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These aggregation of stories,
lampoons and irreverent points of view...
occasionally make sense.
I hope you can share my smile.

Once in a while it's nice to sit down.
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If Hotel Rooms... Could Share Your Secrets... What Would They Say... 😏
Posted:Jun 17, 2019 12:45 pm
Last Updated:Jun 10, 2020 6:08 pm
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Rented space...a party place or a lover's lair, an immoral tryst. Where beer and pizza stains and love's smears... can remain hidden. Only you'd know, where to find them; though you wouldn't care. No one does. A souvenir, forever buried... or perhaps not. Sometimes splayed, proudly on white cotton sheets... to prove, you both lay there.

You're alone... for a moment. A shower's stream, tumbling in the bathroom, gives proof - it's safe. Panties thrown on a chair. You lay down, press your nose, into the pillow... and nudge your senses, one more time. You close your eyes and fein surprise. Cologne meshed with perfume, a musky odour - pheromones... still linger. The remnants ( faint scent), can still arouse... and electrify a memory.

It's early and barely light. The room... is yours. Do what you might.

The mystery of a hotel or a motel room. What stories would it share?Or would you even be there?

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I Did Not Want... To Make Her Wet💧... Or Did I... 😊
Posted:Jun 13, 2019 12:28 pm
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2019 9:26 pm
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It was early, last Sunday morning. I made a left and turned my car, towards the marina. The previous night's rain, had left an inviting, six inch deep, mirrored pool of water. I considered the most obvious - 'irrational male option'. You know the one! That's where I gun the car and drive like an idiot. The one where I forge, an unrepentant hellbent path, down the middle of the street. The ten foot shower, that would be sprayed, on either side of my hurtling car, would make for an impressive show. If only there had been, anyone there - to watch. Then.... I saw her.

She was tall and fit and my kinda gal. She was walking her tiny dog - a fluffy white Shih Tzu . They hugged the very edge, of the only bits... of dry sidewalk remaining. Their heads were bowed as they tip toed carefully along. She was sharply dressed, in a short black skirt, white runners and a beige sweater that sparkled... with finely sewn glitter. I perched my arm, on the outside of my open window and slowed, to almost zero. I didn't want to make any waves.

She must have thought, that I had something to say. She took out the ear buds, from her phone, and stopped and looked at me. I hadn't planned on saying anything. I was watching the water, as it sloshed and splashed up my tires. But now, well... I felt compelled. I said the first dumb thing, that came to mind.

"I don't know who's cuter; you... or your dog."

She laughed. I continued.

"Does your husband usually let you walk your alone, this early? You never know what type of strange people, you'll run into."

She laughed again and spoke. "Oh... I'm not married. But I notice... YOU'RE wearing a ring. Perhaps you should be careful who YOU, speak with," she replied, smiling coyly.

I hesitated... just for a second. Was that an invitation?

"No... I'm not married either. Gold is my colour and it matches my watch. Look out for the water. I don't want to get you all wet," I waved... and slowly eased on... by.

Now THAT... was lame! I was kinda speechless. A rarity for me. I usually have a glib reply. She had a point, about the ring. I've worn that ring for all the years I was married and all the years, since I wasn't. I've worn it forever! It fits nice. I am used to it. It's gold and I feel odd without it. I am constantly nudging my thumb against it, playing with it... twirling it round and around. Do you know what I mean?

As I drove into the marina, I pulled off the ring and put it on my right hand. "There!" I thought. Simple enough. Looks fine and... on the right hand, it doesn't symbolize marriage. Does it? I steered my car into a spot and put it into 'Park'. Things... just didn't, feel right. My ring, was rubbing up against the shifter and my steering wheel... and everything. The short experiment, was over. The ring was going back, on my left hand.

Seven minutes later and that fucking ring, was still stuck, on my right hand. Yes... I eventually pried it, off my swollen finger. I pushed it back on my left hand... where it belonged.

Some things, are just meant to be. Some things just won't change... even, if they should. My ring looks fine, where it is. Heck... it even keeps the flies away... if I flash it.

What do you think?

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Do I Need... Whiter Teeth... To Get Fucked... Damn...😁
Posted:Jun 11, 2019 1:12 pm
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2019 7:47 am
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Last Saturday... we sat there, amongst a couple of hundred other parents. WE chose, the right side of the auditorium. The side, without the fucking crying. Who... takes a baby... to a College Graduation? Or am I too harsh? Eventually .. they introduced the names, in HER class. I fumbled with my phone. "Don't fuck this up!", I thought to myself.

I didn't. It was such - a surprisingly, smooth ceremony. Eloquent... in fact and at moments, profound. The Director paused... and asked all the graduates, to place themselves, back into that moment, as they FIRST stepped, through the DOORS, of the College. He asked them, to recall their questions : " Can I ? Is it possible? Will I be able to?"

"Well... You HAVE !" he loudly pronounced, to rousing applause.

It all went well. And I almost teared up. My 'Ex' nudged me and smiled. I shared her pride! Oh... but then...I looked back at her and was momentarily distracted. ...

Damn... she looked old. Am I an asshole for saying that?

What happened to her blond hair? Why was she wearing a cotton table cloth and flats? Didn't she still own, a pair of classy heels and a tight fitting dress ? So many OTHERS there, did. I am, shallow... I guess... I presume I didn't look the same as she recalled me, last time we met

We took the pictures... and others... took pictures, for us.

My beaming (who had graduated), and who starts her career, as a Dental Hygenist... (one month from now) ... looked at the pics that were taken.

"Dad. I love you! But you need to seriously look after your teeth. Ya know... I can get you IN, without an appointment. Dad! Seriously!"

I love my and she loves me. Are my teeth, that bad? Do I need white teeth, in order to get laid?

I'm thinking... my personality, might be a partner, in THAT decision. My will advise me on that whitening procedure. She promised me!

What about you?

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FrankeeZee... the Russian Lady... and Porno Pizza Delivery... 🍕
Posted:May 29, 2019 1:33 pm
Last Updated:Jun 14, 2020 5:31 pm
A couple of weeks ago, *FrankeeZee told me, that he had found, a part time job, delivering pizza. I was surprised. I thought, you couldn't drive a vehicle, if you had a suspended licence. FrankeeZee claimed; "It's a tiny misunderstanding, with a judge, about a minor ticket, for a very small amount- a technicality... really."


So... (as I began to say), Frankee got this job, as a pizza delivery guy. I don't mean the "cool, porno kind"; just a "shitty regular kind". Last Friday night I was sleeping, when at three in the morning - the phone rang. It was FrankeeZee and he needed my help. I asked him what was going on, but he wouldn't say. He told me to drive to an address. I don't really trust FrankeeZee, farther than I can throw a pumpkin, but he is , my friend. Off I went... into the dark... to rescue my buddy.

I drove about ten minutes and reached a beautiful ranch style house, near the lakeshore. I'd barely finished pressing the doorbell, when FrankeeZee flung open the door and started talking... a mile a minute.

"Paul... I need your help..."

I walked into the living room. FrankeeZee began explaining to me how he had wanted, to call 9 1 1 BUT, because of his suspended license... he didn't. I interrupted him, when I noticed the completely naked woman, beautifully spread out, on the thick, living room carpet. There was a pillow neatly tucked under her head... a large green dildo, sticking in her vagina... and a wide smile... pasted on her face. She was passed out... and snoring.

"Frankee... what the fuck is going on here? What have you gotten yourself into?"

"Paul... She's not the problem. She was like that , when I got here. After I rang the doorbell, I heard someone calling for help. The door was unlocked. I ran in and found her sleeping. THERE'S the problem, " and he pointed toward the back yard. "I should pull that dildo out of her. She might be more comfortable," he added.

I yanked FrankeeZee by the arm and we walked to the sliding glass doors. As I stepped onto the patio, an empty bottle of vodka and a man's bathing trunks, greeted my left foot. It was then, that I noticed... the naked guy. He was sitting neck deep, in this huge, bubbling jacuzzi. He began hollering at us. FrankeeZee nodded at me and spoke.

"Ya see? This is why I needed your help. I don't know, what his problem is. He's been screaming at me in Russian and I don't understand, a fucking word he's saying."

I understand Russian. I UNDERSTOOD, the naked guy's problem. I looked at FrankeeZee and blinked.

"This is messed up Frankee. Ya know what his problem is? He's got his dick, stuck in one of the suction jets of that jacuzzi and he can't get it out. He wants me to get to the controls, turn off the pumps and cut the main power, so he can pry his cock outta there."

"Seriously? How do you get your cock stuck, in a jacuzzi jet? "

I didn't have time to answer. The naked Russian guy, was telling me how to shut the whole system down I ran to the controls and followed his instructions. Bang .... the lights in the jacuzzi, the pumps, the jets and bubbles - everything stopped.

That guy in the tub, splashed around and grunted, till he finally, freed his dick. Then... there was total silence... except for the heavy breathing, of a relieved... Russian. He soon, began to thank me profusely, while he put on his trunks.

We didn't leave, right away. That (formerly naked) Russian guy (Alexey), offered us shots of vodka. We drank and ate the pizza, that FrankeeZee had delivered. The attractive naked lady (Natasha), we found on that carpet? Well... she eventually woke up and joined the party. We had a great time and made new friends.

I never did ask Alexey, how he got his dick stuck. And FrankeeZee? Well... he's convinced, that we were being filmed . Oh and... he also got fired from his pizza job.

FrankeeZee, will never get, to be that - "porno pizza delivery guy". Although, he checks 'pornhub' daily, for any new - "pizza delivery guy" videos.

What's the worst job, you've ever had?
Do you eat midnight snacks?

*FrankeeZee is a member and top blogger, of ™FOGCAF - Friends Of Good Clean Adulterous Fun
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Select Pics... For A Perfect Friday... 😊
Posted:May 24, 2019 5:10 pm
Last Updated:May 29, 2019 1:43 pm
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It's Friday ... not much going on?

Or perhaps there are... a ton of things you've got planned.

And a bunch of stuff... you can imagine!


Plan on THIS ... or just imagine it !


... let know where you want this to go.


Any plans for tonight?

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Early Exposure To Sex... Does It Cause Bad Habits... 🤔
Posted:May 23, 2019 12:24 pm
Last Updated:May 29, 2019 6:01 pm
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I was on this sex site, late last night ; 'A F F' ... ever heard of it? I was reading a blog by 'smartasswoman'. Her post was titled - "CBT... " (cock, ball, t.orture). Fascinating stuff! But it got me thinking. Early exposure to sexual material, may have affected my behavior. I might have been under prepared. Am I a product of sex, at too early an age?

I typed in, a search on the web. There it was. 'Psychology Today' , came out with an article, a few years ago, analysing the relationship between - early exposure to sexual content and its effects on men and women. Turns out... it's not good.

Among the conclusions reached, were;
(1) Early exposure to boys, of sexually explicit media led to a three times higher probability of engaging in sex and oral sex, within two years of exposure. ... twice as likely.
(2) Both men and women would suffer from ; sex, love and relationship addictions.
(3) Both men and women would develop a higher interest in kinky sex, humiliation and other deviant sexual behavior, including BDSM.
(4) It also lead to shaping values, when it came to; attitudes, behavior and relationships. (Although... those attitudes weren't described.)

I was 7 years old, when the boy across the street, pulled out a deck of playing cards; he'd borrowed, from his older brother. We never played ONE game, of 'Crazy Eights'. We did, spend hours and hours, admiring the colour pictures, on those cards. He managed to get his hands on an "adult" magazine, that year as well. There were no articles written in it. I learned, to appreciate the value of - 'close up' photography. And... if you recall (from my blog last week), my 'next door neighbour' (that eleven and a half year old girl) and I, managed to get into... uhmm.... some pretty serious exploration... of our bodies. I'm still in shock, that she could USE me, like that.

Which brings me to my point. Looking back over my sexual life... there seems to have been a pattern, that has developed. A certain kinkiness, that has emerged, over the years. I don't know, if it's my early exposure, to all that sexual media and materials. Or was it due to my influential neighbours? Perhaps I'd be the same person, with the same kinks I have today ; in spite of their manipulative ways and t.hat deck of cards.

I can only imagine (what with, the internet and porn sites), how much easier it is for today's youth - to get a head start on sex. I don't know where I'd be, if I had access to the web... back in the day. Omg! 😱

Perhaps that knowledge, should best be supervised, by a mature and well balanced adult. If they exist. Someone who knows better. Someone with a measured perspective. What do you think?

I'm not sure, you should ask me. I ended up leaving comments on "smartasswoman's " blog. I wondered... if anyone there, was interested in 'sounding'.

Google it... 😶

Do you think early exposure to sexual content and media has affected your sexual appetite and personality: or what DID affect it?
Talking about appetite... whatcha y'all got goin' on the menu for this long weekend?

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That Other Woman... Across The Room... 🍸
Posted:May 21, 2019 11:43 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2019 8:49 pm
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She stood there... commanding her space; delicately holding a glass of white wine, in her hand. She brushed a stray hair, from her brow and looked, at that other woman, across the room. She thought to herself...

... I know, what she sees in me. It's my dress and my hair. And the diamond earnings... I'm not shy to wear. It's my shoes... which spike the floor. Is she staring in disbelief? It's so obvious, even as she tries to hide, her interest in me.

A moment before, that other woman had walked by... and paused... ever so slightly. She smelled your cologne on me. Just a faint whisper of its scent. I know. She might once, have had it smeared , on her neck and her cheek... or that humid space, between her thighs; and wherever else... you'd touched her

Yes... I thought about that. Then casually, she stepped closer, as if to chat with a friend. But it was... to measure, and challenge me. I glanced at her.... and smiled. My eyes moved up... then down. I made sure , she noticed. I never had to tell her, to fuck off .

You did that for me, dear. Unknowingly... of course. You walked by, stopped and kissed me. I held you. You kissed me again... the way you do. She stood there... mouth gaping, then... she walked away.

And there, she stands; alone... across the room. A fucking tear, in her eye. I could care...

... less.

Are you a jealous, possessive, type of person?
How many of you are tired, of answering my usual question; "Whatcha y'all gonna have for dinner?"

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The Very First Time... 😊
Posted:May 20, 2019 12:20 pm
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2019 10:27 am
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I drove through, my old neighbourhood, over the weekend. All... has changed. But... I thought of a childhood memory...

I recalled everything clearly, as if it happened yesterday. It was late August and summer, was passing by too quickly. The afternoon sun blazed... through a bright, hazy sky. It was humid and clammy. Even if you stood still, you'd sweat, the type of wetness, would stick to your eyelids. day, surprised me. SHE surprised me.

I was a , barely ten. She was much older than me - eleven and a half. We lived on a, brand new street , just behind a thick forest. There were plenty of interesting things, to discover in there. The older boys, were always building small, "make believe" forts and mazes, out of tape and large cardboard boxes - once held new fridges.
She was my best friend; the girl next door - literally . We were bored. It was too hot to go for a bike ride. We'd run out of things to do... and games to . Summer, had taken its toll, on our imaginations.

She had an idea and motioned to me. "Paul.. let's go to the forest."

I followed her. We entered the cool shade of the trees and made our way, towards the cardboard fort; the one in the middle of forest. We stopped the flimsy doorway, labeled - "Frigidaire". Her question to me, was a simple one. All I had to do, was answer it . The cicadas, buzzed impatiently... while I thought, of what to say. My stomach, felt like a kaleidoscope of butterflies, were nesting there. I knew... what I wanted, to say.

Ahh... you know... never mind. It was a long time ago. She moved away the following winter. I never saw her after . But that day... I'll never forget - THAT day! I was ten... and she was eleven and a half.

They've built an apartment block complex, where that forest used to grow. There were some , playing outside, as I drove by.

When you were a ... did you have a favorite or special place to play?
Whatcha y'all havin' for dinner?

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Once It's Over... It's Over... Isn't it... 🤔
Posted:May 16, 2019 12:13 pm
Last Updated:Jun 10, 2020 6:08 pm
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She was... a perfect view. A woman, I would have been proud... to have draped, over my shoulders. She was standing tall... my height. Her black dress, hugged every subtle curve, of her body. Anyone would notice, her 'better than perfect posture'. You know... the type you'd see, in gymnasts or ballerinas? Her eyes, were deep, brown pools. I could loose myself, in those. I looked away. I was slightly taken aback... when she turned to me and spoke.

"You were here first. Go ahead. I'm in no rush," she smiled.

"Neither am I. You look, as if you're on you're way to somewhere."

"No. Actually... I'm on my way back ... from somewhere," she nodded.

I took a step closer. I put my energy drink and nature bar, on the counter... next to the cashier and reached for my wallet. I guess... I must have created a slight breeze. She looked amused, as she spoke.

"You're wearing the same cologne, I bought for a boyfriend... once."

"Really? He sounds, like a lucky guy!" I replied.

"He was... lucky, for a while," she laughed. "I've moved on. Now... he's just a friend. Someone, I once knew."

The cashier, stood there and watched us. No one else, was in the store. I pulled out my credit card. She spoke again.

"Actually... I just accidentally, ran into him, at a restaurant. It was his birthday. A friend of mine, tried to get us back together. What a mistake. HUGE... mistake!"

"I know what you mean," I replied. You could have just sent him a card, or called him," I tried to make a joke.

"For me... once it's over, it's over. And I'm not into, touching someone, over the phone. I pushed away. He's still pulling," she feathered a stray hair, from her eye brow.

I'd paid. I waited, while she did the same. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her wallet. "Pump number four."

She paid, then turned and brushed my arm... as she spoke.

"Nice meeting you. I really love ... that cologne. Don't give it up."

Flashing a silken smile, she strut her way out the door. I watched... as she stepped into her car.

Something she said, struck me. Is it possible, to touch someone... over the phone? If I was her 'ex' ... even a phone call from her, might keep me going.

I was halfway to my car, when I realized something. Damm...! I'd forgotten to buy, a Lotto ticket. I trudged back inside. I looked at the clerk, behind the counter and frowned. He looked back at me, grinned a wide grin and spoke.

"Lotto ticket? I didn't want to interrupt."

Is it possible to build a relationship; to 'touch someone', over the phone?
Is there a second chance, once you've said goodbye?

My usual question: Whatcha y'all havin' for dinner?

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She Stood In Front... Of That Mirrored Window...
Posted:May 13, 2019 1:31 pm
Last Updated:Jun 1, 2020 11:12 pm
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The guy in front of m.e , ordered; "Grande, Iced, S.ugar-Free, Vanilla Latte with Soy Milk," and then... he smugly, stood to the side. He had perfectly coiffed hair, sported a tie and jacket... and a trimmed, six day beard. He was, a typical hipster. They all look alike, don't they? I glanced at him and grinned. My turn; "Medium coffee," I announced, to the barista, with the dark green apron. She poured my coffee. The hipster waited.

I took my cup and walked to the bar stools, right by the counter near the front windows. The brilliant morning sun, was streaming in; but the tinted glass... kept things nice and dark and cool. Downtown traffic was snarled. People bustled this way and t.hat. It felt good to be sitting there. I was early for work. This moment of peace and tranquility, was a much appreciated change, from my usual morning mayhem. My hipster buddy, sat next to me, a few seats over. Then he realised, his laptop, was too large for the counter. I smiled sympathetically and he fucked off... to a table seat, somewhere behind me.

People are funny. Have you ever observed them? I sipped my coffee and watched everyone, scurry by. They were running for buses, waiting on lights and stopping to chat on their phones. There were the brave ones, who texted and walked... with their heads down. This city, has a bylaw against t.hat. I've never once, seen anyone get a ticket. Then... SHE appeared in my view.

She might have been in her early thirties and she was... beautiful. The type of look, found on magazine covers. Her aura, had men gawking. I watched, as distracted guys, barely brushed by lamp posts. I smiled as they bumped into, the people in front of them. I noticed other women, did a double take, when they looked at her. She could have stopped traffic, but it was already, at a standstill.

At the light, she turned and walked towards my window and stopped. At first, I thought, she might be l.ooking directly, at me. I was about to wave. Then it dawned on me - she was l.ooking at herself. She was l.ooking at her reflection, in the mirrored window. She undid the top button of her blouse and nudged her breasts. She adjusted her short black skirt and pulled up her nylons, from deep between her thighs then all the way up, to her waist. Peering closer into the glass, she wiped, a presumed smudge, on her lips. I could see the color of her eyes. They were silver blue. She placed a tuft of her brown hair, neatly, behind her ear. The light turned green. She turned around and moved on.

I collapsed back into my seat. Her pretend entourage, followed her. She manœuvred her long slender legs, across the street. The ones approaching her, spun their necks, to get a second look.

I wondered... what it must be like, to be t.hat beautiful. I've read about the advantages, attractive people have in life. Better jobs and salaries; better seats on the subway. Do you believe those myths?

I looked at my watch. I was going to be late... again. My hipster buddy, hadn't liked his beverage and was making a sour face. He was out of his seat, and trudging over, to the poor g.irl, in the dark green apron. As I stood u.p, from my seat, a friend from the office, paused by my window outside. It was Steve. He waved at m.e . I waved back. He can see m.e?

"Wow... " I thought.

People are funny, aren't they? T.hat woman with the silver blue eyes, was funny. And you know what? I.m ok with t.hat. I wondered, if she passed by this coffee shop every day. I'd see... tomorrow.

Do you turn your head and stare at someone good l.ooking ; or are you, one of them?
What's for dinner today?

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It Was A Hot and Sticky... Sexy Quickie... 🔥😊
Posted:May 9, 2019 12:54 pm
Last Updated:May 13, 2019 2:35 pm
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Summer is around the corner... Adventures are brewing.

We were up at the cottage. It was summer and it was hot. We were following a forest path, toward the river, on our way for a swim. The shade, of the pine trees cooled our sticky bodies. Lynn suddenly turned to me.

"Let's make love! " she giggled.

"What... here? In the middle of this trail? " I asked.

"Over there. In that little clearing," she pointed. "It'll be fun. No one's coming," she replied as she pressed her bikini clad body, up against mine. She draped her arms around my neck and planted a wet, kiss, on my parched lips. She tasted great! My swim trunks were down around my ankles and I spread my towel over the pine needles, in seconds. 

Lynn slipped off her bikini and threw it to the side. It landed on a fern. I barely had the time to admire her nakedness, before she lunged for my rigid cock. She wrapped her hands around my shaft and tickled my balls with her long nails. I was throbbing. We kissed. My fingers, gently fluttered up and over her breasts and erect nipples. I slipped one hand, between her legs. I could feel her swollen clit, as I pushed a finger, into her warm wet pussy. Neither of us, was in the mood for any fancy foreplay.

"This was going to be, a hot and sticky, sexy quicky," I thought.

Lynn got on my beach towel on all fours. She pointed her vagina in the air, and beckoned me with a wiggle of her cute ass.

"Come to me Paul. Fuck me baby!" 

I quickly knelt down, and grasped her waist. Gently, I pushed the swollen head of my cock, past her slippery pussy lips and into her. We both let out a gasp of pleasure. That first plunge, just takes your breath away doesn't it? My body was tingling, from head to toe. I knew Lynn was feeling the same way, when she arched her back and clutched the towel with both hands. She pressed her face forward and moaned. I could already feel her legs trembling and her pussy twitching, as I thrust my hips forward.

"Paul.... you feel, sooo good, inside me."

Suddenly, we heard loud voices coming towards us. We froze! I realized, that we were less than a dozen feet, from that trail. A gaggle, of people, were approaching us... along that path. We had no time to hide. We heard their voices and laughter getting louder and louder. Lynn and I looked at each other in panic.

Crouched as we were on that forest floor, the only thing blocking the hikers' view of us, was a large cluster of three foot tall, green ferns. My cock was still throbbing, deep inside Lynn's pussy, when I whispered into her ear. 

"Don't move a muscle or make a sound. They won't see us." I lied to her. They'd see us...

I squeezed her. My arms wrapped around her breasts in an effort to make ourselves smaller. I leaned my head against her smooth back. Lynn, had other ideas. She pushed her ass back into and against my cock. She wiggled it from side to side and up and down. She mashed her pussy into me, with all her skill. My eyes rolled back into my head. I was so.. fucking... close to coming. My cock twitched inside her. I whispered to Lynn again. "Stop... fucking... around. Don't move!"

I gingerly lifted my head and peered through the ferns to see the hikers. They approached us, two by two and three by three. "Oh shit!' I thought..." Here we go..." 

Lynn chose THAT exact second, to push us both, to the edge of cuming. With the muscled walls of her velvety cunt, she gave my penis, seven or eight , hard, tight, squeezes - as it lay there, buried and trapped inside her. I lost count of how many times my dick twitched in response. Was it six or seven... or a dozen? I recall seeing stars and my brain washed over, with this tingly haze. I closed my eyes. The hikers were right next to us, but in my state of mind, I really... didn't give a shit !

I could see their feet. My silly cock... twitched three more times. THAT... was the sensual tipping point, for Lynn. She arched her back, and whipped her hand across her mouth, stifling a moan. For added payback, I gently caressed her swollen clit. Lynn instantly grabbed my hand in hers and froze it there. She dug her nails, into my wrist. My cock throbbed and I felt Lynn's pussy twitching, repeatedly. We had edged ourselves to the brink of orgasm. We paused there - hovering, almost floating.

All the while, those hikers trudged by us, laughing and having a merry time. They were oblivious, to the carnal show, they might have had.

Eventually, we heard their laughter echoing further and further into the distance, and far into the trees. My breathing resumed. Lynn exhaled loudly. She looked back up at me, with her twinkling blue green eyes, and smiled.

"Ooooops.", was all she said, and she started laughing.

I held her waist, and looked down at her. There was a fat mosquito, biting her bum. I slapped it hard - with my open hand. Lynn let out a loud yell.

A squirrel in the branches of the tree right next to us began chirping. I presumed he wanted the 'show' to continue. . . and so did I. Hopefully.. without any more interruptions. Who the fuck goes hiking, in this heat?

Ever been caught or almost caught outside?
What's for dinner?

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There Was Naked Bowling... On Thursdays... 🤗👍
Posted:May 6, 2019 12:31 pm
Last Updated:Jun 10, 2020 6:10 pm
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A couple of weeks ago, I was on a business trip, in a very... very... small town. Dinning, late one night, I found myself - in the only restaurant, still open. I was eating cold fries. The sweet scent, of 'urinal mints' (from the nearby washroom), almost... overpowered - the smell, of stale beer and cigarettes. Sounds, of bowling balls, cascading along polished floors, smashing through wooden pins... smothered my thoughts. I pondered a question.

Would it be possible, to get my burger served, before I finished my fries?

A pair of bowling shoes, suddenly plunked themselves, on the counter, right next to me. My hazy thoughts, were interrupted. A whiff of leather and sock... and foot, blended in subtly... with the aroma of mints, from the bathroom. My cherubic new friend, smiled at me and lit a cigarette, as he leaned forward and spoke to the cook.

"Hey Tucker... Ya wanna make me a burger... ta go?"

Tucker nodded and in a flash, that meat... or whatever it was, was sizzling, on that blackened grill. Now ... I knew Tucker's name. I felt empowered. I kinda... raised my hand meekly, as if I was in grade two math class.

"Hey Tucker. How's, MY burger doin'?"

Tucker turned to me and with the quiet, nonchalance, of a man who'd already completed, a great task, replied.

"Oh, your burger? It's been ready for a while mister. I just had it, warmin' for ya." And he pointed to a dull red lamp... way down, at the end of the wall. "Figured y'all wanted to wait, till ya finished your fries first. That's the way, most folk here, eat it," he grinned. Then, he turned and pressed a metal spatula, flat down, against a grey patty - with all his might.

I stared at Tucker's back, and blinked. "Sure. Why the fuck, would I want to eat my burger, with my fries?" I thought to myself. Tucker, motioned to the petite waitress, in the pink dress. Quickly, she walked over with my burger.

The plate was put, right next to me. She wore lavender perfume and makeup... fit, for an opera star. "Ya new in town? Whatcha y'all doin here?", her green eyes twinkled, as she smiled.

I thought of telling her the truth. That I was here, on business. That I was fucking stuck here, for the next week. But I didn't. I just replied the way I knew most people would. "Just passin' thru. Just passin' thru," I smiled back. I was startin', to sound like them.

"Well... you'll be wantin', to see the 'old church', before ya leave. It was built in 1890," she beamed at me, proudly.

I had an hour for lunch: maybe I could squeeze in, a visit, to 'that' church. I took a bite, outta my burger. It was cold. Maybe I could spend, an hour lookin' for a better place ta eat. Yep...

My cherubic friend, grabbed his wrapped, hot burger off the counter... and with his other hand (the one holdin' those shoes) waved goodbye to me. It was too late, to block my nose. I reached for a fry, and waved back at 'im.

The waitress with the pink dress and brown rag in her hand, kept eyin' me, as she went table to table - wipin' them. Someone... just got a strike. I heard people yellin' and hollerin'. Tucker smiled and waved to a group of women as they passed. Come to think of it, I don't recall seein' one person who ever frowned ... in the whole time I was in that town. Must be a happy bunch of people, livin' here. Must be the kinda town, that grows on ya. I know one thing... most folk - eat somewhere else. Tucker trudged to the men's room. The waitress in the pink dress shimmied up to me.

"Ya know, Thursdays... we got 'naked bowling' here. It's much, more fun!" She smiled. "And I don't know why, y'all wanna eat here. It's my night off tomorrow. If ya want, I can show you where I go. It's way better. And they serve ribs."

I looked down, at my cold burger and fries. And then, back up... into her green eyes. I love... ribs! But what's that thing she said, about 'naked bowling' ?

What's the point of this story? Naked bowling? Small towns? Civic pride? I need a new job? Who knows?
Whatcha y'all gonna have for dinner?

Why am I, still talkin' in this accent?

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Ever Share a Pizza... With A Naked Cowgirl? 🤔
Posted:May 2, 2019 2:09 pm
Last Updated:May 6, 2019 10:48 pm
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It's "Throwback Thursday", right? I wrote this an hour ago. I hope this counts. Hey... I just got back from a week in the boonies... good to see y'all!

Lisa held Bobby's hand, as they walked across the gravel parking lot. They crunched quick rhythms, with their boots. Dim yellow cabin lights, barely cast shadows, across grey wicket chairs, as they sat... in front of, weathered... brown doors. Crickets chimed their progress... as they both stopped. She let go of his hand and flipped her long, blonde hair, to to the side. She watched, smiling. He unlocked the door, flung it open and grinned back at her.

"It's like that same dive, we stayed at last time," Bobby proudly announced to her, laughing.

Lisa walked in, paused and looked around.

The walls, were nailed with cheap, pine boards. The floor, was covered in a worn out, maroon carpet. You could tell... where people liked to walk. The double bed, had a faded blanket thrown over it; it's floral motif, had seen better days. Facing the bed, was a framed print, of an oak tree, in a meadow. And bolted to the dresser, with a thick steel chain... was a bulky - 'RCA Color TV'.

"Who would want to steal that," she laughed. "Feels like I'm back, in the eighties," Lisa giggled.

She turned to him and kissed him. Then pushed herself from his grasp. Hurriedly, she flung her cowboy boots off her feet, up in the air and to the floor. She unbuttoned her plaid shirt and threw it onto the bed. Her jeans were halfway down to her knees, before she'd even reached, the bathroom door. She pulled those jeans down to her ankles and with a flick of her hand, dropped them over a chair, right next to the lamp.

Bobby, walked toward the phone, on the dresser.

Lisa, walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light.

The lime green walls and ceiling and floor... made her squint. She pulled off her lace bra... and two, perfectly shaped, perky breasts... were released. She pulled open the shower curtain. She could hear Bobby, already ordering, the pizza. 

"Hey Lisa... You want a Coke or a '7 Up' ?"

"I don't care Bobby. Coke, I guess."

She peeled off, her white panties and put them on the counter, next to the sink. Then kneeling on the floor, she opened the faucet and watched, as the water poured... into that old, green tub.

Her satin smooth, moon shaped ass, pointed towards the ceiling, as she leaned forward... to check the water temperature. Tiny pink folds of her pussy, poked through that small space, between her thighs. And her little bum hole, wiggled a bit, as she turned the faucets... this way... and that. This delicious view, was much appreciated, by Bobby, who stood there, naked... right been behind her. His cock was already... starting to grow.

"Hey babe. Come here. Give me a kiss," he spoke.

Before he could catch her, she'd stepped into the tub and faced him... smiling coyly.

"I'm dirty and stinky Bobby. Come here and wash me. I need your help. There's some spots... I just can't reach.

Bobby looked at Lisa and smiled. Damm she was hot! "That fucking pizza guy, better not rush over here," he thought. "Lisa looks real dirty... Yeah... she's gonna need... a lotta cleaning up."

(I wonder what happens? Lazy writer!) ..
Do you like to take a shower or are you more of a bath person?
What's for dinner tonight?

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