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Erotic Science Fiction: Wanted - Chapter 4
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Posted:May 16, 2015 7:47 am
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I was laying naked on my back on the floor of Carmen's bedroom with my legs on the foot of the bed. The fall didn't quite knock the wind out of me, but I was still gasping for breath from the intensity of the exertion. Carmen crawled over to me and kissed me where the front of my thigh meets my hip. Continuing to kiss me she reached between my legs and gently gripped and squeezed my softening penis. She worked her lips up my torso kissing my belly, my chest before finally wrapping her lips around my left nipple. "Do you know what I want you to do now?" she asked as she lay her head on my chest.
"I have no idea," I replied as I stroked her cheek.
"I want you to pour pennies over me," said Carmen as I ran my fingers over her ear lobe and combed them through her thick hair.
"Pennies? I might have some in my car," I said as Carmen sat up.
"I think I only have a few here."
"Pennies? I think you need dollar bills if you want to make it rain."
Carmen regarded me in silent uncertainty.
"Nevermind," I said as I got up to clean up. "I think I can find some pennies"
I left the bedroom and went down the hall to the bathroom. There was no garbage in the bathroom so I slid off the used condom and went into the kitchen. I opened the door under the sink and found the garbage bag full of used condoms. I tossed mine in with her collection and said loudly, "You should really empty out your garbage."
"Where do I take that?" Carmen yelled from the bathroom.
"There should be a dumpster in the parking lot," I said as I walked back to the bathroom.
I squeezed past Carmen as she wiped the sweat from body with a moist washcloth and grabbed my own washcloth from the shelf above the toilet. I stood behind her and admired her reflection in the mirror. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her as towards my pelvis and my flaccid penis. I felt her back brush against my chest as I brushed her long dark hair away with my hand and kissed the back of her neck. I moved my hands slowly up her sides and around her chest until they were each cupping a breast. I smelled her hair and then moved my lips to her right ear. "You'd better go find my some pennies first," said Carmen as she turned around.
Carmen's lips met mine as she pushed me gently against the wall and her firm body pressed against mine. I ran my hands up her thighs and gave her buttocks a hard squeeze. I pushed back against her until she bumped into the counter around the sink. "Oh," she said as she glanced behind her.
"I'd better get your pennies," I said as I stepped away to clean myself up. "Before I get too distracted."
I hastily got dressed and headed out to my car. In the parking lot I saw two men sitting in a cargo van in the parking lot. They were watching me as I opened my car door and started rummaging around for pennies. I managed to find a handful of pennies and as I locked my car and headed back to Carmen's door the men were still there.
"I found a few," I said as I went back inside Carmen's apartment.
Carmen was sitting naked on the couch waiting for me. "Let's go into the bedroom she said.
I followed Carmen back to her bed. She rolled onto the bed and sat back propping herself up on her elbows. I took the handful of pennies and slowly let them fall from my hand across her chest and breasts. When I was done I gathered up all the coins from around her on the bed to drop them again. "I think we will need more pennies," said Carmen as she laid down on her back.
"I could probably get some from the bank," I said. "How many did you want?"
"Here, let me get some money," said Carmen as she jumped up off the bed and ran to the closet. She pulled out her satchel and reached inside. "This should do it," she said pulling out a handfull of bills.
"Yeah, okay," I said as Carmen handed me her money. "I'll be right back."
"I'd better see what the delivery guys have for me."
As I was walking back to my car I counted the money that Carmen had given me. I was a bit shocked to see that I had ten twenties. I stopped in the middle of the parking lot and considered going back to ask Carmen if she did indeed want that many pennies. Instead, I just stuffed the twenties into my pocket and resumed walking to my car. As I got to my car, I looked over and saw the two delivery men staring at me. They were likely wondering why I had left Carmen's apartment with a handful of money. "Yes, I am that good," I said to myself.
Trying to find a bank that's open Saturday afternoon was much harder than I had anticipated. It didn't help that when I found one instead of getting the whole amount converted to pennies, I just got twenty dollars worth. "My girlfriend wants to do a project with the in her daycare," I told the bank teller. Twenty dollars worth of pennies was heavier than I had expected. The teller had to scrounge up a plastic bag for me to use.
"My sister is doing one of those touchy feely things with the in her grade two class," I told the teller at the second bank.
By the time I got to the fourth bank I had stopped at a hardware store and picked up a plastic pail. It was getting late so I got the last two twenties changed into pennies and had the teller put them in the pail. "It's for a project for high school ," I said as I handed the teller the two twenties.
"Which high school?" asked the teller.
"I don't know," I said as he started handing over the paper rolls. "My brother is the teacher."
"Here's your pennies," I said as I opened the door to Carmen's apartment. When I looked up I found her on the couch with one of the delivery men. They were both naked with Carmen on his lap facing away from him. From the sounds of their groaning and their motions it was readily apparent what they were doing. They both continued oblivious to my presence.
"Well, hello there," said a male voice as I set the pail and bags of pennies down inside the doorway.
"Hi," I replied to the other delivery driver as he emerged naked from the bathroom.
"You must be Carmen's boyfriend," he said as he sat down on the couch beside Carmen and the other delivery man.
"I'm more of a friend," I replied. Carmen had her arms stretched behind her to brace herself on the back of the couch while the man she was with lifted her by the waist.
"Your girlfriend has amazing titties," said the other delivery man as he squeezed Carmen's right breast and then tried to match his mouth to the motion of her bouncing to suck her nipple.
"Sorry," said Carmen as she accidently elbowed him as she brought her arms forward. Carmen climbed off of the man she was with and turned around. Facing him, she placed a knee on either side if him on the couch. The she grabbed his cock and slowly lowered herself on top of it as she guided it deep inside her.
"Fuck," said the other man, "I wish I could go again." The man beneath Carmen was younger than me and the other man and was much leaner. Carmen leaned back as far as she could to allow room for the other man to touch and kiss her breasts.
"You should join us," said the other man as Carmen reached over and started stroking and tugging on his flaccid cock.
Without undressing I walked over and sat down on the far end of the couch. Carmen leaned over and gave me a long lingering kiss. The man beneath her began thrusting harder and faster causing Carmen's lips to break from mine. A fleshy slapping sound filled the room. Carmen straightened up and place her hands back on his shoulders. "I'm going to cum," said the man as he lifted Carmen off of him. "Lay down."
Carmen got off the man's lap and the other man got off the couch to make room for her to lay down. Carmen laid down with her head on the arm rest and her legs across the first man's lap. The man lifted Carmen's legs and got up. As he positioned himself between Carmen's thighs, Carmen had only one leg on the couch. The other man had to support her by the arm and back to keep her from falling off. I too had to move as I lifted my legs to a squatting position with my feet on the couch as the man with her got ready to penetrate. With one leg on the couch and one foot on the floor, the younger man thrust himself deep in and out of Carmen. I felt awkwardly trapped and uncomfortable in my place on the couch. The younger man suddenly pulled himself out if Carmen and yanked the condom off. Standing, he moved to Carmen's side as the other man moved out of the way. He stroked himself several times before uttering, "Fuck."
"Let me help," said Carmen as she sat up and pushed his hands away. She moved her hair away over one shoulder and grasped him with both hands. She pulled him by the cock so abruptly that he nearly fell ontop of her. She put him into her mouth and began to suck in long slow strokes. He suddenly pulled away out of her mouth and ejaculated on her neck and chest.
"Who wants to shower with me?" asked Carmen as she got up and went into the bathroom. Both men eagerly raised their hands. Carmen took them both by the hand and led them down the hall.
"How do you like the end tables?" the older man asked me before he disappeared into the bathroom. "You can barely see the damage."
"I barely noticed," I said as I turned around and saw for the first time a wooden end table at either end of the couch.
I followed the threesome into the bathroom. "I think we need to get Carmen and entertainment center and a TV next," said the older man as Carmen kneeled down on the side of the tub to turn on the water.
"You've got the most amazing ass," said the younger man as he sat behind Carmen on the side of the tub and ran his left right up between her legs.
"What time is it?" asked the older man as the younger man leaned over and kissed Carmen on the buttock.
"It's five o'clock," I replied looking at my watch as the younger man inserted two fingers on his right hand into Carmen's vagina and reached around to her clit with his other hand. "I'm never going to get showered like this," said Carmen.
"Five o'clock?" said the older man. "Shit! It's quitting time. We need to go."
The men hastily cleaned themselves up and got dressed. The each gave Carmen a kiss as they headed out the door. "Dwayne and Don," said Carmen as she waved goodbye and closed the door. "They are so much fun."
"I guess I'd better unwrap all these pennies," I said.
Carmen glanced down into the bucked and pulled out a paper wrapped roll of coins. She turned it over in her hand and admired it quizzically as I dumped out the rest of the rolls from the bucket onto the floor. Carmen slowly unwrapped her roll of pennies letting each one drop into the bucket one at time. Once she was done with her roll of pennies she took the paper and the discarded condoms on the living room floor to the garbage in the kitchen. As I unrolled the rest of the pennies, she went to the bathroom and started the shower.
Carmen was done her shower around the same time I was done unrolling pennies. I took the bucket into the bedroom as she climbed onto the bed. She leaned back on the bed propping herself up by the elbows. I placed one knee on the bed to steady myself and then raised the bucket above her. "Ready," I asked.
"Pour them on me."
Feeling a tinge of anger and jealousy over her involvement with Dwayne and Don, I let the whole bucket full of pennies crash down on her. Carmen let out a scream as nearly sixty pounds of pennies slammed into her chest flattening her against the bed. It was a bit more than even I had expected. Pennies flew everywhere. "Sorry," I said. "Maybe I should be a bit more gentle."
"Can you do it again a bit slower?" asked Carmen as she propped herself back up on her elbows.
"Sure," I said as I began scooping up pennies from the bed and dumping them into the bucket. I gathered up about half of them and then slowly poured them over Carmen's chest, abdomen and thighs. Carmen moaned and laid back as I grabbed handfuls and let them trickle over her breasts.
"Lay down with me," said Carmen.
Although I was still fully dressed, I laid down on top of Carmen and we began to kiss in her bed of pennies. "I want to feel your skin on my skin," she said as she pulled at my shirt. I sat up straddling her and took off my shirt as she undid my belt. I climbed off of the bed and removed the rest of my clothes.
By the time I was undressed Carmen had turned over and was on her hands and knees. I scooped up another bucket of pennies and gently poured them all over her and watched them bounce off her back. As I gathered up the pennies again Carmen dropped to her chest. I took the pennies I had in the bucket and poured them over Carmen's lovely raised ass. I collected as many as I could in the bucket and threw them against her like a copper wave.
I was becoming aroused so I set the bucket down and knelt down on the bed behind Carmen. Resting my left hand on her back for balance on the penny covered bed I reached between her legs with my right hand and began to stroke her clitoris. As her libia became swollen and moist I inserted two fingers into her vagina. Carmen let out a moan and started to rock her hips to the motion of my fingers. Then she pulled away from me and turned around on the bed. She grabbed my half erect penis and took it into her mouth. It was difficult for us to steady ourselves so Carmen directed me to lay down. I laid down on my back amongst the pennies and Carmen knelt down between my spread legs. She ran her tongue slowly up my hardening cock several times before enveloping it within her mouth. "Condom," I said as I gently lifted Carmens' face away from me.
"Aw, I'm hungry," she teased and gave me her best pouty look.
I quickly put on my second condom and found Carmen on her knees and chest with her buttocks raised seductively in the air. I got behind her and slid myself between her thighs teasing her clitoris with my erection. Lifting my penis with my hand I pulled back sliding the head up her libia until it slipped into her vagina. I pushed all the way slowly in and held it here momentarily before beginning the next thrust. I pushed slightly faster each time until Carmen started moaning in pleasure. I kept going faster and harder until I collapsed beside her gasping for breath. Without taking a pause, Carmen rolled me onto my back and mounted me. She quickly guided me in and then placing her hands on my chest, she started rocking and thrusting grinding and bending me against her pelvis with each push. I grasped her breasts and started to thrust my hips to her rhythm. Although I was painfully hard, I was nowhere near orgasm.
I finally lifted Carmen off of me and got her to lay down on her back. I spread her legs and drove myself deeply into her. I continued to thrust away to Carmen's delight until I finally ejaculated. Exhausted I laid silently on top and inside her until I started to drift off to sleep. "I'd better get cleaned up and head home," I said as I reached down for the condom and pulled myself out.
That night I was eating a frozen dinner back in my quiet apartment when I saw something on the late local news. I hadn't been really paying much attention. It was something about counterfeit twenty dollar bills, but they showed the last bank I had been at that afternoon. Then to my utter horror I saw a grainy black and white security camera image of myself approaching the teller.
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Erotic Science Fiction: Wanted - Chapter 3
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Posted:May 3, 2015 8:06 am
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I emailed Carmen a thank you as soon as I got home. "It was great meeting you. I'm looking forward to next Saturday."
"Me too," was the immediate reply.
I tired to figure out something else to say, but couldn't.
I had an at work lunch time fitness class on Tuesday. As I was in the locker room about to change into my shorts, I noticed that I was the only guy there. I left the locker room and went up to the room where the class was held. Inside the room empty. The instructor, a young lithe female coworker was taking down the the motivational posters and rolling them up to put in a box. "I hope you're not here for the class," she said.
"I thought we still had a class."
"Didn't you get my email?"
"I might have. I probably didn't read it," I answered sheepishly.
"Our room is being turned into more offices," said the instructor as she walked over to a step ladder and moved it over to get the last poster.
"More offices? I thought the company was cutting back and reducing staff," I said as I tried not to stare at the instructor. Although she was always tastefully dressed in the office, she did garner considerable attention from some of the other men.
"They are," said the instructor as she climbed the ladder. I stood behind her and took a discrete look up to admire the impressive veiw. "But first they are closing the San Fernando office and moving a skeleton crew here to manage the vendor work."
"That sucks," I said as I was handed a poster. I rolled it up and placed it in the box with the others.
"Well I guess that pretty much does it," said the instructor as she surveyed the empty room. "At least I still have my job, for now."
"I guess we need to be thankful for that."
"Well, thanks for being a part of my class and for helping clean up the room."
"Well, I did roll up one poster," I said as the instructor stepped suddenly towards me and gave me a quick hug. Catching me unprepared I just had time to barely brush her waist before she pulled back.
Brushing her blonde hair from her eyes, she said, "I'd better eat my lunch and get some work done."
"Yes me too," I said as I handed her the box.
I went back to my desk in my tiny cubicle. The office was pretty quiet as everybody was out for lunch. I looked at my phone and figured I'd better send a message to Carmen, although other than "hi" I wasn't sure what to say. Feeling uncomfortable sending her a message fro my desk while people were walking past, I went into an empty toilet stall in the men's washroom. I pulled down my pants and underwear as if I was making the typical visit and sat on the toilet.
I was tempted to ask Carmen more questions about herself, but I figured I should wait until I saw her again. On one hand I wanted to show her that I was still interested, but I didn't want to be annoying. Instead I went on the LesbianPersonals site and looked up her profile. Although she was online her profile hadn't changed. She still had very little in terms of words and only the one picture. It was a picture taken with the camera held high so that it only showed her impressive cleavage and not her face. She must have been on the couch sitting forward with her legs slightly spread. As I looked at the picture I thought back remembering as I first sat on her couch and caressed her breasts through her red halter top as our lips met. My cock hardened so I started to stroke it. It was soon fully hard. I knew that it would not be going anywhere until I finished myself off. There was no way I could walk through the office back to my desk with a full hardon. I wrapped myself in toilet paper and started stroking away. I thought of how incredible Carmen's breasts had felt as I fondled them and kissed them and how her nipples hardened between my lips as I sucked on each one. I thought of how amazing they were compared to all the breasts I admired and touched in the numerous afternoons spent at the local gentlemen's club. As I quickly approached orgasm, I remembered how it felt when Carmen sat on my lap rocking her hips against mine as my cock hardened in my pants. I made a tight fist with my hand and pushing my cock into it, I imagined the first time I tried to penetrate into Carmen when she mounted me on the couch. I was so close. I quickly thought of my fitness instructor's beautiful rock hard ass as she stood above me on the ladder. As sweat burst from my pores, I filled the ball of tissue with my ejaculate.
"Good workout?" asked the guy in the neighboring cubicle as I returned to my desk.
"Yes, it was the best."
The rest of the week couldn't pass soon enough. I waited until a minute after noon Saturday before emailing Carmen, "Hi, when can I come over?"
I sat anxiously staring at my phone waiting for her reply. After a few minutes I began to wonder whether or not I should email again and if so, how soon. Then to my relief I got a reply. "You can come over anytime."
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
I grabbed two condoms this time before heading out the door.
When I got to Carmen's place she answered the door wearing a red silk housecoat. "Hi, I missed you," I said before leaning in and kissing her gently on the lips.
Carmen pulled me inside and kissed me back as she closed the door. "I missed you too."
"I like what you're wearing," I said as I ran my hand down her back feeling the silky fabric slip beneath my fingers. I could feel my penis stirring inside my pants. I remember thinking of her as I had masturbated at work and marveled at how much better she felt in person.
"I went shopping again. I have a bed now too."
"Oh, wow. Let's see."
Carmen led me by the hand to her bedroom. She still had only a couch and a coffee table in her living room, but I could see a table and three chairs in the kitchen. The apartment was still perfectly clean and uncluttered. In the bedroom as a queen sized bed with sheets and two pillows. Other than the bed, the room was empty.
"Do you like it?" asked Carmen.
"Yes," I said as I sat down.
Carmen slipped off her housecoat and let it fall to the floor. When I saw her naked I remembered again just how beautiful she was. She stepped over towards me and I slid back further onto the bed. Putting her hands on my shoulders she straddled me. Our lips and tongues met before I slowly descended down her neck to her breasts. I could feel my cock harden painfully against the tight constriction of my pants.
Carmen pushed me back and lay upon me. Our lips met again before she moved to my neck. She slid off of me and started undoing my belt and jeans. "I think something wants out," she said.
I helped Carmen out the best I could with getting my pants off. When they were finally down around my thighs, Carmen placed her hands around the base of my penis and took me deeply into her mouth. She took a couple long slow pulls before quickly speeding up. "I love the feeling of a dick hardening in my mouth," she said taking a pause
"Here, let me go down on you too," I said. "Let's try sixtynine."
Carmen turned around and straddled me. I pulled he hips until my face was between her legs and my tongue was on her clitoris. As I alternated between licking and sucking, Carmen went down on me again. When she felt nice and moist I gently inserted two fingers into her vagina. Carmen responded nicely rocking her hips to the motion of my fingers.
Eventually, I withdrew my fingers and and asked, "Are you ready?"
"Oh, yes."
I took the first condom out of my pocket and finished undressing. When my clothes were tossed onto the floor, I laid down and opened the condom and rolled it on. Carmen straddled me before I even had a chance to move my hands out of the way. We thrust vigorously as Carmen alternated between laying on me and sitting up. "Let's try reverse cowgirl," I suggested as I became close to orgasm.
Carmen paused and seemed unsure of what I wanted. "Turn around," I said.
Carmen pulled herself off of me and turned around to face the foot of the bed before straddling me again. I directed myself into her as she lowered her pelvis onto my mine. I watched as my hard penis slid deep into her vagina. I clamped my eyes shut and thought of the most unsexy thing I could, the dwarf planet Pluto and the rocky astroids and comets beyond. As I gripped Carmen's hips as she rocked against me flexing and bending my penis from inside her, my efforts to postpone orgasm were not working. "Let's lay down," I said as I moved myself sideways out from under Carmen.
"I've never done that before," said Carmen as we rolled over onto our sides with me still deep inside her. Carmen was facing away from me and I was laying behind her.
"You've never done reverse cowgirl?" I asked as I reached my hands under and over Carmen to fill my hands with her breasts.
"Most guys just do missionary," said Carmen as she propped herself up on her elbow to make room for my arm.
Carmen paused as we heard voices through her window outside her door. There was a knock and she got up and put on her housecoat. "Just a second," said Carmen as she stepped out of the bedroom.
"We found a couple damaged end tables in the warehouse that we thought you might like," said the muffled voice from the door.
"Can you bring them by later?" asked Carmen. "I'm busy right now."
"Sure, I guess," said the voice as Carmen quickly shut the door.
Carmen came running back into the bedroom and pounced onto the bed. She climbed on top of me and I rolled both of us over until I was on top of her. Propping myself up on one elbow, I used my other hand to guide myself back inside her. I laid down on top of her and thrust deeply as I kissed her ear lobe and her neck before raising myself up again on my hands. I pushed into her a few more times before pausing to raise her legs. "Let me get behind you," I finally said after several more long deep thrusts.
I pulled myself out of Carmen and she got up and turned over onto her hands and knees. She wiggled her beautiful ass in front of me, teasing me. I grabbed her to hold it still an then slowly kissed each cheek. Then with my left hand on her hips, I directed myself back into her with my right hand. I gently slid myself deep into her before I leaned over her and kissed her back. I moved her long dark hair to the side and worked my lips up to the back of her neck. Propping myself up on my left hand, I reached around underneath her and squeezed each of her breasts as I continued to kiss her neck and her back. I raised myself back up again and grabbed Carmen by the hips. Carmen gasped as I pushed a bit deeper with every slow thrust. She began to quickly rock her hips against me as she lowered herself from her hands to her elbows. "I need to cum," I said.
Our pace increased until our bodies began making a vulgar slapping sound as they came together. The noise filled the room louder than our moans. I grunted loudly and spasmed as I reached orgasm. Carmen suddenly cried out and shoved us both backwards as she shot upwards. I reached around between her legs until I found her clitoris beneath my fingers. Carmen reached behind her grabbing my thighs. She continued to push backwards until we both lost our balance and went tumbling backwards off the foot of the bed with a loud painful thump. "Wow. That was fun," she said as I lay there gasping for breath.
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Erotic Science Fiction: Wanted - Chapter 2
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Posted:Apr 28, 2015 6:00 pm
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When Carmen and I got to the Target, I found myself feeling rather self conscious. I wasn't sure what I'd say if I met anybody I knew there. Although most of my acquaintances knew of my separation, they might be wondering how a forty four year old like me met a stunning twenty six year old. I wasn't about to tell them I was a member of LesbianPersonals.
Despite my anxiety, we strode inside and I grabbed Carmen a shopping cart. "Let's see," I said, "you need some glasses and plates and definitely some washcloths and towels."
As we started to gather Carmen's items and no other customers were around, I stood on the back of the cart and coasted. When I looked back, Carmen was staring at me with a mischievious look in her eyes. "Can I try that?" she asked.
"Sure."
Carmen carefully placed her sachel in the carrier. Gripping the sides of the cart tightly, she put her left foot on the bottom of the cart and pushed off with her right foot. After a couple of easy tries she pushed harder and began going faster. She raced down the center aisle to the far end of the store and then raced back again.
Customers and staff members stopped what they were doing and turned to stare. "Holy fuck," said Carmen loudly as she stepped off the cart. "Maybe I should buy some other clothes," said Carmen when she saw all the eyes that were on her. The majority of the customers were dressed more modestly than Carmen in her short blue jean shorts and halter top.
By the time we were done shopping, the cart was full of household items and clothes. As we past the jewelry counter, something caught Carmen's eye. "Is that gold?" she asked.
"Would you like to see anything?" asked the clerk.
"That one right there please," said Carmen pointing to a large gold ring.
"The men's wedding band?"
"Yes please."
The clerk placed the ring on Carmen's palm and she rolled it between her fingers. "Is it pure gold?" she asked.
"That one is 14 carat gold," replied the clerk.
"Oh," said Carmen as she handed the ring back disappointed.
"Could I interest you in a diamond ring?" asked the clerk as Carmen began to push the cart away.
Carmen paused and looked into the display case.
"That is a three diamond piece set in a 10 carat gold ring for twelve eighty nine," said the clerk.
"That is quite a bit for a metastable allotrope of mere carbon," said Carmen as she pushed the cart away.
"Thank you for your time," I added.
We went to the cashier and the total came to just over $400. "I think I might be a bit over," said Carmen. "It should have been three hundred and ninety six dollars and fifty eight cents."
"Did you include sales tax?" I asked as I suddenly became afraid that I was about to become a sugar daddy.
"What's that?" asked Carmen.
"A small portion of all money spent goes back to the government."
"We could put a couple things back for you," suggested the cashier.
"Could you lend me a twenty?" Carmen asked me.
"Sure," I said as I dug out my wallet. I was grateful that I would only be out $20.
As the line behind us grew, I handed Carmen a twenty dollar bill. She immediately placed it into the big pocket on her sachel as she dug around for her money. "I thought you had your money in your pocket," I said as Carmen closed the first compartment of her sachel with my $20 in it and went rummaging through each other compartment.
"Yes, you're right," said Carmen. "Oh, wait, here it is."
Carmen went back to the big compartment of her sachel and pulled out some $20 bills. "Oh wait, I don't need your twenty after all," she said as she handed me back a $20.
As we left the store I quietly said, "I don't know if it's such a good idea to be carrying around a lot of cash like that. Don't you have a credit card?"
"I don't even have a bank account."
"How did you pay your rent?"
"I wrote a check."
"How do you write a check without a bank account?"
"I just wrote one."
"But if there's no account to draw the money from the check will bounce and they will send the police after you."
"That would be very bad," said Carmen nervously.
"Do you have enough cash to pay for your rent?"
"Yes of course."
"Maybe you can tell them that you used the wrong check and pay them the cash, but you'd better do it as soon as we get back," I said as we reached my car.
"Okay," said Carmen. "Aren't you going to let me drive?" she asked as I went to open the door for her.
"Oh, yes," I said as I reluctantly handed her the key. "I almost forgot."
"Okay, you need to push the clutch all the way in to start the engine," I said as soon as we were belted in.
"What's a clutch?"
"The pedal on the left."
"Okay," said Carmen as she pushed the clutch in and started the engine.
"Have you driven a stick before?" I asked as I put the transmission into reverse for her.
"What's a stick?"
"A car with a standard transmission," I said as Carmen released the clutch suddenly and stalled the engine.
"No, today is the first day that I've even ridden in a car," said Carmen as she backed smoothly out of the parking spot.
"I take it you don't have a driver's license."
"Is that a problem?"
"Just don't get into any accidents or speed."
To my surprise and immense relief Carmen drove incredibly well. She drove to the interstate and headed down one mile and turned around on a nearby overpass. She drove back the exact same route I had taken on the way to the store.
Once she was off the interstate and safely back on her own street, I began to relax. I placed my left hand on the warm soft inside her slender thigh and slid it slowly up and under the leg of her blue jean shorts until I reached the fabric of her panties. Then I reached around with my right hand and cupped her breast and squeezed it firmly through her top. I leaned over further to kiss her neck and ear.
When I looked up Carmen was driving into the empty visitor parking spot outside her building much too fast. She slammed on the brakes throwing me against my seat belt. The car stopped just in time before hitting the curb. Carmen turned off the key and immediately grabbed me and started kissing me. I kissed her back and ran my tongue into her mouth as I grasped her breasts. I felt Carmen's tongue carefully probe inside my mouth as I slid my left hand down the inside of her panties and felt the warm moistness between her legs.
"We'd better get into your room before we're arrested for indecent exposure," I said pulling away.
"There are too many things that we can be arrested for," said Carmen as she grabbed her sachel from the back seat.
"I guess we can get your things later," I said as we walked briskly to her apartment. As soon as we were inside and the door was shut she pushed me against the wall and kissed me again. She ran the fingers of her left hand through my hair as we kissed each other deeply and I squeezed her ass through her shorts.
"Just let me put this away," she said as she stepped back away from me and wiped her mouth. As Carmen went to her room, I stripped naked and sat down on her couch. I was only half hard and was unsure whether or not I could perform again. After shutting the bedroom door Carmen saw me sitting naked on her couch and began to strip as she walked towards me. She pulled her top over her large beautiful breasts and undid her bra and let it fall onto the floor. Before she had a chance to take off her shorts I stood up and pulled her into my arms. I kissed her wildly as I ran my hands through her long dark hair. I stepped back and pulled her by the hands towards me as I sat back down on the couch. She straddled my lap and I buried my face between her breasts. Carmen rocked her pelvis against my hardening cock as I squeezed her breasts against my face. "You're whiskers," laughed Carmen as she pulled away.
"Sorry," I said as gently squeezed her breasts together and kissed each nipple.
"Don't be," said Carmen as she slid off me lap and knelt down before me. "I want to give you a blow job," she said as she pushed my thighs apart.
"Yeah, okay," I said leaning back.
Carmen grabbed the back of my cock and ran her tongue slowly from the base to the tip. Then she put her lips around the head and slowly slid them down until the head of my penis bumped her teeth.
"No teeth, no teeth," I said as Carmen started sliding her teeth over my cock.
"Sorry," said Carmen.
"Don't be," I added as Carmen began again using only her lips and tongue. "Suck on it," I said as Carmen gripping me firmly with her hand slid her lips and tongue over the first three inches of my cock.
"It won't be a blow job, if I sucked."
"That's okay."
I could feel my cock quickly harden as Carmen teased me orally. I wanted to plunge myself deep inside her. "I don't have another condom," I said.
"Do you need one?" asked Carmen as she released me and stood up to undress.
"It would be a good idea," I said as Carmen kicked off her shoes.
I put my hands on her hips before proceeding to unbutton her shorts. To my surprise Carmen's blue jean shorts would not unbutton. Instead the waist was elastic. "I'd better not do this," I said as I started to slide Carmen's shorts down her hips. As she stood before me wearing only a pair of lacy red panties I put my hand between her legs and massaged her vagina. Carmen began to moan and then she quickly slid her panties off and straddled me on the couch. I felt myself slide deep inside her. She rocked her hips against me as I thrust myself vigorously in and out of her.
"Here, let me lay down," I gasped after a few minutes of me leaning back on the couch with Carmen on top of me. Carmen climbed off of me and I laid back on the couch. As soon as I was comfortable, she climbed back on and I directed myself inside of her. I laid still as she thrust slowly against me. It was taking me much longer to reach orgasm than it did earlier in the day, but I was beginning to feel exhausted.
"Let me get behind you," I said.
Carmen climbed off of me and stood up. "On the couch?" she asked.
"Sure," I said standing up. "Kneel down on the couch. Carmen placed her hands on the back of the couch and then her knees on the edge.
"My god do you ever have a magnificent ass," I said as I ran my hands between her legs and teased her with my fingers. Slowly, I directed my penis to her and rubbed the tip on her clitoris. When I could no longer resist, I plunged my my cock into her. I thrust fast and hard until I reached climax. I pulled myself out and ejaculated on the back of her leg.
"Sorry, I made a mess."
"Don't be," she said as she turned around and kissed me.
As our lips and tongues met I gripped her ass with my hands thoroughly enjoying and appreciating every moment. I slid my hands down her legs before remembering that where I had ejaculated. "I'd better clean up," I said as I came away with a wet hand.
I went into Carmen's washroom before remembering that all her stuff was still in my car. I rinsed my hands and cleaned myself up the best I could with toilet paper. "I still have all your clothes and washcloths in my car," I said.
"You'd better not forget them," said Carmen as we walked past each other in the hallway.
"I'd better get them now," I said as I dressed.
"That's fine."
I went to my car and brought back all Carmen's stuff in three trips. When I returned with the last two bags, Carmen was dressed again and sitting on her couch cross legged with her thin black tablet on her lap. "Hey, listen, did you want to get a pizza?" I asked as Carmen quickly stashed her computer in the table drawer.
"Sorry, I have other plans."
"Oh, that's okay. When can I see you again?"
"How about next Saturday afternoon?" suggested Carmen.
"Yeah, that will be great," I said.
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Erotic Science Fiction: Wanted - Chapter 1
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Posted:Apr 19, 2015 6:57 am
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I'm really not sure whether or not I should be writing this. I don't want the authorities to find out I am who I am. It isn't just with the local police either. I'm sure they'd love to find me, but I'm also wanted by the FBI, the Secret Service, the CIA, the NSA and the Department of Homeland Security. If there is an government agency, they probably have me on their most wanted list.
Regardless of the danger, I can't keep this a secret. People need to know what has been happening.
This shit all started when I responded to an adult friends finder profile. She called herself Electra. From the profile, she was a single, slender twenty six year old brunette with a very nice cleavage picture. She was also in my area. She had just the one picture in her profile and not much else. I figured she was a fake, but I sent her a wink anyways. Even if she wasn't a fake, I didn't think she would be interested in me. I'm a forty four year old divorcee. Although I am in good shape from running and working out and still have most of my own hair, I'm not twenty six.
To my surprise she winked back. I wrote her a nice cheesy note saying how happy I was that she joined LesbianPersonals and how I would like to get to know her better. She wrote back less than an hour later asking when I would like to come over. Since it was a Saturday afternoon and I was sitting alone in my dumpy little apartment, I replied that I could come over anytime and gave her my cell number and email address.
In a few minutes an email arrived with an apartment address asking how soon I could be there. I googled the address and saw that it was 15 minutes away.
"I can be there in 15 minutes. Did you want to meet at your place or first a restaurant?" I emailed.
"My place" was the immediate reply.
I considered asking some more questions like whether or not she was really married, but this was my first date through LesbianPersonals and I didn't want to fuck it up.
"On my way" I replied.
As I drove out to the address, my hands were shaking the whole way. I had no idea what was in store for me. I was just hoping that she wouldn't turn out to be a lonely and violent gay man. I brought a condom just in case things worked out well, but was really not expecting to be using it.
Her apartment was in an older building. It was an downstairs unit in a block of twenty.
With considerable apprehension, I knocked on her door. A few seconds later it was opened by an absolutely stunning brunette wearing short blue jean shorts an a low cut red halter top. It was the same top she had worn in her picture. She looked caucasian, but her skin was dark enough to be either latino or middle eastern.
"Hi, I'm Carmen," she said as she stared blankly ahead past me not making eye contact.
"I'm Rick," I replied as Carmen continued to stare past me. I was sure she was looking at something or someone behind me and had to fight the urge not to turn around. I figured she was either concerned that the neighbors might see her visitor or that she had a guy watching her.
"Please come in," said Carmen as she quickly stepped to the side.
She spoke with very little inflection and continued to look blankly past me. If she hadn't moved, I would have sworn that I was talking to a mannequin.
I walked into her apartment. Other than a couch and a coffee table, the living room was completely bare.
"Nice place," I said as I glanced around. The bedroom and bathroom were down the hall. From what I could see the bedroom was also empty. The kitchen was just off the living room and other than a fridge and stove, it was bare too.
"Please make yourself comfortable," said Carmen as she jestured to the couch.
I sat down and she sat down beside me to my right. We turned to face each other, but did not say anything. I touched the back of her hand. She felt warm and soft. I gently slid my left hand up her arm and across her shoulder to her cheek. I pulled her face towards mine and kissed her briefly on the lips. Although she didn't respond very strongly, I kissed her again more slowly. Her mouth opened a bit so I played my tongue across her lips.
As we kissed I slid my left hand down from her cheek to her right breast and squeezed it through her shirt and bra. Although her breasts were fairly ample for such a slender woman they seemed quite natural. In the weeks following my separation I had spent many afternoons in the local gentlemen's clubs and had become quite familiar with hard enhanced breasts.
I moved my lips down Carmen's neck to her chest as she arched her head back. I pulled up on her top. top lifting it above her breasts until is was piched between her arms and sides. Other than placing an arm on my shoulder, parting her lips as we kissed and tilting her head back when I kissed her neck, Carmen hadn't moved or responded to my affections. Despite my apprehensions I continued to caress and kiss her breasts through her black lacy bra.
I felt a latch in the middle of the bra so I undid it and move the cups aside. Carmen had the nicest breasts I had ever seen. The were surprisingly firm for their size. I kissed and sucked on each small nipple and felt it harden against my tongue.
As I continued to kiss her breasts I moved my left hand down her side, across her slender waist and squeezed her ass through the jean shorts. She rolled her hips slightly towards me.
"We should take your top off," I said as I pulled my lips away from her breasts.
Carmen nodded and leaned forward away from the back of the couch to undress. As I sat back and admired her beauty, I found myself wondering if she might be expecting me to pay her. I had only $40 on me and began to feel a bit uncomfortable.
Despite my misgivings, I took off my shirt and undershirt. We both just sat there staring at each other topless for a moment before I said, "come here and sit on my lap."
Carmen stood up and stepped in front of me between me and the coffee. I squeezed my knees together and she turned around to face away from me. Then she slowly stepped back placing a foot on either side of me. I leaned forward to reach her and slowly ran my hands up the outsides of her long lean legs.
It had been so long since I had been with a woman that I wanted to enjoy each moment and each sensation to it's fullest. I took my time carrassing Carmen's ass through her jeans. Like her breasts, it was perfect. Since she didn't seem to object to standing over me, I continued to squeeze each cheek before sliding my left had between her legs to her clitoris and rubbed it through her shorts.
Eventually I placed my hands on Carmen's hips and pulled her gently backwards on top of me. At first she resisted, but then slowly and awkwardly she lowered herself onto my lap. For a woman so lean and athletic, she did not seem to move with much ease or confidence.
Once her weight was finally on me, I collected her long dark hair and moved it over her shoulder and kissed her back. I reached around with my hands and cupped her breasts pulling her back to lean against me. I kissed the back of her neck and gently pinched her nipples. I could feel her breath deepen and quicken as I slid my right hand across her flat abdomen and under the waist of her shorts. I felt no hair or stubble as I reached all the way to her clitoris under her panties. I heard her gasp as I made tiny gently circles with my forefinger around her clitoris feeling it roll beneath the pressure. I slid my hand over her vulva and pressed my finger tips over the outside of her vagina in a pulling motion. She began to rock her hips against my hand. I could feel her labia moisten and swell with each thrust. With each thrust I could feel my cock harden in my pants. Eventually my finger slipped inside her vagina. She let out a deep gasp as her body spasmed against mine. I was on the verge of ejaculating as I quickly pushed her off of me.
"Let's fuck," I said breathlessly.
Carmen stood up and slowly turned around in front of me before sliding off her shorts and panties. I was so close to orgasm that I had to look away from her and imagine an angry crashing through the door as I pulled off my own pants and underwear. I still had my shoes and socks on with my pants and underwear around my ankles when Carmen stepped forward and began to straddle me. "Let me put the condom on," I said.
Carmen stepped back and I got the condom out of my pants pocket and tore it open. Although I hadn't worn a condom in years, it rolled on easily.
I leaned back on the couch as Carmen placed a knee on either side of me and moved herself over me. I guided myself into her as she lowered herself on to me. We pushed a couple times, but she felt too dry for me to penetrate more than an inch with the condom on.
"Let me go down on you," I said. "Lay down on the table."
Carmen got off of me and sat down on the edge of the coffee table. She seemed unsure of what to do next. She placed her hands on the far edge and leaned back as far as she could. I knelt down before her with my head between her thighs. With my tongue on her clit I pressed my finger tips against her vagina. It felt too dry to push inside so I licked my fingers and tried again. It was still not enough so I tried to reach directly with my tongue, but Carmen's abdomen was in the way.
"Lay all the way down," I ordered. I tried to will away my impatience and sense of frustration as I waited for Carmen to move.
Carmen put her feet on the edge of the couch and lifted her hips bringing them closer to me. Then she lowered all the way with her back in the narrow coffee table. I was trapped between the couch and her pelvis so Carmen gripped the near edge of the coffee table and slid back away from me until only her waist and lower back were on the table. I had enough room to kneel down so I lowered my face between her legs. I lowered my shoulders between her thighs and spread her labia away from her vagina with my thumbs before penetrating with my moist tongue.
I could feel my cock softening with the inattention so as soon as her vagina felt moist enough I sat up and pushed myself inside of her. I penetrated deeply and thrust a couple times, but with Carmen's hips on the table she was too high to be comfortable with me kneeling. I propped myself up by my hands on the edge of the coffee table as I thrust a few more times.
I could feel myself harden again with every thrust, but Carmen did not look too comfortable propping herself up by her elbows off the far side of the coffee table so I pulled her by the hips towards me so that more of her back would be supported by the table. I tried thrusting again, but it still wasn't working very good.
I withdrew and sat back on the edge of the couch. When Carmen sat up, I gently took her by the wrist and carefully pulled her towards me. She quickly straddled me and guided me inside of her. She seemed a bit more agile than before.
Once I was deep inside her, I thrust myself in and out as I pushed and pulled on her hips to get her rocking with me. Once Carmen started to do more of the moving, I moved my hands to her chest and buried my face between her breasts.
I felt myself very quickly approaching orgasm so I grabbed Carmen by the hips and slid her back away from me. "Let me get on top," I said.
Carmen stood up and stepped away from me. I stood up too and gently directed her to lay down on the couch. Once she was comfortably positioned, I spread her legs and kneeled down between them. It took me a couple tries and for Carmen to roll her pelvis towards me before I found her vagina.
I lay my weight down on her as I kissed her neck and ear and thrust my hips fast and deep. I could feel Carmen's arms and legs tighten around me and she began to respond more strongly. Her hips began to rock and her breath in my ear began to take on a moaning sound.
I was coming dangerously close to orgasm. I tried to distract myself by thinking of my car, my job and finally the planets Neptune and Uranus. Nothing was working. I could not stop thinking of Carmen.
I couldn't take anymore. I raised myself up off of Carmen as I thrust myself hard and deep inside of her. Taking in as much of her exotic beauty as I could, I shouted out, "Oh, God, oh Carmen, oh," and ejaculated.
Carmen, gripping me with her legs, thrust against me a few more times before I collapsed on top of her in exhaustion. "Holy fuck, that was good," I said.
"Holy fuck,"repeated Carmen.
Gripping my softening cock and condom, I pulled myself out of Carmen. She continued to lay there on the couch so I kneeled on the floor beside her to kiss and caress her breasts. "Oh my God, you are so fucking amazing," I said.
As I continued to enjoy her breasts, I could feel Carmen's hand run through my hair, down the back of my neck and across my shoulders. "I can't believe it's been over a year since I've last done this," I said.
"Done what?"
"Had sex."
"Really? What have you been doing?"
"My wife and I separated about two months ago. We hadn't had sex in a while. I thought it was just something we were going through, but then I found out that she had been seeing someone else the whole time."
Carmen stared silently at the ceiling while I talked and fondled her breasts. I could feel the condom about to slide off my flaccid penis, so I asked,"where is your garbage?"
"It's in the kitchen, under the sink."
I pulled off the wet condom and collected the wrapper from beside the couch. As my mind replayed the events of our encounter, I began to ask, "you aren't, I mean, you weren't a...you know, a..."
"A what?" asked Carmen as she got up and walked to the bathroom.
I was about to say "virgin" until I opened up the door under the sink and saw at least two other used condoms in Carmen's garbage.
"Never mind, it's nothing," I said.
Angry and disappointed, I tossed my condom into the collection and walked to the bathroom to clean myself up.
"Do you have a washcloth?" I asked as I reached the bathroom.
"No," replied Carmen as she flushed the toilet and squeezed past me.
The bathroom was just as bare as the rest of the apartment. I saw only a bar of soap and one ratty towel. I considered wiping myself off with Carmen's only towel, but remembering the condoms I saw in the garbage, I was afraid to touch it. Instead I rolled up a ball to toilet paper to clean up with.
When I was done in the bathroom I went back to the living room. Carmen was fully dressed again and sitting on couch. She was engrossed in her tablet computer which she quickly stashed away in the drawer in the coffee table as soon as she spotted me. It was a newer model, very thin and gloss black.
"Could I get a glass of water?" I asked.
Carmen stared at me for a moment before replying, "I guess so."
I went into her kitchen to look for a glass or a cup, but the cupboards were completely bare.
"How long have you been here?" I asked returning to the living room. "Other than a couch and a table, you have nothing."
"I've been here for a week," Carmen replied.
"Did the airline lose your luggage."
"I travel light."
"I guess you don't have a car?"
"Nope."
"If you need to pick up a few things, I could take you shopping."
I immediately regretted my offer. Although I just had intercourse with an amazingly beautiful woman, I did not want to be buying her stuff for her apartment.
"I would like that," said Carmen. "Let me get my money."
Carmen got up and walked into her bedroom closing the door behind her. She came out a few moments later stuffing a handfull of bills into the front pocket of her shorts. "Are you ready?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Do you have a purse?"
"No, but let me grab my bag."
Carmen returned to her bedroom and came back out with a brown leather sachel. She wore the strap across her shoulder and gripped the handle tight.
I led the way out of the apartment. "Aren't you going to lock your door?" as Carmen followed me down the hallway.
"Oh, yes," she replied turning around.
As I stopped and looked back, I saw that she had left her door wide open.
Carmen closed the door and started back towards me. "Do you have your key?" I asked.
"I need that, don't I?"
"What planet are you from?" I asked sarcastically, before cringing at my stupity.
"I'm from...I'm from France," said Carmen defensively as she rushed back into her apartment.
I stood outside her door for what felt like an eternity. I was about to leave when Carmen appeared. She locked her door and said, "let's go."
Carmen followed me over to my car. It was an older Toyota. I glanced at her face to see what she thought as I opened the passenger side door for her, but she didn't show any reaction. When I walked around and climbed in on the passenger side, Carmen was sitting in the seat with the door open. I put on my seat belt and started the engine.
Carmen seemed surprised and quickly asked me, "is that a gasoline engine?"
"Yes."
I was about to back up when I noticed that Carmen had not yet put on her seatbelt or closed her door. "You might want to close that," I said.
"Do I just pull it?"
"Yes, slam it so it latches tight."
Carmen closed the door with a loud crash.
"That's good," I said. "Now you'll need to put your seat belt on."
Carmen looked around around her seat before looking at me. When she saw my belt she flashed a quick smile and said, "oh."
"Here, let me get that for you."
I reached across Carmen and grabbed the belt for her. As I pulled it across, the back of my hand grazed across her breasts. I felt a stirring in my pants and wondered whether or not I would be ready to have sex again by the time we were back.
"You'll have to raise your left arm a bit so I can get your belt on," I said to Carmen as I put the seatbelt on for her.
"Oh, yes, thank you," she said as she raised her arm. She still gripped her sachel tightly with her left hand. "You are very helpful," she added as I backed the car up. "I really appreciate this."
"No problem," I said suddenly finding myself a bit nervous. I let out the clutch a bit too quickly and the car started off with a lurch causing Carmen to gasp.
"Where did you want to go?" I asked as we turned onto the street. "There is a Target nearby."
"That sounds good," said Carmen.
I accelerated quickly through the gears and saw Carmen get jolted with each shift. "Wow, this car is fast," she said.
"We're only doing forty," I said. "Wait 'til we're on the freeway."
As I sped up onto the freeway Carmen seemed engrossed by watching me shift gears. Then she put her hand on the inside of my thigh and slowly slid it up to my groin. I started breathing hard as I open my legs to welcome her caress. Her hand continued up my body and across my chest. "Can I drive on the way back?" she asked.
"Sure," I replied.
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Show Me Your Junk
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Posted:Feb 22, 2015 8:31 am
Last Updated:Jun 10, 2015 5:16 pm
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I heard something on the radio the other day about a volleyball coach being arrested after accidentally sending a video of himself masturbating to the girls on his team. Sure it was only an accident and accidents happen, but that shit is disturbing. If it was my who saw that, I'd be truly pissed.
I was sitting down to dinner one evening when I heard my cellphone buzz. I'm not normally one to be constantly checking messages, but my phone kept buzzing as several texts arrived. I thought it was something important so I picked it up and opened the text. There to my surprise was a picture of some guy's junk. It wasn't anybody I knew, just some dude trying to message a woman.
Normally I don't refer to the male genitalia as junk, but this was junk. Not only was he not particularly well endowed, but he was barely erect. If that was all I had to work with I wouldn't be sending pictures of it. I would wait to the last possible moment to disappoint my lover and hope like hell that she appreciates my oral. The worst thing was that he had some weird ring around his testis. If that's a cock ring, he had it on all wrong.
The guy was damn lucky that he sent it to me and that after being on LesbianPersonals as long as I have nothing disturbs me anymore. If I was an asshole, I could have really messed with him. He was also lucky that I was at home with my phone facing away from everybody when the picture popped up. If it happened in public or at work, I would have been in trouble.
In all honesty, I have never texted a revealing picture of myself. I do have some on my phone though and I'm always paranoid of showing people pictures, but I'm always very cautious with that stuff.
A girl I was texting with did send me a picture of her breast once, but that was because I didn't really believe that she had a nipple pierced. Ouch! But even that was after we had been texting for a while. She didn't type in some number that might be mine and send out a boob pic.
Guys, if you're texting someone new, send a very innocent first message to make sure the recipient is the person you think it is.
And if you're texting someone not so new, make sure the number is still current. I've had that happen to me when I sent a condolence message to somebody that I hadn't talked to in a while. Fortunately the recipient offered to pray for me.
And finally make sure the person you're messaging is the person you're intending to message and only the person you're intending to message. I had an out of town text once asking if I was looking for a date Friday night. I could have responded very inappropriately, but I made sure I figured out who it was first. It was from my mom and intended for a girlfriend. That could have gone very wrong in a hurry.
Sorry for the long rambling rant.
Anybody have a similar experience they'd like to share?
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New Fiction: The Saint
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Posted:Feb 15, 2015 1:14 pm
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2015 8:07 pm
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My wife has never asked me about any of my Facebook friends. Most of them aren't very interesting. They're just relatives, people I went to school with and past and present coworkers.
Mary is different. I'm not sure what I'd say if my wife asked me about Mary. I'm not sure what would upset my wife more, the truth about how I know Mary or the fact that on two occasions I've sent Mary an envelope full of money.
My wife doesn't know about the money, but she does know about the accident. What she doesn't know about the accident is how I survived. She doesn't know about Mary's uncle.
Mary had never asked me for money. Actually, she refused to accept it when I offered to help her out. The only way I could get her to take it was by mailing cash. If she didn't use the money, we would both be out. I never sent her much. It was only $100 each time. I mailed her an envelope of twenties when her boyfriend was out of work and her car needed to be fixed. I also mailed her money when the water line broke in her house and they needed a plumber.
I'm sure Mary still has problems occasionally, but she doesn't post them on Facebook anymore. She only posts happy things now. I see trips to the park with her husband and and then selfies and tag pictures with friends. I wish I could see her again, but I really don't have the chance.
I see her often in pictures with guy friends. I often wonder how many are just friends. Mary did tell me once when we first started messaging that she wanted to be a slut. I've always considered slut too be too negative of a word, but it was the one that she liked.
It was March two years ago that I first went to see Mary. My wife was taking the for a spring break trip to visit her parents in Chicago. It was snowing in Wichita the night before they left so I was terrified that their flights would be cancelled. I was more concerned that I would miss my trip then they theirs. They left in the morning and late that afternoon I was driving 90 minutes north to Salina, Kansas.
I met Mary in the Subway restaurant. I got there a few minutes early and waited. As each customer entered the store, I kept wondering if it was her. Most of them I hoped were not Mary. Then I saw the gray mini-van pull up. Out stepped a young dark haired woman in a long beige coat and jeans. She was much slimmer and fitter than the other women in the store, so I desperately hoped she was Mary.
When she opened the door she looked right at me and smiled. "Hi, you must be Mary," I said nervously.
"That's me," she replied. "You must be John."
"Did you want anything?" I asked as I got in line to order a sandwich.
"No, I'm good. I just had supper."
"How long have you lived in Salina?" I asked as we sat down at a far table away from any potential eavesdroppers.
"I've been back for about eight years now," replied Mary as she took off her coat revealing a tight red sweater. "I left when I was sixteen."
"That was pretty young," I said.
"I travelled with an uncle who drove a truck. He took care of me. When he wasn't around, I travelled with friends of his. Everybody knew my uncle. Eventually, I settled down in Texas and got married."
Mary's phone buzzed and she answered it. "Hello...I"m still here...he's eating...no...when he's done eating."
"Is that your husband?" I asked after Mary had hung up.
"Yes...I mean no, he's the guy I'm living with, but we're not married. I'm actually still legally married to my husband in Texas."
"I guess you never bothered to get divorced?"
"I haven't spoken or heard from him in eight years ever since I've left Texas. I didn't exactly leave in the best circumstances."
"Oh, do tell."
"My uncle pretty much rescued me from a hotel room. My husband always knew I liked other guys. It used to turn him on to watch. He liked to pick up guys for me when we were at the bars. Eventually he would just bring guys home. They weren't always the guys that I wanted though. I found out that he was selling me. One night he came home pretty drunk. He didn't have anybody with him. Instead he made me get dressed and took me to a motel. There were three men waiting for me. I didn't know what to do so I went into the bathroom and just waited. I heard a noise and when I looked out the window, there was my uncle's red Peterbuilt racing up the alley. The engine was roaring and thick black diesel smoke was pouring out of the stacks. I heard a big crash and the whole building shook. When I left the bathroom my uncle's truck had crashed right into the room. The men and my husband were pinned between the beds and the wall. I climbed over the debris and got into the cab. We stopped at home and picked up my stuff and he drove me back to Kansas."
"Wow that's amazing. Does he crash his truck into a lot of things?"
"He also crashed into my step-father's trailer."
"When did that happen?"
"It happened when I left Kansas. My step-dad was always a drunken asshole. He was always pushing my mom around and spanking me with his belt. I used to stay over at friends' houses Friday nights when my mom was at work and I knew that he would be home drinking. I'd go home around ten o'clock when I knew he would be passed out asleep. One night when I got home he woke up. He wanted to know where I had been. He chased me into my bedroom, but that night he took off more than just his belt. The trailer suddenly shook as it was knocked of it's foundations. I ran outside and saw my uncle's big red Peterbuilt. He had crashed into my step-dad's car so hard that it had been driven right underneath the trailer."
"That is quite a story," I said as I finished my sandwich and wrapped up the paper.
"We'd better get going," said Mary. "Mark gets a bit worried when I'm out meeting a new guy. Did you want to follow me?"
"Sure."
I followed Mary's gray minivan to her their small house near downtown Salina. On the way we drove past a hotel. There was a large cube van parked in front. The cab would have been too high to fit underneath the eaves. I realized then that Mary's motel story was crazy. The snow was falling much heavier. I considered turning around and driving back to Wichita. Instead I kept following the minivan.
"Hi you must be John," said Mary's boyfriend when we walked through the door. "I'm Mark."
As we shook hands I turned to look at the TV. Mark had been watching the weather and it looked awful.
"How was the drive up?" asked Mark as Mary and I hung up our coats.
"Not too bad. I have pretty good tires."
"I think it's been getting worse and it's going to get even worse. They might be even closing the interstate later tonight."
"You'll have to excuse Mark," said Mary. "He tends to be a bit protective."
"I don't mind her playing as long as she comes home to play."
"Are you ready?" asked Mary after Mark excused himself to finish the dishes. She led me by the hand down the hall to the bedroom.
"You'll have to excuse the mess," said Mary as she bent over to pick up a pile of clothes from the king sized bed.
"That's okay," I said as I stepped in close behind her. As she stood up I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her close to me. I pushed her hair away from her neck and kissed her ear. I then ran my hands under the red sweater an squeezed her breasts through her bra.
"Here, let me get the door," said Mary as she pulled away from me. Mary closed the door than stepped back towards me and give me a long lingering kiss. I tasted a hint of cigarette smoke as my tongue darted briefly into her mouth. I felt her tongue dance around me teeth as she pulled my face into hers for a deep kiss. I put my hands on her thighs and dragged them up over her buttocks to her waist. I tried to absorb and enjoy each sensation as I caressed her ass through her jeans.
"I love to kiss," said Mary as she pulled away again and quickly undressed. She had been wearing a sexy black bra and panties underneath her jeans and sweater. I felt momentarily disappointed that I was not able to enjoy slowly undressing her.
Mary laid down naked on the bed and motioned for me to join her. I quickly stripped and piled my clothes neatly beside the bed and placed a condom on the nightstand. I laid down beside Mary and we wrapped each other in our arms and kissed. I rolled over until I was on top of her and then slowly worked my lips down from her lips to her neck, breasts and abdomen until I finally reached her thighs.
Mary spread her legs and I plunged hungrily in finding her clitoris with my tongue. Mary soon closed her legs again and had me lay down. I was already fairly hard and became even more erect as soon as Mary went down on me. With her hands around the base of my penis, Mary slowly slid her tongue up the length of my shaft before enveloping me with her lips.
"Let's get started," I said as I felt myself getting close to orgasm.
Mary grabbed the condom from the nightstand and opened it up.
"I think you need to turn it around," I said as Mary attempted to put the condom on backwards.
"Shit, I always do that," said Mary as she unrolled the condom down my length. She quickly shuffled up the bed and lowered herself on top of me. Gripping my penis with one hand she guided me inside of her. She started out slowly and shallow at first, but then started to move harder, faster and deeper. I began moving with her rhythm pulling her hips hard with each thrust. She abruptly flung herself forward whipping me with her long dark hair. She kissed my nipples and squeezed my firm pectorals. When she sat up again, I put my hands on her small firm breasts as I closed my eyes tightly and thought of distracting thoughts.
"Can I get on top?" I asked as I felt myself flying uncontrollable towards orgasm.
"What?" asked Mary breathlessly.
"Missionary," I gasped as I lifted Mary off of me.
We traded places and I immediately plunged myself deeply into her. I started out fast and shallow greatfull for all the stamina that running had given me. When I felt myself approaching orgasm again, I propped myself up on my hands and began thrusting deeper and slower. Mary soon seemed bored, so suggested doggie. I started out fast behind her, then slowed down and deepened my thrusts. Mary lowered herself down and reached between her legs and gave my testis a gentle squeeze.
"Do you like reverse cowgirl?" I asked as I slowed down and withdrew.
"No, but I would like to get back on top."
"Okay," I said.
I laid down again and Mary climbed on top of me. She seemed a bit out of breath as began thrusting. I pushed back with each thrust driving myself deep into her. She began to gasp out with each move. I clamped my eyes shut and thought of all the gay men I met in college. When my mind drifted over to thier liberal female friends, I thought of skin disorders and then the planet Uranus. My eyes suddenly sprang open and my hips shot up in a wild orgasmic convulsion. My thrusts slowed down and eventually stopped as Mary became still too.
"Did you cum too?" I asked as we lay there sweaty on each other and in each other catching our breath.
"Yes, once."
We got cleaned up and Mary quickly dressed. I was hoping to lay in bed some more and enjoy each other's bodies, but Mary seemed in a hurry to get dressed. I got dressed too and followed Mary out of the bedroom.
"They shut down the interstate," said Mark.
"That sucks," I said. "I'd better get going before the rest of the highways are closed too."
"You could stay here," suggested Mark.
Remembering that my wife was going to be phoning the house later that night, I politely declined. I said goodbye to Mary and Mark and headed back to Wichita.
The snow was dry and the driving was good. I hit an icy patch crossing a bridge and the car started to slide. I managed to keep it away from the guard rail, but it still went off the road at a steep part of the ditch and roll over. It seemed to stop moving before it plunged upside down into a ravine. The roof buckled and I smashed my head.
I awoke to the sound of tearing metal. Blood was in my eyes and I was shivering uncontrollably.
"Come on, you'd better get out of there," said the man. He helped me out of my car and up the hill to the big diesel truck idling on the snow covered highway.
I could barely see to the end of the long red hood the snow was coming down so fast. "Is this a Peterbuilt?" I asked as I looked across the chrome gauges on the wooden dash.
"Yup," said the driver.
"You must be Mary's uncle."
"Yup. I'm the patron fucking saint of all travelers. Any friend of Mary's is a friend of mine."
The truck came to a sudden stop. I opened my eyes and saw bright lights through the blood on my face. I crawled out of the truck and staggered through the snow to the lights. A glass door slid open for me.
"I'll need your insurance card," said the nurse right before I collapsed.
An ambulance attendant went to look for the truck, but couldn't even find the tracks. I told Mary about the accident and asked about her uncle, but she didn't say much other than he was on the road a lot. I went to see her again a couple times after that, but we never spoke of the accident or her uncle.
Mary forwarded me an article on Facebook today. Witnesses in Virginia saw a tractor trailer force an RV off the interstate and into the ditch. All the truck driver said before driving off in a cloud of angry black diesel smoke was that he had a niece. As they approached the RV, two men fled on foot. Inside they found a teenage girl bound and gagged.
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New Fiction: Cocksucker Blues - Chapter 7
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Posted:Feb 1, 2015 3:46 pm
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"It looks like perfect cement pouring weather," said Cowboy as we walked down the street early Monday morning to the Jollimore's place to pour the floor for their BDSM dungeon. "Overcast, humid and a bit cool."
"Nice," I mumbled.
"So, how did it go on Saturday?"
"How did what go?" I replied.
"The thing with your stripper friend."
"Oh, uh, okay, I guess."
"You guess? Did you get laid?"
"Kind of..."
"Woo hoo," yelled Cowboy as he raised his hand. "High five."
Ignoring him, I kept walking in silence.
"What? No high five?"
"I didn't last very long. Only a few seconds."
"That sucks."
"I think it's because she's a stripper and I'm just too used to seeing her on stage. It's like it is more of a fantasy than reality."
"You know when I get too close I think of Uranus."
"My what?!"
"Not yours, stupid. I think of the planet. There is nothing less sexy than a distant planet on the edge of our solar system."
"I hate to say it, but sometimes I think of you Cowboy."
"Am I that repulsive?"
"You're a guy."
As we reached the Jollimores, we saw them outside talking to another couple.
"Hey guys," said Deborah Jollimore as Cowboy and I walked up the driveway. "I'd like you to meet our friends, Rex and Linda."
"Hi, how's it going?" I said as I shook both their hands. "I'm Julian." Rex and Linda where a few years older than me. Rex was tall and broad shouldered while Linda was slim and very petite. Compared to Rex's firm caloused grip, Linda's hand felt rather delicate.
"Aren't you a cutie," said Linda as she reached up and scratched my neck.
Rex looked at me angrily and started to growl.
"Oh Rex, you go lie down," said Linda.
Rex whined at Linda as he retreated a few steps and then started to growl at me again.
"Rex, go lay down," shouted Linda.
Rex retreated further and started circling us as he growled and barked at me.
"I think Debby and I will have to give you a bath when you boys are done playing in your cement," said Linda as she squeezed my left buttock.
She gave me a firm smack on the ass and I took that as a cue to leave and help Rex and Cowboy with the forms.
"When we were up in Kansas City last month this girl went and smeared peanut butter all over her cooch," Linda told Deborah as I walked away. "As you know, Rex is allergic to peanuts. I saw what was happening and tried to pull him off of her. I was screaming and yelling and tried to get everyone else to help, but they thought it was all part of the scene. I'm just glad the benadryl worked, otherwise the paramedics would have had stories to tell they're granchildren."
Later that afternoon I was laying on the couch resting my tired muscles when I heard a loud knock on my door. "Come in, I'm comatose," I yelled.
"Get dressed, we're going to the Rusty Weasel," said Cowboy as he rushed in.
"I didn't think they were open Mondays," I replied as I tried to sit up.
"Mondays are normally amatuer night, but they're closed this time after they got raided last night for selling liquor to underaged patrons," said Cowboy. "Nicky gave me the key. I think I have the cure for your affliction."
I dragged myself off the couch and followed Cowboy to his truck.
When we got to the club, Cowboy unlocked the door and turned on the stage lights. "Grab yourself a beer and sit down in your favorite seat at the stage."
I went behind the bar and grabbed a couple of Budweisers from the cooler. I picked my usual seat infront of the stage and sat down. A short while later, Cowboy came out of the dressing room wearing nothing but a pair of very short and tight cut-off jeans, a blue mesh sleeveless shirt, boots and, of course, his cowboy hat. He went to the DJ booth and put on the Bee Gee's Stayin' Alive. As I sat back drinking my beer Cowboy strutted up and down the stage to the music. I was surprised by his strength and agilitly swinging from the pole.
When Stayin' Alive was done, Michael Jackson's Billy Jean came on. Cowboy left the pole and knelt down on the stage. He took off his shirt, revealing a skinny hairy chest, and proceeded with his floor show. The song was almost over when I finally slipped a dollar bill onto the stage. Cowboy crawled over folded up the bill and placed it in my mouth. He motioned me to stand up as he tried to squeeze his nipples closer together.
An arc of white light suddenly stabbed into the darkened room. "What the fuck?"
Cowboy and I both froze as we squinted into the blinding light. I could see the silhuottes of two girls.
"Julian? Is that you?" asked one of the girls.
"Hey, Jessica and Amber? right?"
"I'm curing Julian of his premature ejaculation," offered Cowboy.
"And I think I am cured," I said.
"Where is everybody?" asked Jessica.
"The place was busted last night for liquor violations," said Cowboy. "They should be open tomorrow."
"Maybe I can text Vanessa and see if we can get a shift tonight at the Hard Caulk," said Amber as she took out her phone and sat down at a table near the stage.
Cowboy picked up his shirt and left the stage.
"Hold my beer and watch this," I said to Cowboy as I passed him my drink.
"What the..." said Cowboy as I hopped on stage. "Hold on a moment, hold on," said Cowboy. "You need music."
Jessica and Amber were aghast.
"Bon Jovi, Living on a Prayer."
"No, not that one," said Amber. "I love that song. It will be forever ruined for me."
"Bon Jovi?" said Cowboy. "You've got Pontiac."
When the music came on I started shaking my stuff just like I how I remembered the dancers did it. Dispite my screaming muscles, I even swung myself around the pole.
"I am so burning that pole," said Jessica.
"Woo hoo," yelled Cowboy from behind the girls' table. "I'd fuck him."
"That had better not be my beer you're drinking," I shouted from the pole.
"Yours is on the table," said Cowboy. "I got a Coors."
Amber gave Cowboy a look of disgust.
"See girls," said cowboy as he squated down, "when you see us all lined up sitting and staring at the stage, it's not you we're looking at, we're waiting for our turn."
As I burst out laughing, my hand slipped and I fell crashing down hard to the floor.
"Are you okay?" asked Amber as she jumped up.
"I think we're done here," I said.
"Can you give us a ride to the Hard Caulk?" asked Jessica. "We had to take a cab here."
"Sure," said Cowboy. "We can all squeeze into the Ram. It's got the bench."
"Can u come over right now?" was the text from Natasha I found on my phone as soon as I got home.
"Sure. What's up?" I texted back.
I grabbed my tools and the box load of wiring stuff I had picked up to finish Natasha's house alarm and loaded it into my car.
"I need to c u."
"On my way."
Natasha was putting a suitcase in the back of a taxi when I arrived at her place.
"Hey, where are you going?" I asked after parking my car.
"I'm moving to New York," she replied. "My sugar daddy is putting me up in a Manhattan apartment," she whispered in my ear when the driver stepped away to close the trunk.
"When will I see you again? I still haven't finished your alarm."
"Oh you don't have to worry about that anymore, hon."
"I was hoping to last longer than I did last time," I whispered.
"Sorry, I should have given you more notice, but I still owe Nicky."
"I had Cowboy dance for me so I would have something to distract myself with."
"Aw, that is so sweet," said Natasha before giving me a peck on the cheek.
"Come on lady, meter is running," said the driver.
"Sorry, I've got to run," said Natasha as she climbed in the back of the taxi. "Oh, can you do me a favor? Can you give the boxes on the step to Megan. I'll text you her address."
"Sure, of course."
"You're a real sweety," she said before blowing me a kiss and closing the door.
I stood on the street and watched the taxi drive away.
"Fuckity fuck fuckers fuck."
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New Fiction: Cocksucker Blues - Chapter 5
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Posted:Nov 29, 2014 9:01 pm
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It happened on my first day back at work. I was halfway through my shift when I saw her in the lighting and electrical isle. I was walking past the isle when I saw a slender blond woman in a black skirt and jacket. She had her side facing me and she was looking up with her face turned away.
Pretending to be examining the inventory I slowly moved towards her until I was right beside her.
"Excuse me ma'am," I said softly. "May I help you?"
She turned suddenly to face me. She was a bit older than I was expecting. I was a few years younger than she was. Remembering Cowboy's analogy comparing women to rockets, I did not react.
"I'm not sure," she replied. "To tell you the truth, I'm not even sure what I am looking for."
"Something wildly exciting and adventurous," I said. "...in home improvement," I added after she recoiled slightly at my perceived come-on.
"I'm not sure if that was it," she replied coyly glancing away.
"Oh, I think I know what you mean," I replied even though I had no idea what she meant, but was hoping she meant what I meant or wanted it to mean.
"I think I came here mostly to think," she said. "You know, after a tough day at work it's nice to just walk around and look at things."
Unsure of what to say, I just nodded.
"Sorry, I'm not sure I'll be buying much today," she said giving my shoulder a squeeze. The touch had a firmness in it and felt a bit like what a personnel manager gives a subordinate before they are downsized, but it had a touch of caress in the end. I had to do something to see where this interchange was going. I had to buy some time and the only way to do that was to find some excuse to stay with her. What I needed was a reason to show her around the store.
"That's okay," I replied glancing up at the lights. "Electrical can be tricky."
She looked at me coldly following my rather sexist assumption regarding her electrical abilities.
"If your trying to build equity in your home, lighting fixtures should be kept pretty generic," I said. "Your best bet is new paint. New lighting should be something that you want for yourself."
"Wow, you guys really are the experts."
"I should really be checking in with the customer service department," I said pointing away behind me, "but that's always tough and arduous. I'd much rather assist a lovely and beautiful customer, such as yourself, directly."
"That's sweet," she said giving my shoulder another and much softer squeeze.
"Would you like to take a look around the store? I'm kind of between renovation projects myself and need some new ideas too."
"Sure, what the hell," she said.
"So tell me a bit about yourself and your house," I said as we began walking towards the back of the store.
"I think I will start with my house," she said as we started towards the paint isle. "I'm in a century home built in 1912."
"Please tell me that's it got all the original hardwood," I said excitedly as I paused to touch her elbow.
"I pulled up the last of the carpets last year," she said casually touching my arms as Rick walked by.
Our contact did not go unnoticed by Rick. I watched as he nonchalantly continued past us an then wheeled around. I swore silently to myself. The last thing I needed right then was to have Rick distracting me.
"Do you have the old style large baseboards?"
"Most of them were removed by a previous owner likely when the carpets were put in," she said stopping. "That's it, that's what my house needs. Do you have the old ones."
"Not exactly, but I can show you how to make them," I said. "Our lumber area is back here."
As we turned around I saw Rick suddenly jump into an isle nearly knocking over the older couple walking up behind him.
"Excuse me," said the older man of the couple as he rushed up to me holding a short section of splintered wood. "Can you tell me where I can find this?"
"Isle 27," I said. "That's where I'm going myself," I added reluctantly.
"Now Harold," said the wife, "he's with another customer."
"I've been looking all over this miserable store for a goddamned piece of wood," said the husband as Rick darted out of the isle he was hiding in and rushed in to my rescue.
"There you two are," he said as he thrust himself between myself and the impatient older couple. "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to lose you like that. My bad."
It was too late. When I turned around she was gone.
"Where did your cute little friend go?" asked Rick as he completely ignored the couple he rushed in to help.
I just shrugged.
"Hey there she is," said Rick. "I think she's leaving."
"Isle 27," I said to the older couple. "Let's go find your wood."
"Julian?" said Rick.
"She has sailed Rick," I said over my shoulder. "I'd go after her, but it would just be creepy."
After finding the older couple their trim wood, I was on my way back to the check the washrooms where I should have been in the first place. As I was passing the electronics isle I spotted a remarkable looking woman. She was a dark haired girl dressed in blue jeans and a tight t-shirt. She was turned away from me hunching slightly over something in her hands. I stayed away from her at the end of the isle and discretely admired her. She was slim yet round in the hips. I took a mental picture to deposit into the spank bank. She then turned quickly and caught me in my stare. I spun around to leave when I heard my name called.
"Julian, is that you?" she asked.
Run, run away now said the voice in my head.
"Julian, it's me Natasha."
"Natasha?" I asked as I slowly turned around trying to remember who Natasha was.
Natasha looked around carefully to ensure no other customers were around before saying, "My stage name is Niomi. I didn't see you last night."
"What are you doing here?" I asked as I approached her. "I thought you'd be working."
"Amateur night," replied Natasha as I noticed the huge purse in her hands bulging with a home security kit.
"It's not a good idea to put that in your purse. Staff might get suspicious."
"Good reason to," said Natasha as she slid in close beside me and put her arm around me, "since I am stealing it."
"I don't think you will make it out of here with that," I said smelling Natasha perfume and feeling her enhanced breast press against me. "They have security at each door."
"My friend Bobby is going to let me out," said Natasha as she pulled me even closer to whisper in my ear.
"Bobby, bobby, bobby?" I asked. "Do you mean Bubbles?"
"Yeah," said Natasha. "He said everybody calls him Bubbles. I know him from the club."
"Bubbles is just letting you walk out of here with that?"
"Yeah, I'm supposed to meet him by the gardening section," whispered Natasha as she hugged me. With my hands on here waist I could feel her warm skin beneath the t-shirt through my thumbs and the gentle curve of her hips through my fingers. "I'm giving him a blow job," she added. "Do you want to watch?"
"Oh, hell yeah," I said breathlessly as Natasha released me.
"I don't supposed you know how to hook this up?" she asked glancing into her bag.
"It should tie into the circuit for your doorbell," I said. "If you were buying it, you could probably get an app to check in with it using your phone."
"You sound pretty smart. I don't supposed you could install it for me? For a blow job?"
"I don't know," I said as I stood back and admired her in her skin tight jeans and t-shirt. She gave me her best pout and I watched the dark hair drop across her face. All willpower to keep me out of this dubious affair was draining away.
She stepped up to me and ran her hand down my chest, across my flat abdomen and down my thigh before bringing it up again over my groin and giving me a brief squeeze through my jeans. "I think I might be willing to do a lay."
I grabbed my sandwich from the fridge and made my way out to the lumber yard to find a good discrete vantage point to watch Natasha with Bubbles. I found a perfect spot on the top of a huge pile of stacked 2x6s. I watched through the pallets as Natasha and her purse full of ill-gotten home security stuff made her way casually through the greenhouse area.
"Hey, buddy, watcha doing up there?" asked Rick. "I thought you'd be in the lunchroom."
"Keep your voice down," I said. "Bubbles is about to get a blow job."
"A what?" asked Rick as Bubbles and Natasha rounded the corner. "By whom? Not Karla?"
"No," I whispered ducking down as Bubbles looked around nervously. "Her name is Natasha. She's a stripper."
"Bubbles is getting a blow job from a stripper?" said Rick as Natasha kissed a awkward Bubbles on the neck. "She's not the brunette in the faded blue jeans I saw a moment ago."
"That's probably the one," I said as Bubbles pulled down his pants.
"Are they starting?"
"She's just starting...now."
"Fuck!" said Rick as he started scrambling up. "I've got to see this."
"Rick, goddamnit. The boards are lose."
It was too late. Lumber started crashing down. Bubbles spun around and spotted me on the lumber pile as Natasha grabbed her bag and ran to her car.
"Julian, is that you?" screamed Bubbles as he pulled up his pants. "You really are a COCKSUCKER. A fucking COCKSUCKER."
"For a big boy that Bubbles sure has a small dick," said Rick.
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New Fiction: Cocksucker Blues - Chapter 4
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Posted:Nov 28, 2014 9:22 pm
Last Updated:Nov 29, 2014 8:14 pm
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There is something erotically intoxicating about entering a gentlemen's club. It's either the darkness that leaves you stumbling around and bumping into chairs when you first enter or the smell, that sweet mixture of stale beer cigarette smoke, sweat, perfume and strong detergents.
"Have you been here before?" Corey asked Cowboy as we entered.
"Actually, I know the owner," replied Cowboy. "I helped him build this fucking place."
"It's four o'clock Friday afternoon," I said as Cowboy and I followed Corey and Trevor through the darkness to a table. Only one of the three stages was open. The dancer was a slim natural red head with pale skin and small natural breasts that was not flattered by the stage lighting. There were only two guys sitting up by the stage. She spun herself around the pole with incredible energy and when she crashed her platform shoes together the sound was like a gunshot. "This place is dead. Why are we even here?"
"You've been here before," said Trevor as he and Corey sat down. "When do you come?"
"Sunday nights after my shift," I replied. "I get in around ten. I order a Budweiser and then I sit down in front of one of the stages and during each song I place a one dollar bill on the stage."
"Isn't that amateur night?" asked Corey.
"You're thinking of the Peeping Tom," said Corey.
"Amateur night is Monday night," I replied.
"Sunday nights are when the police like to do their raids," said Trevor.
"Look around," I said. "Day shift girls."
"The night shift will be showing up within an hour," said Corey.
"And we didn't have to pay cover," added Trevor.
"You guys have this too well planned out," said Cowboy. "When were you last laid?"
"Just laid, or laid for free?" asked Corey.
"I can't believe you asked that," I said.
"What could I get you guys?" asked the waitress.
"Let's get a pitcher," said Trevor.
"Budwieser," I added.
"A pitcher of bud, four glasses?"
"Sounds good," Cowboy said to the waitress. "Say hi to Nicky for me."
"He's not in today. Maybe tonight."
"Tell him Cowboy says hi."
"Sure thing."
"So how do you know Nicky?" I asked after the waitress left.
"He's a friend of Jonathan."
"You mean Big John, the owner of half the houses on Highland Street?" I asked.
"That's him," replied Cowboy. "Speaking of neighbors, I need to talk to you about the Jollimores."
"Would you like some cake?" asked a dancer as she arrived at our table. It was red haired girl that I had seen on stage. She was wearing a black bikini. I was enthralled by the freckles between her breasts.
"Sure Megan, I'd love cake," said Corey.
"What's the special occasion?" I asked Megan as she brought over four pieces.
"It's my retirement."
"You're too young to retire," I said. "What are you, twenty?"
"Oh, you're so sweet," said Megan as she gave me a half hug. "I'm twenty four. I've got a full time teaching position."
"Teaching what?" I asked.
"I'm going to be a high school physics teacher."
"Oh, science, I love it," said Cowboy.
"Don't pick Megan," whispered Trevor after Megan had moved on to the next table with her cart of cake.
"Why not?" I asked as the beer arrived
"Great dancer, but lousy lap dance," replied Trevor as Corey filled the glasses. "No contact. She doesn't mess around."
"How about her?" I asked motioning to woman on the stage.
"Yes, Niomi, good choice, but good luck. She is very good. So good that she has a waiting list."
"Well, you'll have to excuse me," I said as I took my glass of beer and moved up to a seat in front of the stage, "but I have some one dollar bills to spend."
"We need to talk about the Jollimores," said Cowboy as he followed me up to the stage.
"Okay, what is this shit about the Jollimores?" I asked as I sat down and placed my first dollar bill on the stage.
"Keep your voice down," said Cowboy. "This has to be very discrete."
"The Jollimores are anything, but discrete," I said. "On my twenty fifth birthday Vern asked me if I was a bad boy and would like to be spanked. When I said no, he told me that his wife, Deborah has always wanted to tie me up and spank me."
"Well, did you?" asked Cowboy as he placed a couple dollars on the stage.
"No, that's not really my thing."
"She would have fucked you afterwards."
"She is pretty hot for an older woman, but..."
"Women are like rockets. Did ever tell you that I studied rocket science in university for two years after highschool?"
"No you didn't," I said as Niomi crawled seductively across the stage towards us. She was a slender dark haired beauty with perfectly enhanced breasts.
"Hi Julian," said Niomi. "Aren't you usually here Sunday nights?"
"I lost my job today, so my friends are buying me a lap dance."
"I'm so sorry."
"A lap dance from you would really cheer me up."
"Sorry, my friend is here," said Niomi glancing at a well dressed older gentleman standing near the stairs. "He has a VIP room for me."
"That sucks."
"Maybe this will help," said Niomi as she placed my dollar bill between my lips and then thrust her breasts into my face. Then she took both of my hands and used them to squeeze them together pulling the money out.
"Anyways, women are like rockets," continued Cowboy after Niomi had moved back to the center of the stage. "They have the same thrust, but as they get older and burn off that heavy propellant they get lighter and accelerate faster. As for Mrs Jollimore, you really need to see her in her full dominatrix gear."
"Aren't you supposed to be gay?"
"I'm more prison gay. I'm a sexual omnivore. A pan-sexual."
"You're bi-sexual."
"A bi-sexual is someone who hasn't made up their mind. I've made mine up."
"So why the secrecy?" I asked.
"It's not really for them, but for their friends," replied Cowboy. "They are building a BDSM dungeon for themselves and their friends I need you to help pour cement."
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New Fiction: Cocksucker Blues - Chapter 3
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Posted:Nov 16, 2014 3:55 pm
Last Updated:Feb 1, 2015 3:39 pm
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I stood in front of Corey and Trevor's door trying to decide whether or not I was willing to watch Cowboy masturbate for a bottle of Sam Adams beer.
"Do you have anything to eat?" I asked.
"We cooked a roast a couple nights ago," said Trevor. "You could make yourself a sandwich."
"You guys rock," I said as I went to Corey and Trevor's fridge. "I'm sorry for calling you sick."
"No problem," said Corey. "That's okay."
By the time I had made myself a roast beef sandwich Cowboy had stopped pleasuring himself and put his clothes back on. As I sat down in the recliner beside the couch Cowboy was sitting on the floor in front of the couch between Corey and Trevor.
"Are you done?" I asked.
"I'm done, but not finished," said Cowboy. "It's kind of distracting listening to you wail away, Mr Buzzkill."
"Buzzkill Lightyear," added Trevor. "Sorry," he said after I gave him an angry stare.
"Don't tell him you're sorry," said Cowboy. "He's here eating your food. You can call him whatever you want."
"Sorry," said Trevor to Cowboy.
"At least I brought beer," said Cowboy.
"Good beer too," added Corey.
"Did you guys want to watch more porn?" asked Corey.
"Sure, you can leave it on," I said before taking a mouthful of beer.
"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" asked Cowboy.
"I was fired."
"How the fuck does anybody get fired from the home improvement megacenter?" asked Cowboy.
"I was in a fight with a customer," I said.
"How did you manage that?" asked Cowboy. "Isn't the customer always right?"
"Not if you're having an affair with his wife," I said finishing my sandwich.
"You were fooling around with a married woman," said Trevor.
"And he calls us sick," said Corey.
"Hey, you're not the only one to be fired today," said Trevor. "Cowboy lost his job too."
"Really?" I asked.
"That bastard Scarby fired me for being gay," said Cowboy.
"If that was true, he would have fired you long ago," I said. "How do you know he fired you for that?"
"He caught me getting a blowjob in my truck when I should have been working."
"Maybe he fired you for not doing your job," I suggested. "What are you two doing home today?" I asked Corey and Trevor.
"It's Poets Day," said Trevor.
"What?" I asked.
"Poets Day," repeated Trevor. "Piss off early tomorrow's Saturday."
"It's an English thing," said Corey. "Our company has been bought out by a UK based investor."
"Well Cowboy, thanks for the beer," I said as I finished my drink and sandwich. "And thanks for lunch boys," I added as I returned my plate and empty bottle to the kitchen. "I'll leave you to finish watching porn and masturbating."
"Rick, what are you doing here?" I asked as I crossed the driveway separating my property from Corey and Trevor's. Rick was sitting on my front steps waiting for me.
"Oh good I did get the right place. You really do live close to work. Anyways, I talked a bit more with Mr Leahy and he agreed to let you come back to work."
"Wow. That's awesome," I said giving Rick a big hug.
"I knew it," shouted Cowboy from in front of Corey and Trevor's house. "You really are gay."
"Rick here got my job back," I said as Cowboy crossed over into my yard.
"What???" asked Cowboy. "I mean that's great."
"Cowboy, this is Rick, my buddy from work. And Rick this is my neighbor Cowboy."
"So you boys up for a threesome," said Cowboy as he shook Rick's hand. "Don't worry," said Cowboy seeing Rick's apprehension, "you're not my type."
"Hey, listen, I'd better get back to work," said Rick. "Uh, Julian, you're next shift is Monday at noon."
"Monday?" asked Cowboy. "That's your day off."
"That's what Leahy said," replied Rick.
"When is his day off?" asked Cowboy.
"Why do you want to know?" I asked Cowboy.
"There's something I need to talk to you about in private," said Cowboy.
"Don't worry," I said to Cowboy. "You can tell Rick."
"Does he know all about your parents?"
"Yeah, they died in a car accident when he was fourteen," said Rick.
"Yeah," said Cowboy. "That's right."
"Regardless, it was nice meeting you Cowboy," said Rick as he turned to go. "You owe me one Julian."
"Sure no problem," I replied.
"It was nice meeting you too Rick," said Cowboy.
"Now what was that all about?" I asked after Rick had gone.
"You know the Jollimores up the street?"
"Yes of course..."
"Hey good!" shouted Corey as he and Trevor stepped out of the house. "You're still here. Trevor and I were going down to the Rusty Weasel. Do you want to come with us?"
"We will buy you each a lap dance," added Trevor.
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New Fiction: Cocksucker Blues - Chapter 2
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Posted:Nov 9, 2014 4:43 pm
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2014 7:39 am
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After Rick left I started across the empty weedy field towards my house on Highland Street. Highland Street was a quarter mile of 1950s suburbia extending from 36th Avenue to 39th Avenue. I lived on the corner of Highland Street and 37th Avenue. The avenue ended at an old rusty guard rail just past my house. Beyond the guard rail was a giant mound of dirt and a large empty lot zoned for retail space. On the other side of Highland Street 37th Avenue ended at another guard rail beneath the interstate bypass.
Highland Street was once part of an exciting new suburb developed in the 1950s that was doomed from the beginning. Before the last of the houses were built a freeway bypass was planned that would cut right through the middle. Highland Street should have bulldozed along with Hubbard Street and House Street to make room for the northbound lanes of the bypass. Instead it was saved by a last minute change to the flood control canal running between the northbound and southbound lanes that brought the two sides closer together. With a highway running through the middle of the neighborhood most of the lots beyond Highland Street remained unsold and empty. Eventually the whole neighborhood was rezoned for retail. An urban planning error in the 1980s that indicated that Highland Street was part of the highway and no longer existed resulted in it's survival. While the houses and lots beyond were bulldozed and the streets torn up, Highland Street remained intact.
"Fuckity fuck fucker fucks," I said as I stared into my empty fridge. My dinner was still at work. Other than eggs and milk I had nothing to eat. It was 2 pm Friday afternoon, which would normally been break time at work, and I was hungry.
I looked out my front window and saw that my next door neighbors Corey and Trevor were both home. Trevor's Toyota was on the driveway and Corey's Honda was on the street. Everybody mooches off Corey and Trevor. Why not me?
The curtains were drawn and the TV was on. I listened at the front door and figured that they were watching porn which wasn't that unusual for Corey and Trevor. I considered leaving them alone and going elsewhere for my lunch, but knocked anyways.
"Come on in," they both shouted.
I opened the door and walked into their dark living room. The couch was turned away from the door facing the large TV mounted above the fireplace. Corey and Trevor were on either end of the couch.
"Hey, we're watching youporn," said Trevor.
"Yes, I figured that one out," I replied.
"What kind of car is that?" asked Corey.
"It looks like a Mustang," I replied. On the screen a young woman with obviously enhanced breasts was washing a red convertible. The car already looked pretty clean. "She shouldn't be laying on the hood like that. That sheet metal is thicker than today's cars, but it will still dent."
"Is that what you have?" asked Trevor.
"No, I have a Camaro," I replied coldly.
"What year is that one?" asked Corey.
"Either a '65 or a '66," I replied. The scene suddenly changed with the arrival of a male partner. "It's a '66," I said. "See the pony corral on the grill? It doesn't have the side bars. It is probably a 6 cylinder car too since it doesn't have the V8 emblems on the fenders. Most of the convertibles were built with sixes since the V8 would have too much torque. That's why it has hubcaps too..."
"Excuse me," said the voice from the floor. "Some of us are trying to masturbate."
The room was very dark. I had walked right up to the back of the couch before noticing that the coffee table had been shoved aside. In its place was Cowboy, the neighbor from across the street. Cowboy was laying on the floor on his chest and knees with his head turned facing the screen. Both arms were underneath him. While he was masturbating with his right hand, two fingers on his left hand thrusting in and out of his anus. As usual, Cowboy's hat was still on his head.
"What is he doing?" I asked.
"My yoga is really paying off," said Cowboy.
"I'm only taking yoga for the girls in the yoga pants," said Trevor.
"I'm hoping to become flexible enough to suck my own cock," said Corey.
"Why are you letting him do that?"
"He just wanted to," replied Trevor.
"What I really wanted to do was a little circle jerk followed up with some oral," said Cowboy, "but the boys wouldn't go for it."
"We do have our scruples," said Corey.
"And you two are jerking off too!" I said as I glanced over the back of the couch.
"Well not anymore," said Trevor as he pulled up his pants.
"Pass the lube again," said Cowboy. "I'm still going for it."
"I'm out of here," I said as I turned to leave. "You guys are sick."
"Cowboy brought beer," said Corey.
"What kind of beer?" I asked.
"The good stuff," said Cowboy.
"Sam Adams," said Trevor.
Sorry working. I'll finish this up later.
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New Fiction: Cocksucker Blues - Chapter 1
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Posted:Nov 2, 2014 5:57 pm
Last Updated:Jan 4, 2015 7:43 am
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"COCKSUCKER!"
The accusation from my assailant was surprisingly loud. The two coworkers who were pulling him away from me seemed a bit shocked and loosened their grip on his arms. Even my buddy Rick who was holding me back by the chest took his hand away. My assailant glanced around unsure of himself and straightened his shirt. He gave me his most menacing glare and turned away. As my pulsed stopped racing, I noticed that the room was silent which was rather unusual considering that it was the gigantic retail warehouse of the home improvement megastore in which I worked.
"What the fuck is going on here?" shouted Jim Leahy, my shift supervisor as he rushed into the hardware isle where the brief melee had taken place. Right on his heels was the pudgy Randy his sycophantic assistant. Seeing the curious stares from the other customers, Jim lowered his voice and hissed, "What's going on here?"
Rick and the other two who intervened in my brawl all started quietly talking and mumbling at once
"You suck just one cock and you're labeled for life," I loudly joked. Nobody laughed so I had to continue. "Not that I really did that, suck a cock I mean, but...not that there's anything wrong..."
"Julian here was in a fight with a customer, Mr Leahy," explained Randy.
"He was attacked, " said Rick.
"That's it," said Jim, "Get your shit and get out of here."
"Jim, now wait," said Rick. Rick was a tall lean man about ten years my senior.
"No," said Jim, "on a second thought, just get out of here. Randy, get him out of here."
"Hang on buddy," said Rick as Randy grabbed my sleeve and Jim turned to leave. "Wait for me outside. I'll get this straightened up."
"Out the back, Randy," said Jim as Randy started to drag me towards the front doors.
"What's going on in there?" asked Bubbles our large and nearsighted security guard as Randy and approached the doorway between the warehouse and loading docks.
"Julian was in a fight," replied Randy. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you have been in there?"
"I heard the commotion," said Bubbles as he pushed his thick glasses back up his nose, "but I had to stay here in case it was only a distraction. They will do that you know. They will make a distraction and then sneak out front door with the stuff."
"Bubbles, this is the back door," said Randy.
"Well, they will do the back door too."
"Come on let's go," said Randy ignoring Bubbles as he pulled on my sleeve to continue.
"See you Bubbles," I yelled over my shoulder as we left.
"Bye Julian."
"I think this is far enough," I said as Randy dragged me down the stairs beside the unloaded transport trailers.
"I need to see that you're completely off the property," replied Randy.
"Don't worry, I can find it myself," I said as I crossed the roadway to the empty dirt lot behind the store.
After Randy left, I didn't have to wait long before Rick showed up.
"Well buddy, here's your stuff," said Rick as he handed me a box containing my change of clothes and other odd personal effects from my locker.
"Did you get my dinner from the fridge?"
"Ah shit, sorry Julian."
"That's okay."
"So, what was that all about anyways? Why did that guy attack you?"
"Do you remember that Carolyn girl I was seeing?"
"Oh, yeah, you met her online."
"Well," I paused. "That guy was her husband."
"Dude. Why did you go there? That'a wrong."
"Is it really?" I asked. "She was already online looking. She would have cheated anyways. Besides, if nobody finds out, nobody gets hurt."
"I guess what you're implying is that the act of adultery is acceptable and ethical as long as the other partner does not find out?"
"Sort of, I think. She was going to leave him if she didn't cheat. What's worse, your wife having an affair that you never find out about or ending the marriage?"
"That cuts a bit too close to home," replied Rick."I've always believed that an act that brings people pleasure and happiness is moral as long as nobody is hurt by it, but what if it does have the potential of bringing somebody pain? That is something we never really touched in in philosophy."
"I'm glad you're putting your history degree to good use."
"Every workplace needs a resident philosopher," said Rick. "I hope the sex was good."
"The what?" I asked.
"The sex. You and Carolyn."
"We actually never did. We went out a couple times and then she stopped messaging. When she finally did get back to me it was to tell me that the attraction wasn't there."
"Oh, that really burns. How am I supposed to live vicariously through you if you're not having sex?"
"There is always Bubbles," I suggested. "He's single too."
Rick shuddered and asked, "So, how did he find out where you worked? You didn't mention it in an email?"
"I think she must have," I said. "She was going to meet me after work one day."
"Well, speaking of work, I'd better get back to it," said Rick as he turned to go.
"Did you grab my lunch from the fridge?"
"Oh shit, sorry dude. Did you want me to go get it?"
"No, that's okay. I'm sure I'll find something at home."
So, what do you think? Want to hear more?
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