Out For A Stroll

It was late enough in the morning that the commuters had already vacated the neighborhood, and early enough that the soccer moms had not yet stirred beyond their doors. Most of the houses were locked up, blinds down, ready for the day. It was also early enough that the heat of the coming day had only just begun to show its power. I used to take the dog for a walk along this route, but those days were past. Still, I needed to get my exercise, and as much as I dislike exercise, it was a nice walk.

I noticed her long before she saw me. I doubt she knew I was there until we were almost across from each other. She was so involved in the phone conversation she was having. She wore a t-shirt from the local University and short, loose shorts that barely covered her shapely ass where it rested against the bumper of the car in the driveway. She had no shoes, and her hair looked like she had just gotten out of bed. I would not have given her a second look, except that her free hand kept sliding along her thigh. As I got closer, I noted that she would slip a finger up inside the leg of her shorts. It would disappear for a moment then reappear as her hand pushed back down her leg. As I drew closer, it was clear her breasts were unencumbered as her nipples tented the front of her t-shirt. Her eyes flicked up towards me as her finger disappeared again. She winked at me, said something, then looked at me again. Her finger was still inside her shorts, and now I was parallel with her. I could see what she did. Her thumb stroked one puffy pussy lip. She winked again and pulled the finger out of her shorts. She held her finger up to her lips, urging me to silence, then looked around quickly. A large hedge lined the driveway on one side. She said something, then hung up the phone. She moved to the hedge side of the car, where she was shielded from the windows of the house and wiggled her finger for me to follow.

I moved up the driveway and stood a foot or so away from her. She smiled again and pulled the leg of her shorts up, then slipped her finger under and across her nether lips. She shuttered slightly, then looked down. She made a small moue when she saw that I was missing some of the show. She pulled her finger out. It glistened with her moisture, and she licked it quickly before she pushed her shorts down to her knees. Her pussy was bare, swollen with pleasure, and wet. She slid her hand back down and slipped a finger between her lips. She circled her clit, and a low moan escaped her lips. I could see the muscles in her legs twitch with pleasure and an effort to support her weight. I heard the sounds of squishing flesh as her passion increased, and her pussy oozed more of her juice. Her eyes were lidded. She was lost in her own world while her hand moved with increased speed. She alternated between sliding fingers inside while she pinched and poked her clit. Her orgasm built quickly, and she covered her mouth with her other arm as she cried out. She muffled the sound as she bent over. She dropped her arm and panted. I could see the teeth marks from where she had mashed it against her mouth. She pulled her hand out from between her legs. It glistened in the early sunshine.

She winked at me again, then smiled, before she pulled her shorts back up to her waist. She crooked her finger at me, and I stepped forward. When I was arm’s length away, she offered one of her wet fingers. I sucked it clean, tasting her fresh dew. She slipped her hand around my head and pulled me forward. We kissed slowly, quickly, our tongues danced before she let me go. She pulled her phone up, tapped a couple of buttons then passed it to me. I got the message and typed in my number before I passed it back to her. She kissed me again quickly and then went back into her house while I went back to my stroll.

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The Talent

It was the third day of a long session, and I could hear the fatigue in her voice. It mirrored my own on the other side of the glass. My ears hurt from more than twenty hours under the cans, and my back was sore, regardless of how comfortable the chair under my ass had been when we started. The lady on the other side of the glass had a sultry voice. Despite the long hours, I could listen to it forever. She was not eye candy by anyone’s definition, but I thought she could hold her own. She had some beautiful curves and a pretty face, although the mic and some baffles partially obscured it at the moment. When her voice hitched, I had been staring off into space, looking at the script but not seeing it. She stopped and looked at me. I hit pause on the recording, then flipped the switch.

“Start again at the paragraph?” I asked as I backed up the virtual head and made a mark.

“Yes, please,” she said.

She settled herself, and I opened the line between us as I rested my fingers on the control switch.

“Three, two,…,”

I pushed record on the two count, and she took a breath on the quiet one count and started again. I watched her as she read from the teleprompter. When she recorded, she tended to stand straight, her hands relaxed at her sides and slightly away from her body. She had worn jeans and a t-shirt for the first couple of days. Today, she had no desire to dress up any more than needed. She had tossed the jeans for yoga pants, and the t-shirt was considerably looser than previous days. It obscured her curves, yet highlighted them as well. At first, I was not sure what I was witnessing. Her hand moved up and seemed to trace the inner curve of her breast. She did this a couple of times, and I heard her breath hitch. I smiled slightly as I hit the pause again.

“Want to do that again?” I asked over the speaker.

“Yes,” she said.

I counted down, and she began again. Again, she started to caress her breast. Her hand moved outward, and her nail passed over where I estimated her nipple was. There was no hiding the hitch in her voice this time as she dropped her hand. I looked up to her eyes, and they smiled back at me.

“From the top?” I asked over the intercom.

“Sure. Give me a five count?” she asked.

“Just a second.”

I fiddled a couple of settings and moved my finger over the trigger.

“And five, four….”

At four, her hands grasped the hem of her shirt. At three, she pulled it up and over in a practiced move. She had my full attention as I hit the trigger at one. The shirt floated to the ground, and she started reading again, but her hands were not idle. She brought both of them up to her breasts where they hid behind a white cotton bra. Her nipples poked out through the material, and she quickly raked them with her nails. She moved from scraping them to flicking them. Her voice faltered and was replaced promptly by heavy breathing, gasps, and moans. She rolled her nipples between her fingers. Her eyes fluttered, and any pretense of recording the script in front of her was gone. She gasped again and moved her hands to cup and squeeze her breasts. Her eyes opened, and she looked at me, where I looked at her. She smiled, then winked. I stopped the recording.

“That was a take,” I said with a smile.

“I think I can do better,” she said.

“You’re the talent,” I said with a shrug and a smile.

“Five count again, please,” she asked.

“Coming up. In five….”

At four, her hands slipped behind her back, and at three, her bra came loose. At two, it fell to the floor, and by one, there was no pretense of recording her lines as she squeezed her breasts and pulled on her nipples. Her breasts were lovely to look at, and her nipples sat on her puffy areola. Her moans echoed through my headphones as she pleasured herself. A rosy glow spread across her chest and moved up towards her neck, a sign of how much she was enjoying this session. Her head fell back as she sighed long and deep. Her hands moved back to squeeze her breasts as she looked at me again through the glass.

“I liked that,” she said.

I pushed pause on the recording.

“Worked for me, too,” I said with a smile.

“Can I try something different?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“Have you been recording all of this?”

“Except our conversations, yes.”

“Good. Five count again, please?”

“Here we go.”

I gave the five. At three, she slid a hand down her body, and by one, her hand was inside her pants. From where I sat, I watched her hand slip between her legs, and I could imagine her fingers slid over her lips and clit. Her breath came in short gasps and alternated with moans of pleasure as she focused on her pussy. Her nipples seemed to swell as she did this. She pinched her nipple, and her cry was a long gasp that put the needles into the red for a minute. She gasped as she pulled her hand out of her pants and looked at me. She licked her finger, seductively.

“You want to do that again?” I asked.

“Yes. Yes, I do. Give me a second?”

“Take your time.”

She nodded, then took her headphones off. She looked around the room before she walked over to the stool in the corner. She pulled it over to her mark, then bend down and pulled her shoes off. She had my complete attention as I watch her. She slipped her socks off and put them on her shoes.

“How sensitive is this mic?” she asked.

“It’s focused around your voice. When you scratch your neck, I can hear it, but much below that is lost to it.”

“OK.”

She squared herself to my view and made sure I was watching. She put her hands in the waistband of her pant and then pushed them down, slowly. She had nice hips. Her pussy hair was trimmed, and there was a faint tan line where her bathing suit may have rested at one point. Her skin overall was pale but had been tanned at least once in the past. Her pants slid over her knees, and she pushed them off her feet. She brushed off the top of the stool before she shimmied her ass up onto it. She put the headphones back on, hooked one foot around one of the legs, and rested another on one of the cross rungs. She was as naked as the day she was born. She settled herself, so she knew I had a perfect view of her body. I could see the moisture on her lips.

“Ready?” she asked.

I swallowed, then stood up before I undid my pants and pushed them down to my knees. My cock stood up and out.

“Yes, you certainly are,” she said. “Five count, please?”

By one, she had her hands on her breasts again. I moved my hand from the board to my cock as I watched her. She squeezed her breasts again before she moved her hand to her pussy. I watched as she slid a finger along her legs before she slipped it over her pussy lips. I listened, watched, and stroked as she circled her clit, panted, and moaned. Her clit turned rosy under her ministrations. The head of my cock purpled. She squeezed her nipple, and my cock oozed with desire. She slipped a finger inside her before she slid two fingers over her clit. She mauled it as her breath came in ragged gasps. She cried out, sending the levels into the red. She panted and cried out.

“Now, now, now,” she cried.

That was all I needed, and cum poured out of the head of my cock. I managed to keep it from hitting the board, but only just as my knees gave out and I slumped back into the chair.

“How was that,” she asked between gulps of air.

“I need a smoke,” I said with a laugh.”

She laughed too as she looked at me.

“I think I am done for the day,” she said.

“Me, too.”

“Shall we do this again tomorrow?”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

“You may need to wire another microphone in here though. We want to make sure we get all the ambient noises.”

“I will make sure it is properly placed before you get here.”

“If you wait, you won’t have to guess.”

“Then, I will see you tomorrow. I would hate to get it wrong.”

As we talked, she pulled her clothes back on. I cleaned up the room and made sure the recordings were locked away safely until I could get them parsed out safely.

“Have a great evening,” she said as she picked up her bag.

“You too.”

The Talent has their entrance. She slipped out the door, and it closed quietly behind her as I cleaned up the debris from the day and let myself out of the studio. I was already thinking about what tomorrow might bring as I caught a cab and headed uptown.

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Saturday Sex Tip

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How Often?

How often do you find yourself reaching to send a message, but pull back. How often do you get as far as composing the message, only to drop it in the bitbucket, rather than send it. I am getting better. It is only a couple of times a day now. So I guess I am getting better. Maybe I can get it down to only a couple of times a year. But I doubt it.

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A Small Rememberance

I do not remember all of it, but I remember this little bit…

I came out of the bathroom and found you on the bed, jeans and panties on the floor, and your hand between your legs. You were not rushing but you were certainly involved. Your eyes were closed as your legs opened and closed rhythmically with your actions. It was not the first time I had seen you masturbate, but it was not something you did very often, at least that you let me see. Small whimpers of lust escaped your lips as your hand rubbed your clit with more vigor. Your eyes opened and saw me watching you.

“Would you like some help?”

“Yes! Get up here and finish me!”

I crawled between your legs as your hand held your lips apart and my tongue flicked your erect clit….

That is all I remember, but I could taste you when I woke up…

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I Dreamt About You Last Night

I could feel you in my arms, the gentle weight of your body as it rested against me. I could almost hear you breathing. I reached for you and almost touched you before the banshee of the alarm went off and woke me up.

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The Perfect Penis

We Talked to the Scientist Who Just Discovered the Perfect Penis – Broadly

The women—who were told that the theoretical man attached to these potential penises was “kind, intelligent, funny, and has a great job”—generally selected a penis around 6.3″ long and 4.8″ around for dating, and 6.4″ long, 5” around for a one-nighter.

Another limited sample study – only 75 – but I guess it is hard to get a group of women together to play with dildos and then actually tell the truth about what they really want. I would have to assume that proper scientific method was being used.

Feel free to discuss it among yourselves.

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Who Needs Sex?

Lately, I have been wondering about the answer to this question. As someone who writes about sex, I get very little. And honestly, I cannot say I am missing it too much. I have plenty of energy for other things. For example, over the last forty-eight hours, I washed every dish in the house, including the crystal and the china, staged, prepped, and cooked an Italian dinner for ten (including making the pasta, and sauces). I made sure everyone had a good time, then cleaned it all up. I am just sitting down now to write this, and then I am off to take a shower before I get serious about the laundry, mop the floor, and decide what to do for dinner.

So really, who, needs sex?

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Happy Heart Day

Yes, I know you do not celebrate Valentine’s Day. That does not mean I cannot think of you today. In fact, I did. I had a beautiful dream as I woke up this morning. It went something like this.

I could smell you as you lowered your pussy over my mouth. My hands slid along your legs as you finished positioning yourself over me, and bent down to take my stiff cock into your mouth. I probed your clit gently before I swiped my tongue back along your slit to your puckered ass. I poked my tongue into your ass, and you gasp shook your body. My cock was suddenly released as your breathing came in ragged gasps. I smiled to myself as my tongue wandered back along your slit, pausing to slide deeper into your pussy before it made its way back to your clit. My hands moved from your legs, up your side and around to cup your breasts and squeeze your nipples. You pushed your hips down, forcing your clit into my mouth as you back bowed from the sensations that coursed from your nipples to your clit. I sucked on your hot button.

You cried out with a whimper. I could feel you quiver a moment before your orgasm shook your body. I sucked harder on your clit as you writhed around above me. You hand held the base of my cock, either to keep from falling off or for extra stability. The energy from your orgasm left you spent. You slumped down on top of me. Your tongue traced lazy patterns up and down my erection as you got your breathing back under control. The heat of your breath felt like a furnace blowing directly onto me. I am sure I shivered a moment before I woke up and found you gone.

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When a Bug Derails You

I spend a lot of my time writing. But once I am done, I have generally convert my stories into ePubs so that I can proof them. Lately, I ran into a bug, that derailed a number of writing hours.

Let me explain.

I write in Ulysses almost exclusively. I started in Scrivener, and I still write with it, but for a lot of my smaller stories, I use Ulysses. My current story, Evelyn, was written in Ulysses, and I started to experiment with some new formats for exporting to ePubs. As part of my normal process, once I export the document, I open it in iBooks on all of my devices. This time, my export failed on two of my three devices. This made me scratch my head. So I tried again, with a different preset. Same result. Clearly, the software was to blame, so I opened a ticket with Ulysses and continued to troubleshoot my problem. After a bit of back and forth, we both came to the same conclusion. The problem was not Ulysses. It was iBooks, on iPad and iPhone. Which concerns me.

So, I ported the document to Scrivener and exported it again. This time I actually got an error I could use.

Failed to load book because the requested resource is missing

It would seem there is a serious bug in iBooks, and it has been there for a while based on the results from Google. The solution is to erase iBooks (after you delete the book, and reinstall it, close iBooks, restart the iDevice, eieio). And because iBooks is a default application, the only way to remove iBooks is to do a complete reinstall of the iOS. Not exactly the answer most people want to pursue. I am lucky. I have a conversion program that can turn the eBook into a Kindle file, which I can then send to my Kindle. It is a bad workaround, but it would be nice if there was an easier way to fix default applications.

So, if find that an eBook is not opening correctly, that might be your problem. I am not sure there is a good way to fix it other than via an iOS update. Good luck.

UPDATE: I am happy to report that the latest version of iOS has fixed whatever was borked in iBooks!

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