.
I did as you said - I kept myself close to orgasm without climaxing, imagining how you would take me...feeling every sensation.
Oh, I almost forgot. I put a tie on, and had it just tight enough that I could feel it around my throat. I could close my eyes and imagine your fingers on my throat.
I had the most intense climaxes, and I'm ready to pronounce the experiment a complete success. But I'm also ready to return to the phone and webcam.
P.S. - I cheated and used one piece of modern technology. Look in the bottom of the envelope.
xox
I reached in and pulled out a glossy photograph.

(275 words)



The challenge this week was:

Required Beginning: "I could not believe what I was reading....
Forbidden words: master, servant, postage, parchment, poisson (French version)

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Monday, December 9, 2013

More Than Expected

I got a Sunday surprise yesterday when the predicted 1-3 inches of snow and freezing rain turned into a full-fledged snowstorm. It snowed, and kept snowing, and then snowed some more. I was happy and warm inside, watching my football team flounder in the snow (they finally got it figured out in the second half.) By the time it stopped I was looking out at a completely-unexpected 8 inches.

Later, after having shoveled the driveway, I mused to the Sensual Goddess that expecting 3 inches and getting 8 pretty much sums up her experience of meeting me.

Her laugh and eye roll told me that's exactly what she was thinking too.
:-)

Friday, December 6, 2013

Penis Size by State

I'm entirely too curious. Do you think for one moment that I'm *not* clicking on a web link titled "Average Penis Size Ranked by State"? I can't for the life of me remember where I saw the link, but it was on a reasonably legitimate web site. Of course I clicked on it right away, and scanned the list for my home state. I was pleased to find it in the top half of the rankings...though I don't remember being measured for this study.

In case you're wondering which research institute or university lab is doing this kind of study, it comes from the science department at condomania.com. Laugh if you want, but we'll see who's laughing when the Nobel prizes are awarded.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to order three cases of extra-large condoms. Gotta do what I can to help my state in next year's survey!

I dare you not to click. :-)

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Happy Thanksgiving

Today is Thanksgiving here in the U.S., and I'd like to wish a happy holiday to all my blog friends and readers. I have much to be thankful for, not the least of which is this blog and the people I've gotten to know in some small way. I'm very grateful that you take the time to look in on my posts. Your presence and your feedback is very much appreciated.

Rather than accompany this post with a standard pic of a family around the table enjoying a turkey dinner, here's a seldom-seen pic of what the first Thanksgiving actually looked like. Not quite the image I had from my grade-school textbooks. Those Pilgrim girls really had it going on, huh?

Happy Thanksgiving!

Friday, November 15, 2013

FFF: Fuck Me


I gaped...speechless...then finally muttered, "Well fuck me...."

She pouted. "What's the matter? Don't you like it?"

I stammered. "Of course I like it. It's just that...."

"We agreed that we'd get one of my photographs enlarged to hang on the dining room wall. One that has special meaning to both of us."

I laughed. "That's right. I guess I thought you'd pick one of your shots from our Grand Canyon hike. Or maybe one from Aruba. Not one of our private...."

"This one's my favorite. Now help me hang it, your mother will be here for dinner in an hour."

(100 words)



The challenge this week was:

You have 100 words to make me cum (I hope this will give a smile - I'm pretty sure it won't make anyone cum.)

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Adventures in Stalking

I'm on my way home the other night, and I had to stop and get a few things at the grocery store. I got to the store entrance at the same time as a woman, who was probably a bit older than me, nondescript looking, so I paused and nodded to her to go first.

I start my shopping, pick up a few things, then go to get some yogurts. I get there, and the woman I entered the store with is getting yogurts - and her cart is right in front of the ones I'm looking for, so I stand there and wait. She puts her things in her cart, realizes that she's been blocking my way, and moves her cart. I nod at her with a half smile - *not* flirting, just trying to convey, "No problem, thanks for moving your cart." But her reaction looks like one of alarm, and I'm a little shaken as I get my yogurt.

I'm thinking, "What the hell just happened?!?" That's the kind of interaction you have with people all the time in the grocery store. Anyone who knows me knows that I don't talk to random people in public. I often feel literally invisible in public places, and I kinda like that. But she was definitely alarmed by me. Does she think I'm following her around the store? I'm quite certain I didn't do anything creepy/stalkerish. I bumped into her twice, and simply tried to be courteous both times.

Well, there's nothing to do at this point but continue my shopping and hope I don't see her again. I get a few more things, then my final stop is ice cream. I round the corner into the frozen aisle...and wouldn't you know it, there she is getting ice cream. She looks up, sees me, and her look is now undisguised fear. She hurries off, as I wonder what kind of bizarro world I've gotten caught in.

I was done my shopping, and was wary of the checkout lines. I'm pretty sure she would have maced or pepper sprayed me if I'd gotten behind her at checkout. But thankfully I didn't see her again, and got the hell out of there as quickly as I could.

Sigh....

Monday, November 4, 2013

What Made Me Start?

Advizor posted over the weekend about his meeting with Ryan Beaumont. That sounds like a lot of fun, and I'm sure there was plenty of interesting conversation.

He poses these questions:
     What made you start?
     What is your origin story? Your first episode? Your original motivation?
     Why did you become a blogger?
The short answer: I'm a vain attention whore. I find writing/blogging very rewarding as a way to express myself.

I know, I've used that joke before, but it makes me laugh because there's so much truth in it.

The longer answer: I discovered a number of things about myself in my 30's that were completely unexpected. The first (as I've blogged about ad nauseum) is that in the right circumstances, I could be a sensual and a sexual beast. It's impossible to overestimate what a shock this was - I was a fairly repressed young man with a lot of mistaken (and mostly unexamined) ideas about sexuality and men and women and right and wrong. Discovering that there was a whole world I hadn't imagined was stunning, and continues to be a delightful surprise.

At the same time, I discovered that (again, in the right circumstances) I really enjoyed writing. Previous to that, my only writing experience was school assignments, which always felt painful. But I found that when writing about things I cared about, or felt strongly about, that the words flowed fairly effortlessly, and I really enjoyed expressing myself. I found some correspondents, and found that I loved writing about life, the universe, and everything. I also found that erotica flowed pretty freely from my keyboard, and got some enthusiastic feedback.

I can't honestly remember how I discovered this blogging community. But when I did discover it, I knew I wanted to be a part of it. I thought I had stories to tell, whether reminiscences from my past or figments of my active imagination. And I hoped for feedback.

I'm probably among the minority here in that my spouse is an avid reader. Before I started the blog, I pointed the Sensual Goddess at some sex blogs, and asked what she thought about me starting one. She was enthusiastically supportive, and remains so. She's also my first line of feedback - she never knows what's coming, but I tell her when I've posted something. Hearing laughter (at what I hoped would be funny) or "you're so damned bad" at other posts is much-appreciated feedback.

I am a vain attention whore, I couldn't possibly deny it. If the writing was the only important thing, I could write a story and save it on my laptop. But I don't leave it at that - I post it on the Internet for the whole world to see. And while I don't write with the goal of getting page hits or comments, you'd better believe I pay attention to page hits and comments. I *adore* hearing that a post of mine affected you in some way, and just seeing that you're reading this is a reward. I don't post or comment as much as I used to, but I can't see this blog going away. When I get an idea or feel inspired to post, I love having this outlet.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

"But She Never Lost Her Head..."

...even when she was giving head.
She says, "Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side"
One of the all-time classic rock lyrics, from Lou Reed, who died on Sunday at age 71. And pretty shocking stuff for a fairly sheltered teenage boy to hear on the radio.

RIP, Lou Reed.

Friday, October 18, 2013

FFF: Follow the Cat


I was vaguely aware of the thunderstorm in the night, but the sun was shining brightly when I woke up. I was in my usual spot, warm and snug between my two sweeties.

I was laying on my side facing the cat, and to my shock, she licked me right on the lips with that sandpaper tongue. I sputtered and turned over, wrapping an arm around my sweetie and spooning her. She wiggled back into me, soft and warm, and I started thinking that maybe some morning loving was in the cards.

She sighed and said, "You know what I could really go for? A bowl of warm cream."

Huh? A bowl of what? I tried to convince myself that she was making a sexual innuendo of some sort.

"And then let's find a patch of sunlight and nap there all day."

I whipped back over, facing the cat. "No! You didn't."

I thought the body-switching meditations she'd been doing were harmless, if a little crazy. She was convinced that it would work, all she needed was a thunderstorm on a full moon. I'll be damned.... It really worked?!?

She started whining for breakfast, and I laughed and shook my head. "I'm not ready to get out of bed yet. You two can figure this out. Now shoo, get out of here. Follow the cat."

(225 words)



The challenge this week was:

Required Phrase: "Follow the cat" (check)
Word Limit: 225 (check)
Forbidden words: Pussy, Black, Halloween, Fear (check)
Bonus Points: Keep the body count low (next week is different) (check)
Extra Words: Make the cat her cat (I initially read this as "make her the cat", and there was my idea.)

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Hanging with Jack and Jill

Through a common interest, I've recently become friends with a couple. Let's call them Jack and Jill. (Quick aside: *not* the bloggers Jack and Jill - it was just the first male/female pseudonyms that came to me.) They're talented and fun to hang out with. I've done a number of fun things (day trips, evenings out, etc.) with them over the past few months, sometimes the three of us, and sometimes with the Sensual Goddess, who agrees that they're the cutest couple and are fun to be with. Sometimes they bicker as only a longtime couple can - and while it alarmed me the first time I witnessed it, I've since learned that it's just how they interact, and I've never seen any lingering resentment.

The only thing that makes the situation noteworthy is that they're not married to each other. Jill is single (long-time divorced) and has never mentioned a man in her life. Jack is married with children, and we often hang out at his house. His wife greets us warmly and then continues about her business - gardening, making dinner, whatever.

When she first became aware of the situation, SG grilled me closely, with all questions boiling down to "do you think there's anything going on between them?" I honestly have no idea - and while I'm curious, I really don't care what their relationship is or isn't. They do seem to be more than friends. They spend a lot of time together, and Jack, for a married guy, spends a lot of what would usually be "family time" with Jill. It's definitely not "normal" (as most people would define "normal.")

But whatever it is, it's *not* sneaking around, it's completely out in the open. There's no tension or animosity - at least that I've ever detected, and I'm paying very close attention. Jack's wife and Jill chat happily about kids and house and whatever, and then she (Jack's wife) leaves us alone.

I find observing couples to be very interesting. I ask myself "why did you get together?" and "why do you stay together?" I'm a perceptive observer, but I'm also well aware that no observer, no matter how close, knows anything about the inner workings of anyone else's relationship.

When I was younger and had a very black-and-white sense of "right" and "wrong", I would have been very suspicious of this relationship. Now I don't really think "right" and "wrong" have a lot of meaning in situations like this. Is there an arrangement (whatever that might be) that all the adults are comfortable with? Are any children involved being properly cared for? If so, then it has my blessing.

I *love* seeing people who are brave enough to choose non-standard ways of being. I don't know if that's what this is or not, but I will continue to observe with interest.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Prostitutes as Victims

Here's a surprising blast of common sense from New York State.
The state of New York will begin treating most alleged prostitutes as victims rather than criminals, and seek to steer them toward medical treatment, job training and other social services to break the cycle of sex trafficking.
It's about time. I hope other states will follow.

Full details here.

Friday, September 20, 2013

FFF: Barcelona


The shadows lengthened as we sat at the outdoor cafe enjoying another carajillo. We'd spent another day exploring Barcelona's old city, and now it was time to sit down and relax. I'd been teasing you all day with little hints as to what your birthday present might be. Yes, we'd done some shopping in addition to sightseeing, and we'd had the bags sent back to the hotel - but that wasn't your main gift.

"You're such a tease. You won't even give me a hint?"

"And spoil the surprise? No, it's better this way. But you won't have to wait much longer."

I motioned to the waiter, and he came over and we exchanged a few quick words in Spanish.

"What did he say to you? What's going on?"

I laughed. "It's all arranged. Are you ready?"

She walked up to you and kissed you lightly on the cheek, then whispered in your ear, while winking at me. Your eyes got momentarily wide, then you smiled an evil smile at me.

She walked across the street to an unmarked door, lifted her dress briefly...then she opened the door, beckoned to us, and closed it behind her.

"Happy birthday, love. Let's go."

(200 words)



The challenge this week was:

Word Max: 200 (check)
Word Min: 200 (check)
Bonus Words: None
Extra Credit: See above
Key Phrase: None - Just tell me a story (check)

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

On Touch

Sillyone at Teetering on the Brink of Normalcy writes about the importance of touch, and I want to both point to her thoughtful post, and also add my "me too."

I don't think I can overestimate how important touch is to me. I'm a tactile person, and I need to both touch and be touched. It's how I show affection, and how I feel connected to those I love. Just as Sillyone says, the Sensual Goddess and I are always touching. If we're sitting watching TV, I run my fingers through her thick hair. If I pass her in the kitchen, I'll quickly trace my fingers over her shoulder or down her arm, or even give her a quick smack on the ass (if no kids are around!) Friends have told her how adorable it is that we still hold hands while walking, but I'm not trying to be "adorable" - I just can't imagine being with someone and not exchanging those little touches. Actually, I'll go further than that - I could not be with someone who didn't want touch.

I'm not talking about groping or sexual touch - though post-lovemaking touch is as sweet as it gets. There's nothing better than laying naked on the bed, relaxed and sated, her warm body snuggled against me, one of my arms holding her to me, as my fingers slowly trace lines...moving up and down her arms...her spine. That's a sensual delight that's hard to beat.

Sillyone writes about paying attention to how much couples touch, and being surprised at how little she sees it. I will now be paying attention to this too.

Addendum: Sillyone just left a comment, and I realize I need to write a little more. I think touch is not just important as part of an intimate relationship, but between everyone you feel affection for. Her comment about her mother brought back a very powerful memory. My father, who I'm thinking about more than usual today, spent his last few months bed-ridden in hospitals and rehab facilities. I visited as much as humanly possible, and would always hold his hand and stroke him as I sat with him. One time he was on his side, so I decided to rub his back. His sense of relief was *palpable*. I could hardly believe how much he craved that physical human contact, so I continued for a long time. I felt terrible afterwards that he'd been laying there for so long with no one to really touch him, but very happy that I'd made the discovery in time to give him some relief. I realized that maybe I'd been a little afraid to touch him, but I never hesitated again.


Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Orgasm-powered Cloudbuster

Just in case you need a quick laugh.

I came across an article in Slate titled Dr. Wilhelm Reich's Orgasm-Powered Cloudbuster, and you don't think I'm not clicking on that, do you?

Apparently Dr. Reich, an early psychoanalyst and a contemporary of Freud, believed that orgasmic energy could control the weather. The device pictured at right is one of his actual cloudbusters, at the site of his Maine laboratory.

Now, I've had plenty of orgasms that felt like they might have the power to control the weather...or maybe even alter the space/time continuum. But even I wouldn't go this far!

Friday, August 23, 2013

FFF: Abandoned


I glanced up from my newspaper when I heard someone come in the front door. The excited voice told me it was my teenage son.

"Look what I found, Dad! Can I keep her?"

Well, this is a surprise. But I noted with some pride what a strapping young man he's becoming...carrying the girl over his shoulder with no apparent effort.

"I don't know, son. Where did you find her? She's obviously somebody's sub, and they'll be looking for her. Look at her collar...the intricate knots."

"I found her outside of Fong's. I'm pretty sure she's been abandoned. I promise I'll take care of her - she can stay in my room. I'll feed her and clean up after her, I'll teach her discipline, and I'll fuck her every day."

I smiled and tried to suppress an eye roll. What parent hasn't heard these promises? I knew damned well that once the initial excitement wore off that he'd get wrapped up in other things, and I'd be the one taking care of her after work when all I wanted to do was have a beer and watch the game. Yes, I could see it clearly - I'd be the one thrusting my cock down her throat until she gagged, I'd be the one paddling her ass until it turned bright red, I'd be the one tying her spread-eagle to the bed and using her without mercy.

But I looked at her, and I knew I couldn't say no. The poor thing was obviously cold, exhausted, all alone. And it would teach him some responsibility. Plus, my dad had let me keep a sub when I was a teen.

"Okay, son, you can keep her. But this is a big responsibility."

"Thank you, Dad. You're the best. I won't let you down!"

(300 words)



The challenge this week was:

Word Length = 250 (check, including bonus)
Required word = "before" or "after" (check)
Forbidden words = abandoned, empty, mp3 player, rope (oops!)
Bonus words = You can go up to 300 total if you tell us both how she got there and what happened after she was found. (I kinda explained it, so I'm claiming the bonus. Just try to take it away from me!)

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

A Big Tight Hug

It's sometime after 3am, and I'm walking in the tent city of a big weekend-long folk festival. I've been part of a campfire jam session ever since the day's concerts ended a little before midnight. The jam has taken a short break, and I've decided to walk around and take in the scene - and also maybe see where what sounds like an orgy of tribal drumming is coming from.

A sweet young thing walking toward me looks at me, says "Happy Fest!", and opens her arms for a hug. Now I *love* hugs, especially random unexpected hugs, so I opened my arms and invited her in. Her body was soft against mine, and we hugged and melded together...tighter...then tighter...then even tighter. I don't know how long it lasted. 5 seconds? 10 seconds? It was beautiful - not at all sexual, but very intimate. As I let her go, she looked at me with wide eyes and mumbled, "Wow...."

I smiled and said, "Happy Fest!" as we continued on our separate ways.

So yeah, that's me - providing hugs and "wow" moments to flower children and hippie chicks wherever I go!

Friday, July 26, 2013

FFF: Cops and Robbers

"Jesus, you startled me."

"Just answer the question, ma'am. Where were you on the night of July 25th?"

"Bastard. I'm in the shower. Who let you in here? And that's my badge!"

I laughed. "Judy at the front desk knows we're...friends. I sweet-talked her a little, hinted that I had a special surprise for you, and she let me in. Picking the lock to your locker was child's play."

"I'll take that back now."

I kept her at arms length. "Patience, my love, you'll catch your death of cold. Here, let's get a towel and dry you off."

"My love? Don't patronize me. We enjoy each other's company once in a while. It's fun to talk shop. You're a good lay. But that's all it is, and you know it."

"A good lay? Why thank you, sweetheart. You're not bad yourself. And shop talk...yes. It's so interesting to hear about things from the other side. Things I have to be careful of, things that might trigger the law's suspicion. I've been careful so far, but an ill-timed arrest could bring my entire operation to a halt. Not to mention a lengthy prison term for me. We certainly don't want that, do we?"

She smiled a saucy smile. "Bastard. Don't think you haven't given me plenty of information. Information I've used used to bust any number of cocky assholes just like you."

I grinned. "Cocky asshole? Just for that, I'm not going to help you dry off."

She licked her lips, raised an eyebrow, and backed up against the shower wall. I couldn't resist that look and ripped my clothes off as I joined her in the shower. I pinned her against the tile and thrust into her savagely.

Half an hour later we walked together out the front door of the precinct house. I gave Judy at the front desk a wink as we walked by.

"Well, detective, can I treat you to a cup of coffee?" But she mumbled something about other plans. I winked at her as we parted. "I'm sure we'll see each other again soon." Her badge was in my back pocket.

(356 words)



The challenge this week was:

Word Length = 356 (check)
Required word = suspicion (check)
Forbidden words = Soap, hard, officer, effigy (check)
Bonus words (25) = Tell us, who's the sexiest cop on TV? (no idea)
Extra Credit (25) = Confess to a crime you committed (or want to commit) (ha, I'll never confess!)

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

FFF: Ingénue


Thirty minutes to curtain, and the backstage area was chaos - dancers stretching and checking makeup, musicians warming up, and the general crackle of pre-show tension. I made my way through the bustle and strode purposefully to the prima ballerina's dressing room.

I knocked and entered, and found her doing her hair and makeup. What I wasn't expecting was her mother...who seemed to be expecting me, and was glaring daggers.

"Don't think I don't know what's going on."

I smiled at my star. "Do you want to tell her our arrangement? Or should I?"

Mom erupted in a fury. "She's the Sugar Plum Fairy because she's the best dancer, and the best one for the part."

I smiled. "She's a good dancer and a good fit for the part. But so were many others at the audition. I think your daughter should tell you what she said to me in private after her audition."

Mom decided she'd had enough and stormed past me, slamming the door and muttering that I hadn't heard the end of this.

I looked at my ingénue. "She didn't want to hear it, but I want to hear it again. What did you say to me?"

She gave me a self-confident grin. "I told you that I'm not only the best dancer, but also the best fuck. And if I got the lead role, that you could take me however you like before every performance."

"Good girl. Now you'd better finish getting ready, curtain is in 20 minutes."

(251 words)



The challenge this week was:

Word Limit - 444
Required Phrase - Ingénue (pronounced an-zhuh-noo) (check)
Forbidden Words - Mirror, Pasta, Doggie, Tutu (check)
25 bonus words - Share an experience that happened at a performance (n/a)
Extra Credit - Explain where her mother is (25 extra words) (I earned the extra credit, but didn't use it)

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Beach Snippets

I'm back from my annual family beach vacation, and I started to write a post - and then realized I was repeating much of last year's "back from the beach" post. Instead, I'll elaborate on some snippets of conversation from my vacation.

"It's not fair!"
Phrase echoed a number of times during the week in conversations between the Sensual Goddess and Older Daughter, when talking about Younger Daughter. I mentioned last year that YD has blossomed into something you might see in a swimsuit ad, and whatever I said last year, it's even worse this year. I feel kinda bad for OD, as it can't be easy to see that your younger sibling has been blessed by the goddess in a way that you haven't. But thankfully, she seems very good-natured about it. She and SG just laugh and shake their heads and commiserate at how unfair life is.

"If you had seen the way he looked at her...."
(Not my daughters!)
"...you would have ripped his eyeballs out and stuffed them down his throat." The Sensual Goddess to me, talking about how the bartender at the Tiki bar at our hotel had looked at YD. I laughed and assured her that his eyeballs were safe. Guys ogle - it's what we do. I may not be chasing every bikini on the beach, but I simply cannot help noticing an attractive female form. I can't imagine that I will ever stop noticing and admiring.

So of course guys are ogling my daughters. And yes, I'd step in to protect her from someone creepy. But I understand that my girls are sexual beings, and that nature will take its course. I don't want them to get hurt, and I don't want them to jump into anything before they're ready emotionally - but I also very much hope that they'll experience love and passion and sensual pleasure.

"She's young enough to be your daughter."
Related to the above, this was the Sensual Goddess's laughing taunt to me, noticing me appreciating a lovely female form. (As an aside, she's uncanny about knowing where I'm looking, even when I have sunglasses on.) My answer to that is always, "That may be, but thankfully she's *not* my daughter!"

"Dad, you're the slimmest guy on the beach."
Shockingly, this was said by Older Daughter to me. I think this was partly a compliment to me, but more that she was noticing that it seemed like every guy there had a noticeable beer belly. This left me pretty much speechless, as teenage daughters, however sweet and loving, are very stingy with compliments to parents - being told I'm not embarrassing them is usually the best I can hope for. And believe me, I'm not a chiseled Adonis. (Wait, what's that? This is my blog, and you have to take my word for it? Okay, in that case, maybe I *am* a chiseled Adonis!)

I didn't take a "feet in the sand" pic this year, so last year's will have to do. Happy Summer!



Friday, July 12, 2013

FFF: Phone Lines


I nodded at the phone, and you looked at me like I was crazy. "I can't answer it, it's probably my husband."

"That's exactly why I want you to answer. Do it."

I could tell by the small talk that it was indeed your husband. You glared daggers at me as I started to massage your calf as you sat in the hotel room's desk chair, but I just smiled an evil smile at you and motioned that you'd better keep quiet. I took off your shoes and continued massaging your calves...moving up to your knees, and pushing your business skirt higher on your thighs.

You cupped your palm over the phone and hissed "Stop it, you're going to get me in trouble!"

I winked. "No, I'm not. You just have to stay quiet."

I slowly undressed you and massaged every inch of newly-exposed skin as you continued to catch up on things at home. You closed your eyes as you listened to the phone, and I slid your bra off your shoulders and gently squeezed your breast. You let out a low, satisfied hum...and your eyes opened in horror when your husband asked why you'd made that sound.

I smiled as you recovered quickly. "I was just listening to your voice and thinking how long it's been since we...you know, made love. So I was daydreaming a little."

I couldn't tell if he was buying it. But you smiled at me as the conversation continued. "I know honey, we should really try to make the time. Do you remember how much I love to have my neck kissed and sucked?"

I smiled. I could never forget how much you like that, and I tilted your chin up and moved my lips to your soft neck. You moaned softly. "That's right, honey, I'm imagining your lips on my neck right now."

Half an hour later, you were imagining him balls deep in your tight little pussy. Or so he thought.

(330 words)



The challenge this week was:

Required Phrase - "answer it" (check)
Word Limit - 661 (I was rushed, so I used half of my allotment)
Forbidden Word - orgasm (check)
Extra Credit - Tell us who's calling (check)
Bonus Words - 50 if you tell us a phone sex confession (long-time readers will know I already have)

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Friday, July 5, 2013

FFF: Reenactment


We fell into conversation after the final event of the reenactment. She smiled and asked me my role.

I laughed. "On Monday I was part of Reynolds' staff on the retreat through the town. Tuesday was Day 2, and I died in the Peach Orchard, again in Devil's Den, then was part of the defense of Little Round Top. Wednesday, we were all part of Pickett's Charge. I was an artilleryman at The Angle. There were special events yesterday for Independence Day, then this morning they shot some footage for a documentary."

"And you? You're dressed way too nicely to be a camp follower. You're too clean to be a nurse."

"Very perceptive, sir. I'm a townswoman. I've been leading tours and talking about life in the town during and after the battle."

Her eyes twinkled. "I'm ever so grateful that you whipped Bobby Lee's army and kept us safe. Perhaps you'll join me in opening a bottle of wine to celebrate the Union victory?"

"On one condition." She raised an eyebrow, curious. "I simply must change out of this wool uniform. I'd rather face Confederate bullets than continue to swelter in this Pennsylvania heat."

She laughed. "Soldier, we can do better than that. And these wool petticoats are stifling me too. Follow me."

She led me down Plum Run. When we were out of sight of the reenactors and the tourists, she started shedding layers. I quickly got the idea and followed suit. She tossed the last layer over her head, and neither of us noticed until much later that it caught in a tree.

"What shall we drink to, sir? Union?"

(273 words)



The challenge this week was:

Key Word - Independence or Independence Day (check)
Word Limit - 237 (oops, I read this as 273, and am just now realizing my dyslexia)
Forbidden Word - Fireworks (check)
Extra Credit - Put the action on July 5th (check)

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

150 Years Ago Today

As a history buff in general, and with a specific fascination with the American Civil War, I've been very aware that the 150th anniversary of the Battle of Gettysburg has been approaching - and indeed is now here.

As a side note, I would have blogged about this someplace else, but I had a recent conversation with Ryan Beaumont, and when he suggested a mini-blog chain on this day in history, I was thrilled to participate. Check out the thoughts from Ryan and Red Shoes. Thanks to Ryan for the idea, and for coordinating. And if you're here looking for sex or erotica, I'm sure I'll return there in my next post.

I was very fortunate in that I had an eighth-grade Social Studies teacher who made our unit on the Civil War a riveting experience. Before that, I only knew that barest essentials of the war (i.e., the North won, Abraham Lincoln was the President who saved the Union.) My teacher brought the subject to life, and I remember walking out of class every day excited to hear how the story would continue the next day. He sparked a life-long interest in the Civil War that has never abated.

Gettysburg battlefield is an easy day trip for me, and it's a trip I make at least once a year. I've been to a number of Civil War battlefields, and some are frankly disappointing - you may be standing on the same ground, but you can't really get a feel for the terrain and what happened there (I'm looking at you, Fredericksburg, and you, Spotsylvania Court House.) At Gettysburg, you can very much walk or drive the ground and get an excellent feel for what happened.

On a personal note, some of my in-laws are from a distant and exotic country, and when they were visiting a few years ago, we talked about possible day trips, and they very much wanted to tour Gettysburg. I was hesitant, and wondered if they'd really be interested, but they insisted they were interested - and we ended up having the best time. We did all the Visitor's Center exhibits and did a driving tour of the battlefield, and they wanted to know everything. It was a very fun day.

Why is Gettysburg interesting? First of all, because of the scale and the humanity. The two armies numbering a combined 160,000 men fought here, and almost a third of those were killed, wounded, or captured during the three-day battle in south-central Pennsylvania. It's the biggest, bloodiest, and maybe the most significant battle ever fought on this continent.

It's interesting because it's one of the only significant defeats of Robert E. Lee, the greatest battlefield commander in U.S. history. Before the war, he was recognized as the finest soldier of his day, and when the South seceded in 1861, he was offered command of both the Union and Confederate armies. As a Virginia native, he went with his home state and the Confederacy. Lee won one smashing victory after another against a Union army 2-3 times bigger in manpower and vastly better equipped.

After possibly his greatest victory, in the Battle of Chancellorsville, he decided to invade the North. He crossed through Maryland into Pennsylvania in late June, 1863. The two armies stumbled on each other at the crossroads town of Gettysburg and battled for three bloody days. After coming agonizingly close to victory on each of the first two days, Lee ordered an all-out assault on the Union center on day 3 (July 3, 1863.) He was decisively defeated, and retreated back to Virginia. The war went on for almost two more years, but Lee's Army of Northern Virginia never took the offensive again.

Why is Gettysburg important? Because the defeat there was the final nail in the Southern hope that they could win independence from the North by victory on the battlefield. It's easy to forget that Lee's goal wasn't the capture of Gettysburg - it was to continue the war on Northern soil, possibly taking Harrisburg, PA (the state capital and a vital railroad hub), or even Philadelphia. After the defeat at Gettysburg, that was no longer possible. The South could still have won the war if the North had tired of the fighting (which was still a very real possibility until Sherman's capture of Atlanta in July, 1864), but Southern independence through victory on the battlefield was no longer a realistic possibility after Gettysburg.

Here's a passage from William Faulkner's "Intruder in the Dust"
For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it's still not yet two o’clock on that July afternoon in 1863, the brigades are in position behind the rail fence, the guns are laid and ready in the woods and the furled flags are already loosened to break out and Pickett himself with his long oiled ringlets and his hat in one hand probably and his sword in the other looking up the hill waiting for Longstreet to give the word and it's all in the balance, it hasn't happened yet, it hasn't even begun yet, it not only hasn't begun yet but there is still time for it not to begin against that position and those circumstances which made more men than Garnett and Kemper and Armistead and Wilcox look grave yet it's going to begin, we all know that, we have come too far with too much at stake and that moment doesn't need even a fourteen-year-old boy to think This time. Maybe this time with all this much to lose and all this much to gain: Pennsylvania, Maryland, the world, the golden dome of Washington itself to crown with desperate and unbelievable victory the desperate gamble, the cast made two years ago....
So it was a turning point in history. And it happened here in Pennsylvania, in the beautiful rolling hills surrounding a little crossroads country town, 150 years ago today. That's worth remembering.

Monday, July 1, 2013

"This Misterie of Fucking"

I saw an article today about a sex manual from 1680. It's surprisingly frank and explicit, from what I would have imagined as a fairly repressed time.

The article is here, and the full digitized version in Google Books is here.

It's a fun and interesting read.

Sunday, June 23, 2013

A Pretty Safe Bet

Actual conversation between me and the Sensual Goddess from this morning, recreated as best I can.
SG: Come here, I have something to show you.

Me: (intrigued, walks over to where she's sitting with her laptop)

SG: (types into a browser tab) I'm pretty sure you're going to like this. And don't say I never do anything for you. (shows me this)

Me: (unintelligible murmurs of awe and approval)

SG: (laughter) Yeah, I thought so.
I very much appreciate her thinking of me. And that was a really safe bet. Holy smokes. I have no idea who Kelly Brook is or what she does (besides have a smoking hot body). But, as the old expression goes, what's not to like?

SG's final word: "If I had a body like that, I'd not only go topless at the beach, but also at the grocery store and the mall. 'Hey everyone, check me out!'"


Friday, June 21, 2013

FFF: Peaks


"What are you thinking?"

"What am I thinking? Geez, where to start? We're finally on the hiking vacation we've talked about for so long. We're in the canyonlands of southern Utah...my very favorite landscape."

We'd been hiking all day and it was time for a break, so I sat on a rock and got my water bottle from my pack. I passed her the baggie of trail mix.

"I'm thinking about the natural beauty we've seen...the red rock canyons...how we saw the first rays of the morning sun peek over the horizon...the rattlesnake coiled under the rock at the base of the cliff...the red-tail hawk soaring in the sky. And I'm thinking about the view we had from the summit of Wildcat Peak."

She took a sip of water and laughed. "Those are all good thoughts. But yeah...natural beauty.... You're sure you're not thinking about the hiker we passed this morning?"

I winked. "You mean the hot little number with the long legs and the big tits? I'm pretty sure I haven't been thinking of her *every* second since we passed her."

She laughed. "Bastard. I can practically see the thought bubble above your head."

She knows me too well.

(200 words, no bonus, no spanking)



The challenge this week was:

Key Word: "peak/peek" (must use both)
Word Limit: 200 (exactly 200 or spankings will be issued)
Forbidden Words: "chipotle", "asparagus", "chilly"
Bonus Words: if you write two versions, you can make them 250 words each.

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Show Me (Part 2)

(Continued from here)

With a laugh, you toss the lace bra at me, and I let it fall to the floor. You're an erotic vision, laying on the bed in just your white lace panties, and seeing the desire in my eyes seems to give you the confidence to continue. You lay back, half propped up on the pillows, and I'm still in the desk chair at the foot of the bed.

"Squeeze your breasts for me." You massage them...squeezing them gently...then you start to play with your nipples. I stop you. "No, not yet. Get the green vibe." You reach for the slim lime-green vibe. "Touch it to your lips." You open your mouth and touch the head of the vibe to your top lip...then slowly trace the circle of your open lips. I give a low groan of appreciation.

"Very good. Now suck it." You wrap your lips around the vibe and slide it into your mouth...then out again...then back in, deeper.

"Good girl. Now play with your nipples. Pinch them." "Ohhh...." "Harder." "Ahhhhhhh...."

"Turn the vibe on." A high-pitched hum fills the room. "Touch it to your nipples." "Oh fuck...." Your eyes close and your head falls back. "Stop." Your eyes jerk open. "Keep your gaze on mine." You nod.

You continue to use the vibe on your nipples, and I smile at your struggle to keep your gaze on mine. "I want to touch my pussy." "Are you wet for me?" "Soaked. I want to show you." "No, not yet. More nipple play."

Your hands may not be allowed there yet, but your hips are writhing as you continue to use the vibe on one nipple, while pinching and twisting the other.

"Are you ready to touch your pussy?"

"God, yes. Please, can I?"

(To be continued)

Monday, June 17, 2013

Show Me (Part 1)

I sit down in the hotel room's desk chair and motion to your overnight bag. "Did you bring what we talked about?"

You give just the hint of a blush, smile, and nod "yes." Your blush makes me smile, and I ask you to get the bag and show me. You reach for the bag, then hesitate, and ask if I'll join you on the bed.

"No, I'm going to stay right here. For now. Show me."

You reach into the bag and pull out a little pocket vibe. We both smile when you flick the switch and we hear the high-pitched hum...then you switch it off again and lay it on the bed at your side. You reach into the bag again and pull out a slim lime-green vibrator, about six inches long that tapers to a point. You laugh nervously, then reach into the bag again and pull out a big blue vibrator - long, thick, and with rabbit ears. I can't help laughing. "Wow, that's the grand finale, huh?"

You laugh, and look like you're waiting for me. But I stay in the chair. "Good choices. Now show me how you use them."

I hear the hum of the pocket vibe in your hand, and I see you massage your breast. You're half propped up on a few pillows, and I'm sitting at the foot of the bed, watching intently. Your eyes close with pleasure as you massage your breast...but then you open your eyes and meet my gaze. You give a half smile, then sit up and unbutton your sleeveless blouse. You shrug it off, and I admire the white lace bra underneath.  You smile. "I'd love to take this off...but I think you like the tease." I flash you an evil smile.

You laugh, "That's what I thought." You know what I want. I'm dying to see your body and can't wait to be naked with you...but this is a delicious tease for both of us.

You reach behind and unsnap your bra...but you leave it in place, and then lay back down, half propped up, meeting my gaze. I hear the whine of the little vibe in your hand, and I watch you massage your breasts. You hold the vibe to one nipple...then move it to the other, and you moan softly. You squeeze your breasts, sometimes using your fingers...sometimes using the vibe...and I can see how hard your nipples are under the lace of the bra.

I watch this until I simply need to see more. "Take off your bra. And your shorts."

You smile and pop the button on your khaki shorts, then lift your hips to slide them down your legs and off. I see that you're wearing white lace panties to match your bra. Very sexy.

But now I want your bra. I nod at it. "Toss it here."

(Continued here)

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Birthday Lunch

I recently thought of an afternoon from the distant hazy past. She knew it was my birthday, and asked if she could take me out for lunch. It was a work day, but I could get away without anyone noticing...and the twinkle in her voice when she suggested lunch had me smiling with anticipation.

I picked her up, and she directed me where to go, saying that lunch was a birthday surprise. I laughed when I pulled into the the parking lot. Hooters. Burgers, wings, and beer...served by big-breasted girls in skimpy outfits.

"I know you won't mind the sights. And maybe we can get you some special birthday attention."

I laughed. I didn't really want any special birthday attention beyond what I was already getting. I enjoy a well-filled-out tank top as much as the next guy (and maybe even more!) - but I'm not natural at small-talk, and usually find these situations unnatural and awkward.

As it turned out, lunch was a disaster. It must have been our waitress's first day on the job - and almost certainly her last. She wasn't friendly, wasn't attentive, acted frazzled and overwhelmed when we did get her attention, and disappeared for lengthy periods.

The Hooters experience of the bubbly young thing who flaunts her cleavage and makes flirty small-talk while serving your wings? Didn't remotely happen. In the end, we considered ourselves lucky to have gotten anything to eat, and just wanted out of there, as my lunch hour was long-since over.

She apologized over and over on the short drive back to her place, and I assured her it wasn't her fault that the waitress was incompetent. I laughed and said we'd give it another try on another day. She pouted, "But I wanted to see you get something special for your birthday."

I assured her that lunch with her *had* made the day special. I was disappointed too that both the meal and the experience were horribly sub-par, but none of that was her fault - she had tried to give me a lunchtime treat, and I was touched at the thought.

We got back to her place, and she asked if I could come in for a minute, that she had something for me. I was intrigued...there wasn't time for *that*...was there? But I was already very late for work, so what difference would another few minutes make? We got inside, and she asked me to wait a second, and breezed into the other room. Her voice called me, and I walked to her room.

She was laying on the bed, propped on her elbows. Her sundress was up around her waist...no panties. She slowly spread her legs...never taking her gaze from mine.

Work? What work???

Happy birthday to me.

Friday, May 24, 2013

FFF: Predicament


We slipped in the back door, giddy with anticipation, and headed down to the basement play area. She was a new playmate of mine, and couldn't wait to see some of the features I told her I'd installed in my basement. We stopped a few times for urgent kisses, then finally made it downstairs and turned on the light. The sight that confronted us almost made me laugh out loud.

She gaped, speechless. Then finally managed, "You didn't tell me about this...."

"That's because it's a surprise to me too. It's a misunderstanding. Today is the 24th, which means the basement's mine. I get the even days on the calendar, my wife gets the odd days."

I rolled my eyes. What a predicament. We're really going to have to get better about scheduling our basement time. Or did you leave the poor guy hanging there since yesterday?

Now that the shock had worn off, she was pouting. "But that's the hook you promised you'd hang me from. And that's the collar you said you'd put on me."

I looked at her with an evil smile. "Go over to the dresser and bring me what's in the top drawer."

She walked over hesitantly, opened the drawer, and brought me a blindfold, a collar, a paddle, and some lengths of rope.

"Good girl." I nodded at the ceiling. "You'll notice that there's more than one hook in here. Enough of everything for everyone." I blindfolded her and tied her wrists securely together.

(250 words, no extra credit or bonus)



The challenge this week was:

Key Word - "Predicament"
Word Limit - 250
Forbidden Words = "Hard"  "Peek"  "Trouble"
Extra Credit if you make it somewhat truthful
Bonus Words - 25 extra words if you gain a new follower this week

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Chance Encounter

It was an informal end-of-the-school-year party at the house we were renting - just an excuse to get together and relax and drink some beer after finals. All of the core gang was there, plus a number of friends of friends - the more the merrier. It was cool for a May evening, so the party was inside.

We ran into each other getting refills on our drinks. I didn't know her, and it turns out she was an exchange student wrapping up her one semester here, and was getting on a plane the next morning to go back home. It was one of those things where you just feel a *spark* from the first time you meet their eye. We talked, and the rest of the world seemed to melt away. It felt like a palpable physical force - magnetic, electric.

She put her hand on my arm, and it seemed to crackle. We talked, laughed, flirted, touched. I don't know if I initiated it or not, but then we were kissing, and I thought I might die if I had to stop kissing her. I had just enough presence of mind to suggest we get out of there, and she breathlessly agreed.

We practically ran out the front door, and we attacked each other under the big maple tree in the front yard. We fucked right there on the ground, in the darkness, then we ran back to her room and fucked all night - only coming up for air when she had to leave for the airport.

It was a one-time thing, and we both knew it. That made it all the more exciting. It's a very sweet memory.

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Or I should say, it's a very sweet imagining.

The May topic for Kat's blog chain is "What's on your sexual bucket list? Is there something (or someone) you want to do before you leave this world that you haven't had the chance to try yet?"

I thought about this, and my answer is the scenario above - the unexpected and unplanned chance encounter, that irresistible spark of electricity that leads to a one-time-only encounter. Like the fictional story above.

Of course I've been in situations where we both felt that electric connection - but as a young man I was too timid or hung up or worried about the aftermath to take things to their logical conclusion. My rational brain has trouble disconnecting - there's always "what does this *mean*?" or "what about tomorrow?" So part of the fantasy is being completely *here* *now* - feeling that connection and just going with it, with the rational brain shut off. No meaning, no tomorrow.

This isn't something I'm actively looking to do - I realize this is pure fantasy. But if you ask me what experience I wish I'd had - this is it.

Friday, April 26, 2013

FFF: Boots


When I woke up, I could tell that the sun was already over the horizon. I laid on the bedroll inside my tent. If I really wanted to advance my career, I should be applying for desk jobs, clawing my way up the bureaucracy. Instead, I requested an appointment as Chief Ranger at Joshua Tree, in the high desert.

I laid there in my reverie, breathing in the cool morning air, when I remembered with a start that I hadn't spent last night alone. I had camped alone at a remote campsite, when I was joined by a late-arriving backpacker. She joined me at my campfire, and we were both happy for the company. One thing led to another, and the little wildcat spent most of the night showing me how insatiable she was.

I rolled over, and wasn't surprised to see that she was gone. I was comfortable, contented, and was almost drifting off for a few more minutes sleep...and then I noticed something, and sat bolt upright.

My boots. They're not at the door of the tent where I always leave them. Did she take them? Is this some kind of prank? If so, it's not funny. Out here among the snakes and scorpions, good boots are a necessity. Goddammit, where are they?

Then I heard the sound of someone walking outside. I scrambled out, and there she was. Wearing my boots. Mystery solved.

She turned to me and smiled. "Beautiful morning. I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your boots."

I didn't. And five minutes later, when she was spread wide underneath me on the cool sand and she put her feet on my shoulders, I could see for myself that my boots were fine.

(289 words)



The challenge this week was:

Key Word - "Appointment"
Word Limit - 264
Extra Credit - Leave her boots on
Bonus Words - 25 each for aliens, park rangers, crock pots, or a dinosaur

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Friday, April 19, 2013

FFF: Stolen


I noticed her soon after the day's work started. Or maybe I should say, I noticed her noticing me. I felt her gaze before I turned my head and met her smile with one of my own. A day of volunteering for Habitat for Humanity isn't a place you'd normally think of meeting a girl - but she looked cute and feminine even in a yellow hard hat and safety goggles. And her carpenter's overalls couldn't hide the lithe little body underneath.

She found me at coffee break, and we talked about the day's work, laughed, and even flirted a bit. And we found a few stolen moments to talk while working.

Our paths only crossed once in the afternoon. I was working in a closet when she came in. "I'm going to be the last here to lock up when everyone else goes. Stay, okay?" I smiled and said I would.

When quitting time came, the rest of the team left, and I locked the door behind them. Before I could turn to face her, she was on me, and we were kissing frantically. I pinned her against the wall and kissed her hard...then I grabbed that thick brown ponytail I'd been admiring all day and pulled her head back so I could devour her throat.

We started undressing each other right there, standing up, as we kissed. Then she whispered, "There's a mattress in one of the bedrooms."

We ran up the stairs, shedding clothes as we went. We embraced on the bed, then I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. We were both sweaty and tired from a hard day's labor, but that just made the moment more sensual.

She arched her back and pulled her t-shirt over her head.

"Ready, big boy?"

(300 words)



The challenge this week was: up to 300 words.
The word "stolen" must be used.
Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Blog Chain: "Spring Break"

The April edition of Kat's blog chain is now posted. This month's topic is "spring break or sex in the springtime." Please read the various submissions - you'll be glad you did. My entry is a very old post "Heather", set on a Saturday morning in April. It's one of my earliest posts on this blog, and also one of my favorites.

If you haven't joined in yet, why not join next month's edition? The subject will be...hmmm, there's no announced topic yet. Well, you'll have to pay close attention to Kat's blog to find out. (You're already following her, right?)

Full blog chain details are here. Many thanks to Kat and Ryan Beaumont for organizing this.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Funny Pic


Ellen Degeneres reacting to Katy Perry's cleavage at the 2013 Grammy Awards. This cracks me up...and I'm pretty sure I'd have the same reaction.

Google search result of more pics here.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Very Inspiring Blogger Award

I'm pleased and flattered that Brigit Delaney at The Lustful Literate has listed me for a Very Inspiring Blogger Award, with the comment:
Another one of my favorite "man" sex blogs. Always a joy to read his Flash Fiction Friday entries.
Rules:
1. Display the award logo on your blog.
2. Link back to the person who nominated you.
  • Done and done (and thank you, Brigit.)

3. State 7 things about yourself.
  • I generate enough body heat to be the equivalent of one heavy blanket. I have standing orders, when getting up early, to add one blanket to those still in bed.
  • I love getting feedback on my writing - comments, e-mails, etc. I guess it still kinda boggles me that people actually read what I write - and I love that you do. The Sensual Goddess says I'm a sucker for flattery, and I'm sure she's right - tell me you like my writing, and I'll sit on your lap, roll over, and purr.
  • I've done a good bit of traveling, but have never crossed an ocean - not by design, it just hasn't happened yet.
  • If anything tastes better than ice cream, I haven't found it.
  • I will never understand people who can lay down and fall asleep just like that. I envy those people. For me, things have to be just so, or it doesn't happen. And even when things *are* just so, it can still take a while.
  • I dislike arbitrary rules, and sometimes choose to not follow them.

4. Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award and link to them.
5. Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award's requirements.
  • Here's where I wuss out. I can't choose. If you're on my blogroll, consider yourself nominated.

Friday, March 15, 2013

FFF: Regret


She was at the point of tears. "It'll be impossible."

"No it won't, we'll still find time to be together." Did I believe that myself?

"How can you say that? It's hardly possible now - it's all we can do to squeeze in the occasional stolen moment. I'm already terrified of being discovered. It will be a hundred times scarier now."

"You just have to believe that we'll find a way." Was I trying to convince her, or me?

I took her in my arms and kissed her. Was she feeling regret? Was I?

She broke the kiss and went out onto the balcony, basking in the sun, then she turned toward me. "We could go away together...a private little island where it'll just be the two of us. Tell them you can't take the job."

"Tell them I can't take the job? Sister Mary Margaret, I've been elected pope. Please get dressed. Come in here and let's make the most of these few moments before I address the crowd in St. Peter's Square."

(173 words)



The challenge this week was: any prime number of words.
The word "regret" must be used.
Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Blog Chain: "March Madness"

The March edition of Kat's blog chain is now posted. This month's topic is "March madness: sex with an athlete." Please read the various submissions - you'll be glad you did. My entry is my recent post, The Charity Ride.

If you haven't joined in yet, why not join next month's edition? The subject will be "Spring Break." Kat's instructions are as follows:
Posts can be about sex over spring break or sex in the springtime, in general. Have you had sex in the rain (April showers)?  Tell us about it. Have you had sex outdoors in a garden? Or with a teacher on spring break? While doing your spring cleaning? Anytime at all in the months of March, April and May? The topic is pretty open.
Full blog chain details are here. Many thanks to Kat and Ryan Beaumont for organizing this.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

The Charity Ride (Finale)

(Not me - a random pic from the Internet)
(Continued from here)

She glanced at my room key, smiled, and noted that her boyfriend wouldn't be done his ride for a while. I smiled back and (not for the first time that day) wondered what her body would feel like against mine. But I was far from certain that she was hinting at anything, so I just suggested that maybe we could hang out after we showered and changed. She agreed and said she'd come get me in a bit.

I got to my tiny room, tossed my bag in the corner, and was very pleased to see that I had a private bathroom and shower. Many rooms didn't, and shared a common bathroom/shower. My body was weary after the long ride, and I peeled my sweaty clothes off and laid on the bed, needing a few minutes of horizontal rest before the ecstasy of a long hot shower.

My reverie was broken by a knock on the door. I jumped up and wrapped a towel around my waist. It was her. I apologized for my state, and she smiled. She wondered if I had a private bath - she didn't, and there was a line of cyclists down at the end of the hall waiting to shower. I said "of course", and invited her in - noting that she had a towel and her toiletry bag with her.

She put her things down on the bed and turned to me and our eyes met - and there was no question. We reached for each other and kissed hungrily. My towel fell to the floor, and I peeled the sweaty spandex off her. The kiss went on, and our hands explored...stroking, probing. She whispered in my ear that she didn't have much time. I took her arm and led her to the shower.

It was tiny, but somehow we both fit. The hot water felt exquisite on my sore muscles, and her warm naked body felt even better than I'd imagined. I pressed her against the shower wall as the water beat down on us. I soaped her body and squeezed her breasts. She reached for my cock, which was hard as steel, and guided me to her. I covered her mouth with mine and thrust, and she moaned into my mouth as I entered her...pinning her against the shower wall. She wrapped both arms and one leg around me and I fucked her hard. She came with a shudder and a low deep moan, and then I was coming...so hard I swear I saw stars.

We came slowly down together, then de-coupled. We finished a quick shower, then stroked and kissed a little more. I wanted more..so much more. I badly wanted to lay her down and make sweet love to her - but I knew it wasn't happening. She looked at the clock and said she had to go, so I gave her a tight hug and one last kiss and she was gone.

Postscript: I didn't see her on the ride back the next day. I wondered how she would react the next time I saw her at volleyball - but she gave no indication that anything was different. That stung a little at first, but I knew it was probably for the best. I have my memories, and they're very sweet.

The Charity Ride

(Not me - a random pic from the Internet)
The topic for this month's blog chain is "March Madness - Sex with an Athlete." I have a story that might qualify. Scratch that, I've decided it qualifies.

More than a few years ago, my physical outlet was road bicycling. Yes, I was one of those guys in the spandex bike shorts early in the morning - on a quiet country road if that was possible, or on a less-quiet suburban road if that's how it had to be. (Before you ask, if there were any photos of me in spandex, they've long-since been hunted down and destroyed.) I enjoyed so many things about it: the flow of the blood in my veins, the scenery passing by, the road rushing under my wheels, and the meditative state I'd settle into on a long ride.

For a number of years in a row, I trained all summer to do a weekend charity ride in September - a long ride to the beach on Saturday, then riding back on Sunday. It was very well-organized, a lot of fun, and raised money for a good cause.

One year, on the Saturday ride to the shore, I was stopped for a snack in a big field that the organization had turned into a lunch/rest stop. I was re-fueling with a banana and Gatorade when a voice called my name, and I was greeted by a girl I knew a little from a volleyball league I sometimes played in. She was pretty - fairly tall and shapely, with green eyes and dirty blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. I was surprised she was talking to me - at volleyball, she kept close to a guy who I assumed was her boyfriend - and he seemed like an unpleasant controlling guy who didn't like her talking to any other guys.

We chatted pleasantly, and it was nice to just talk to her without her creepy boyfriend getting upset. I asked where he was, and she laughed that he was lagging behind, and finally told her to go on - that they'd meet at the end. I was done my snack and ready to ride again, and she asked if she could ride with me. I was very pleased to have such delightful companionship, and off we went. We rode together for many miles on country roads through farm fields, surrounded by other cyclists. We chatted happily all the way to the shore.

One thing about a cyclist's spandex garb is that it doesn't leave too much to the imagination. We rode side by side, legs pumping, and I couldn't help but notice the muscles in her thighs and butt working fluidly. It was a hot sunny September day, and she had undone the zipper of her shirt for ventilation, allowing me a tantalizing view of cleavage as she leaned forward on the bike. But I was simply admiring her physique, which was impossible not to do. I thought of it as pleasant conversation with a new-found (and attractive) friend.

We got to the shore, crossed the "finish line", and retrieved our bags (that had been transported there.) We discovered that we were staying in the same old hotel - basically a big old-fashioned roominghouse from the 1920's. That wasn't as big a coincidence as it might sound - the place had a ton of rooms, they were cheap, and they advertised to the cycling community - so it seemed like just about everyone on the ride was staying there.

We checked in, one after the other, and as we got ready to go to our respective rooms, I got my first hint that maybe something more might happen.

(Continued here)

Friday, March 8, 2013

FFF: Conclave


All my years of training had come down to this moment. The elders had gathered in conclave, then sent word that I had been selected.

I waited in the sacristy, alone, until I heard the bell ring. I bowed to the Goddess and entered the temple. The high priestess awaited, the representative of the Goddess, naked except for the ropes that bound her.

I gathered her in my arms and carried her to the altar, then laid her down on it. By design, her head hung off the edge. I doffed my robes and slid my erect cock into her mouth. I clasped my hands behind my back and thrust, fucking her throat without mercy until I unloaded into her.

I took the dagger from the altar and sliced the ropes binding her, symbolizing the end of male dominance. I pleasured her orally until I was hard again. Then I laid on the altar and she took me. When I climaxed, hours later, I felt a wave of divine energy.

The ordination ceremony was complete. I was now a consecrated priest in the service of the Goddess. From now on, I could only climax with the consent of a priestess.

(200 words)



The challenge this week was: up to 200 words.
The word "conclave" must be used.
Extra credit: correctly guess the name of the new pope. :-p
Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.