Unexpected – A new story

I had some free time yesterday, and some stimulus, so I wrote this little story.

When the call came, of course, I said I would help. After more than a year of being cooped up inside and limited human contact, the ability to not only get outside but actually have some human connection, even if it was behind a mask and socially distant. They canceled the race last year, one of the first of many events that fell victim to COVID-19, but it was not the last. With more vaccines and a better understanding of what could and could not be done during these times, more activities spun back up, and more people came out to help.

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How Long Is Too Long?

Once Upon A Time All good stories should start that way. Once upon a time, I had a friend confess to me that she had once dated a guy, for a short period of time, and despite his prowess in the bedroom, she found he was too good.


It seems that he could pound away for a considerable amount of time (I never asked for exact details). And I was not sure what the problem was. She tried to explain, but personally, I did not get it at the time.

Then I saw this article today How Long Should Sex Last — Does Time Really Matter?

And now I get it. At least theoretically.

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To bush or not to bush

Full Disclosure: I am a male, so this is just my opinion. What you, as women, chose to do is really up to you.

I have been debating the whole idea of female pubic hair display1. From my reading and other discussions with actual women, there is a wide variety of opinions and preferences about whether a woman has a full bush or shaves bare. This can be for aesthetic reasons, for reasons of sensitivity, or other less exciting thoughts (it just looks better). While I have a preference, I am noticing a trend on the Internet where every woman is not only shaved but shaved bare, and I am not finding it attractive2. I sometimes wonder what a bit or more of hair would do to the image and whether it would be something I would not want to see.

I know that in the past, I have derived pleasure from seeing the multiple states and determining which one I prefer, aesthetically3, or learning which one my partner likes. Indeed, I cannot tell these models to let it grow back but sometimes I wish I could. I wonder if that reflects having grown up between the era of women with full bushes and then watching the trend to the bare pussy. Like most things in fashion, it will probably revert again. Or maybe not.

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Happy 💞 Valentine’s 💗 Day

And for those that do not celebrate, you are still entitled to a 😘

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What’s that old saying? Enquiring minds want to know? Maybe the January winds have knocked the dust off the rafters, but I am curious. For example:

  • When you decided to sleep with Armand, what caused the change of heart? Did he convince you? Or was it your new-found freedom that emboldened you to do it? And you mentioned he had stamina, but you did not seem enthusiastic about this, and I never found out why.
  • Did Raymond know he was going to spend the day in bed with your that rainy day? Did you plan it, or did it just happen? Did you know about his piercing before you first saw him naked? Or was that not the first time? Did it really make it easier for him to take your anal cherry that afternoon? Did you let him tie you up, or was that saved for later adventures?
  • I know Thermopolis had a negative experience with receiving oral sex. Did you ever bring him around to enjoy it, or did you have to find some other way to stimulate him? I have often wondered what you did.
  • You once said James was more endowed than I was, yet, you continued to sleep with me several times. I often wondered why? What did I have that he lacked. After all, size is everything or so we are told.
  • When Alex passed his kidney stones, you remarked that they were large, just like him. Were you referring to his physical stature because he is not a small man, or was it concerning that confidence you did not want to break? And again, why me?
  • And then there are the things I don’t know. Do you think about those other men at all? Or are they footnotes in history? Am I?
  • I also wonder if you have a hidden fantasy, or kink, that you do not mention. What is it that gets you wet when you imagine it? Do you want to make it more than a fantasy? Have you already? Was it as good as you hoped? Is it still a work in progress?
  • Has he ever walked in on you while you pleasured yourself? Did he stay? Did he offer to help? Did he turn and leave? What would you have wanted him to do? What would you want me to do?
  • Lastly, although only in this list, I found this while purging some old texts. If you had the opportunity to be professionally photographed for Playboy/Playgirl, or pose for a statue by Michelangelo, which would you choose? and you answered Playboy. I would like to be more comfortable being an exhibitionist. Which I always found interesting considering how reticent you were whenever I tried to take your picture, much less your picture nude. Maybe I should have set up more of a studio.

The answers do not matter. It will not change the past and will not affect the future. I am just curious, that’s all.

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The Fitting Room

Sandy teased Rich and Craig unmercifully as they moved from store to store. They both volunteered to go shopping with her when she said she needed a new skirt. After the first two stores, where she was pretty sure she would not find what she wanted, she finally ducked into a trendy little place with tight rows and bright colours.

“How about this one,” Rich asked.

He held up a tight, A-line style flowered print skirt.

“No, this,” Craig said, with a pleated blue skirt.

“They’re both interesting,” she said, as she took them from the boys.

“We have a fitting room back here,” the salesgirl said, indicating a row near the back.

She held the door open for Sandy. When she did not close it immediately, she waved at the boys, and they followed her into the room.

“Think she’s watching on a closed-circuit?” Sandy whispered as her hands rubbed burgeoning erections.

“Could be,” Rich said.

“Wanna give her something to watch?”

Rather than wait for an answer, Sandy pulled down the zipper on the skirt she wore, and dropped it to the floor, then bent over the bench seat, wiggled her naked ass, and closed her eyes. She heard the zippers drop in unison, then a bit of shuffling before she felt a cock press against her swollen pussy lips. A moment later, she gasped as the cock disappeared inside her molten core. Her exhalation was interrupted by the head of another cock, pressed between her lips. A moment later, it slipped into her mouth, and she greedily swallowed it. Craig’s cock, she discovered because she sucked on Rich’s, pounded in and out of her pussy with abandon. She reached between her legs and found her clit. She pinched and rubbed it as she stroked Rich’s cock. The race was on, and she knew what she wanted. The pressure was too much for Craig, who poured his cum into Sandy’s cunt three pumps before Rich unloaded down her throat. She slurped down as much of Rich’s cum as she could. Some oozed out of the corner of her mouth as she finally brought herself off with a quiet gasp.

Rich shoved himself back into his jeans. Sandy turned around and cleaned up Craig’s cock before he put it away.

“That was fun,” she said. “Now, which skirt? I think the pleated one. Easier to push out of the way. What do you think?”

Both men pushed themselves against Sandy and kissed her.

“Definitely the pleated one,” she said.

She pulled on her skirt, and the three of them went out to pay. No one commented on the flush on the salesgirl’s face when they left.

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Angie’s Massive Mammaries

Once upon a time, I had a friend with a DD chest. 38DD to be specific, before she had children. Her favorite tease was to forgo her bra when I was around. Angie is not based on her. But I remember those days well. In her honor, here’s a small story.

Mike looked around the room. Something woke him from a deep sleep. He heard it. A banging. He waited. Jean would get it. It continued. Then he remembered that Jean was out of town. It was after midnight. Why did Jean’s girlfriends have to bang on his door when he was not there.

“OK, OK, I’m coming.”

He staggered to the door of the suite. The rest of the room was dark, which met his mood. Rather than looking out the peephole, he just pulled the door open.

“What the fuck?” he asked.

“You should wear pajamas.”

“There was fog, but the woman pushed past him, closed the door, then kissed him hard, while her hand grabbed his cock.”

“Strip me,” Angie said.

Mike shook his head.

“Angie, what? It’s the middle of the night.”

“Yeah, so strip me, fuck me, and let me cry on your shoulder.”

Mike shook his head again and finally noticed what she wore. A dress. A little black dress, heels, makeup, tear-streaked. And he was naked. His cock swelled slightly, but he tried not to focus on that.

“Sorry. Come on.”

He lead her back to his room, where he turned her around, unzipped her dress, and pulled it off. Underneath, she wore her best set, as she told him, and thigh high stockings.

“Sit,” he directed.

He removed her heels and then rolled her stockings down her legs as if he knew what he was doing. He reached up and pulled her panties off, then her bra with less emotion than a rock. He pulled her up and into the shower, where he washed her clean, stripped off her makeup, perfume, and glitter before he dried her off, and pulled her down next to him in bed. Her tears coursed hot trails across his chest as she cried. All the time, he just held her close against him, despite the throbbing in his groin. Her hand lay close to his erection, yet he still resisted.

“Sorry,” she said eventually.

“I’ll add it to your bill.”

“You’re silly.”

She hiccuped, then hit his chest.


“Want to talk about it?”

“No, yes. No.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“My boobs.”

“Your boobs? What about your boobs?”

“He hates my boobs.”

“He’s gay?”

“Might be.”

“Want to tell me?”

“He said my boobs were unnatural. Like, as in I got implants.”

“Does he need character witnesses?”


“If you keep hitting me, I will have bruises.”

“Sorry. Not your fault.”

“He can’t handle magnificent mammaries?”

“Clearly not.”

“His lost. Did he even get to find out how sensitive they were? How much you enjoyed having them played with? Come on, a tit fuck? He’s gay.”

Angie laughed through her tears as he described the options.

“Seriously, does he only like a full bush and A cups?”

“Probably,” she said with another hiccup.

“His loss.”


They laid together like that for several minutes.

“Mike, would you …”

“Anytime you want.”

Angie kissed him, gently at first, then with more passion, more desire, more need. She moved her body over his and held onto him as she plunged her tongue into his mouth. Mike held her close and kissed her back as she moved her hips over his. She mashed her tits into his chest.

“Rollover,” Mike said.



Angie rolled onto her back, and Mike moved her to the middle of the small bed where he straddled her waist.

“These,” he said, wrapping his hands around her tits, “are massive. They are also magnificent.”

He bent down and kissed both mountains before he sat back up and looked into her eyes.

“Last time, you wanted me to fuck them. But you wanted my cock inside of you more. Yeah, I don’t have to tote them around. But I love that you let me touch them, kiss them, tease them, and suck them.”

As he talked, he slid down until she could feel his cock.

“They excite me; they make me hard. If you want my cock between them, you have only to ask.”

He bent over and kissed her again.

“I want your cock inside me. Deep inside me. Now.”

Mike did not hesitate. He pushed her legs apart, then slid into her. Angie moaned. Mike moaned as well.

“Your cock is delicious,” she said.

“Your pussy is not so bad.”

He bent his head and sucked her nipple. Angie bowed her back, and he rammed into her.

“Fuck, yes. Do that.”

Angie did not hold back, and Mike gave her his all until she clamped down on him a moment before he filled her.

“Thank you, thank you,” she gasped. “Thank you.”

Angie fell asleep before he lay beside her. He pulled her into his arms, kissed her, and pulled up the sheet over them.

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Next, 2021

Good evening and welcome to 2021. Maybe this year will allow us to kiss our loved ones, have unrestricted sex, and forget that one kiss might put us into the ER. And you thought AIDS was a deadly STD.

So, seriously. Wear your mask. Forget about sex, and take up a hobby. Basketweaving. Photography. Cards Against Humanity. Your call. Stay safe.

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That Odd Saturday

While it is Tuesday, I have had some time to write, so the story That Odd Saturday, is now taking shape, although it is not complete. It is a decent read as it currently stands though if you are looking to kill half an hour and need an excuse to put your hand in your pants.

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That Odd Saturday

I woke up thinking about this (mostly) and so here it is.

Mike and Lois went at it, hard. Mike lay between her legs as he lapped at her clit. Lois alternated between blissful orgasm and climbing the mountain again.

“Enough, enough,” she gasped and pushed his head away.

Lois pulled the sheet up with a gasp as she lay back on his bed. Her heart hammered in her chest as Mike lay down beside her.

“Don’t even think about it,” she said as she watched his hand move.

He smiled at her but lay beside her. They jumped as the door to the suite opened.

“I thought you said Jean was out of town.”

“He is.”

Lois pulled the sheet over her head a moment before Angie bounced into the room.

“Oh, ho, look at you,” she said.

She moved towards the bed and would have launched herself onto him when she noticed the second body.

“You’re having sex!”

“Yes, Angie, I was having sex, now if you don’t mind?”

“Who, who, who,” she said.

Lois pushed the sheet down enough to see what was happening.

“Hey, Lois,” Angie said before she looked at Mike. “You mean Jean left town so you could boff this biscuit? Sweet, I’m in!”

Before anyone could react, Angie hopped onto the bed next to Lois and squeezed her ample tit through the sheet. Lois moaned despite herself, and Angie struck like a viper as she pulled the sheet down enough to suck on the exposed nipple.

“Fuck,” Lois squeaked as Angie laved the naked skin.

Mike pulled the sheet down on his side and echoed Angie’s motions as they double-teamed Lois’s tits.

“Fuck, fuck, stop, stop,” Lois gasped. “He’s worn me out, and as good as this feels, my body can’t take it.”

“Oh, poor baby,” Angie said.

She sat up and quickly stripped off her tshirt. Under it, she wore a plain white bra. She promptly stripped that off and squeezed her tits as she massaged them.

“You like?” she asked Lois.

“They’re…plump,” Lois said.

“They are,” Angie agreed with a giggle. “Hazards of being as big as they are. What about you, Mike?”

“They certainly are plump, yes. With rosy nipples.”

“Not as rosy as hers.”

“She’s been sucked, and I haven’t. Want to fix that?”

Angie looked back and forth between Lois and Mike before Lois tentatively reached up and squeezed one.

“Oh, yes,” Angie said.

Angie bent forward slightly as Lois closed the distance between them. She sucked Angie’s nipple between her lips and started to suck gently. Mike reached across Lois’s body and squeezed the other nipple gently.

“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s good,” Angie cooed.

She supported Lois’s head as she let her explore her tit with her mouth. Angie had the hots for Lois, but Lois, she knew, was a straight arrow. Well, maybe not so straight as Angie felt Lois bite her nipple. The sensations caused other parts of her body to tighten. She smiled a bit, knowing she gave Mike a show as well if the state of his erection was any indication.

Mike watched the two women intently. He knew Lois was curious, but he had never expected this. He resisted the urge to touch either one of them for fear of breaking the spell.

Lois surprised herself. She had peeked at Angie a couple of times as she undid her bra and exposed her tits for all too see, like she did not care who might see. It was not how Lois was raised, but seeing that DD chest always sent a thrill through her body. More than once, she stopped herself from reaching out to touch one of them. Now she had one in her mouth while her hand massaged the other one. Despite the pounding she had taken from Mike already, Lois was wet and ready for whatever might come next.

Angie slipped a hand down and released the button on her jeans. Mike leaned across and helped her slide the zipper down. Lois released Angie’s tit.

“Let me help,” Lois said softly.

Angie stood up next to the bed, and Lois turned and sat up, while Mike moved to where he could watch. Lois shoved Angie’s jeans down off her hips leaving her clad only in a simple white thong that soon followed to the floor. Mike’s nostrils flared at the smell of Angie’s arousal. Lois slid a finger gently down from Angie’s belly button to the top of her slightly parted lips. Angie was mostly bare, but for a small landing strip. Mike watched as Angie’s nipples hardened even more as Lois touched her.

Angie felt like she was on fire as Lois ran her finger slowly down over her abdomen. No one, man or woman, had ever touched her this way, and it was not that Lois was doing anything special. The connection alone seemed to make her melt. She could feel her girl juice ooze down the inside of her leg as Lois gently touched the hood of her clit. She glanced at Mike, where he continued to watch. His cock was a steel rod, the head purple and the skin taught. Lois’s nipples stood out from her chest, an angry red, and she was flushed from her shoulders up. The anticipation was delicious.

Lois paused her finger’s progression across Angie’s sex for only a moment. She had met no resistance as she slid her finger around Angie’s clit. Angie was wet, and her lips parted easily. Angie gasped as Lois took the last step and slid her finger up into her friend. Angie moaned as Lois began to explore the inside of her channel, occasionally brushing her g-spot, but in a teasing, probing way as if to say, I found you, but I am not going to play with you yet.

Mike’s breathing came in short gasps as he watched Lois finger Angie. Angie unconsciously spread her legs to allow Lois to penetrate her better. As Lois continued to move her finger in and out of Angie slowly, she reached up and captured one of Angie’s nipples between her fingers and pulled on it. Angie gasped and moaned with desire.

Angie could feel the release coming as Lois continued to manipulate her body. The more she tugged on Angie’s sensitive nipple, the closer she got. It would only take one touch in the right place to make her cum, but so far, Lois had avoided touching her in any one of those places.

“Make me cum, please,” Angie moaned as Lois’s finger again skirted around her spongy centre.

Lois pinched Angie’s nipple as she slipped a second finger inside. Angie’s moans increased as did her output, slicking up Lois’s fingers. This time, Lois slid both fingertips over Angie’s sensitive centre and pulled gently towards her, mashing the soft tissue against the bone. Angie howled like a banshee as she came, squirting cum everywhere. Lois’s finger felt like an electric probe touched her, and Mike quickly caught her before she fell to the floor. Lois pulled her fingers out of Angie’s pussy and licked them tentatively as Mike put her on the bed.

“That was fun,” Lois said as Angie came back to herself.

“I enjoyed it,” Angie agreed.

Angie pulled Lois down into a passionate kiss that lasted for several minutes. Both women squirmed and mashed their bodies against each other until they broke apart, gasping.

“I’ve always wanted to touch your tits,” Lois said shyly.

“I’ve always wanted to eat your clit,” Angie said more aggressively.

“I’ve heard you give great blowjobs,” Lois said. “Show me how you do it? Then you can eat me.”

The two ladies looked over at Mike, who smiled back at them.

“You expect me to say no?” he asked.

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