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A Collection of Short Stories
 
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You Deserve to Have It All
Posted:Feb 18, 2017 4:15 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2017 4:18 pm
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Would you like a man you can count on, one whos there for you? You're a beautiful sexy lady. You want to be touch but not handled with kit gloves. You want a mans hand on your ass. The strength in a mans arms to grab you, pull you close, and take you to a plain you never knew existed. Thats what you deserve. So what are you waiting for? I am not saying for you to come to me, even though I am that man I just described. But find somebody. And if you can't, come see me me. I'll make you feel more desired, wanted and needed then ever before. You're a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN and you deserve all the pleasure, bliss and passion you can get XXXOOO
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BIG BOOBS
Posted:Mar 2, 2017 10:34 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 2:2 am
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How big is to big? What you men like your lady to have these or would they just get in the way? How about you ladies, tell me what you think
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Some thoughts about relationships.
Posted:Feb 7, 2016 8:42 am
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2016 4:32 pm
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I am single now. But that hasn't deterred me from finding my match. A lady who is maybe a little bit of a freak like me lol. But loyal like me. Stepping out on your own without talking is cheating. To find that match is proving a little difficult. Seems when one reaches 30 and above we get set in our ways and even feel comfortable being single, in our own place, not having to answer to anybody. But is that really what we want. Not I. Even though compromise can be difficult at times, it really is a small price and even so it no price at all to pay for the one you love.

I would gladly change a lot of things {except career and principals} for the right lady. After all for one to be MaCushla, she would have to accept me for who I am and in turn I would accept her. If one can't do that then it's the wrong match. For what is a relationship? It's a partnership, Friendship, and its dedication, loyalty, respect and the list goes on and on. Yes that even includes disagreements, arguments, and even frustration with the other. The real secret is to never go to bed mad at eachother, always have makeup sex, and say "I'm Sorry" and fricken mean it. The past few years have been very educational to me. I just hope I can apply what I have learned to meet and keep a beautiful lady in my life. Oh and would |I relocate? In 18 months, yes...in heartbeat. I just have a contract I am obligated to complete. I can't leave who I am charged to protect in the lurch. That's disrespectful.


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Common Courtesy.
Posted:Jan 23, 2016 12:45 pm
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2021 7:07 pm
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So is this a long lost form of communication. I realize a lot woman must get so many emails that it must be next to impossible to answer them all. However what would be nice is just a little message back if you're not interested to just say so and in a polite manner. Yes we are all here for the same thing. Sex in one form or another. Even though it be a NSA, long term, or something serious we all want to meet somebody. However not to let the initial emailer know if you're not interested and to just ignore that person is rude. Yes it is kind of uncomfortable to say those words for some {not interested}. I know it is for me. I don't want to hurt anybody or have them feel bad but a simple message back is all that’s required. Not sending that message makes some feel not worthy. After all it is Common Courtesy.
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Almost 50 Something Pussy
Posted:Jan 14, 2016 9:57 pm
Last Updated:Dec 27, 2019 7:23 am
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I have had Almost 50 Something Pussy.

She came over to my cave and as she stood in the doorway all of her five foot two inches, One hundred and twenty eight pound body barely made a dent in the doorway. Her blonde hair flowing and that smile on her face only said one phase. This house of man sure could use a ladies touch. However she liked what she saw because it was I who was expressed in the texture of the surroundings. She came in and sat down on the couch and as I handed her a drink our fingers touched and spark ensued. I sat right beside her so nervous, so scared, I was terrified. I have only been with woman that was closer to my This past end of year was a real kick in the nuts. I met a lady who turned out to be one of the biggest liars and cons I have ever met. She was a total waste of time, energy and skin. I was coned, spent Christmas alone and fell into a bit of a depression. New Year’s Eve came and went. Back to work, back to my occupation of protecting the workers from death and pain. Trying to forget the time wasted and the dreams forgotten. Then I wrote and spoke and inked it on paper, typed it out and put it to the universe. She read what I wrote and it moved her. She heard what I said, she felt what I spoke and she took a chance, that one in million. We started to chat and exchange pictures. Ohhh was she a lady. So much in common, so little not, so we seemed like one but the resent past was not forgot. With every word that came out of her mouth all I could do was watch her lips move and wish, wish for that first kiss and that first time.
size. All of six foot four inches and two hundred and seventy five pounds and then some. Not only did I tower over her but was almost three times her size, yet she was not afraid nor was she nervous. She had the control of the evening and she knew just what she wanted to do. I was in trouble and in a very good way.

As the evening progressed, the drinks went down fast, the nervousness was gone and the tree started to grow. I had to have her, I wanted her so bad. I leaned in and she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her face. When we touched or lips flashed with passion. It was like our minds were one we both knew what was and what wanted. Not just a one night but a one life. Our arms around each other, lips together, tongue fighting in the arena and that was it. I stud up with one arm around her and she wrapped her legs around my body. She wanted to come where ever I was taking her. With the free arm I had I opened the door to my chamber. The bed was higher than average by two feet in height due to my size. I slipped my hand down, under her ass and placer her on top of it, our lips never leaving each other’s, and her ass fit perfectly in my one hand. She pulled away just slightly to move herself more into the center of my bed and that’s when I grabbed her by the front of her pants and pulled her back. In the same motion flipping her button open and the other hand unzipping her front. Now grabbing each side I was taking them off and that’s when I got my first look at her neatly shave kitten.

Her eyes almost rolled into the back of her mind as I placed my mouth on her pussy, penetrating deep inside of her with my tongue. She tasted so good, clean and fresh, like she just climbed out of a spring bath feed my mother nature’s purest water. I couldn’t control myself. I reach up and with two fingers on each hand began to lightly pinch and twist her pencil eraser hard nipples. She let out a cry of pure passion and her moisture filled my mouth. But I didn’t stop there. One hand slipping down, one finger projecting out I inserted it into the other hole and began to pay about. Licking and sucking, fingering and rubbing, she commented me to climb on top. Now this was going to be a test for if I put my full body weight on her she sure would have been hurt. I let go and slid up and in. I have never felt a pussy so tight and smooth in all of my 47 years. She was older, she had Almost 50 Something Pussy and yet she wasn’t with anybody for a very long time. I was her first in 4 years and she was now giving it up for me. I began slowly and not giving her all of it. I didn’t want to bring any pain into this for it's been awhile for her. She was moving her hips now in a slightly circular way. Our eyes looking deep into each other’s as I was peering down upon her so I put it all in and she gasped for air. Her nails dug deep and I felt a trickle of blood run down my back, yet there was no pain of the blissful daggers she wore on those tiny little fingers. I was deep and moving quicker now. The whole bed was shaking; the neighbors must have heard the walls being pounded against and breaking.

“I want to ride you: she says to me. So in an instant a hold her up and swing around putting my back on the bed without having my cock leaving her kitty. She sat right up and started to grind. It was all in, deep and going deeper. Then with one motion she did the spin on me like top. Facing my feet she was twerking my cock and I was watching her ass move with a flurry of movement. I had to, I needed to I wanted to so I did. I once again inserted my finger into her ass and held on. She grinned both my finger and rock hard manhood. I felt like I was about to cum and didn’t want this to end, so I grabbed her by the hips, bricked her up like doing a press, puller her off of my midsection and upwards to my head. I smashed her pussy onto my face hard and with both hands on her ass 69ed that moisture all over my mouth. I sucking her clit with so much passion I didn’t notice at first she was doing the same to me until I felt my cock going down her throat. She almost choked herself with it.

When she pulled off she said, “Shoot it down my throat, I want to taste your life” I was fucking her face, my finger back inside her ass and I was drinking every bit of her moisture and juice she gave me. I could feel in rising, I was close….so close and like a volcano lying dormant for a century I exploded into her mouth. She swallowed it all and was sucking deep and heard from more. The tingle and tickle made my legs shake and lose all control. I pull out from under her, holding her in place and mounting her from behind. My hands on the backs of hers, our finger locked, I thrust forward and it slides right in with some force. No not the kitten but the dirty dog, it goes deep. She lets out a loud moan and grips my hands hard. “Are you ok baby” I ask, “Do you want me to stop?”

She says “NO, Do me hard” she screams as she pushed back onto my cock. I start to pound and ram her deep. I start slipping my right arm under her chest, gripping her left shoulder as the other slides down in front of her, holding her cat and curling my middle finger so it is now inside and holding on. I start to not only move my hips pounding her hard but use m rams and upper body the pull her down onto my cock deeper as I am still on her from behind, trying not to put my full weight on the petite lady doing me like I have never been fucked before. I was going to cum again but this time in her ass and as I start to lose my juice I felt her. She was gushing like a waterfall that the gates were now open. The bed became quickly soaked as we both at the same time let out a deep cry of bliss and exhaustion. We just relocated the entire world in our minds and as we stared into each other eyes we smiled and knew we were waiting for each other.



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And Hear Your Heart
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The LIFE of CHIVALRY
Posted:Jan 3, 2016 12:37 am
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2016 10:54 pm
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It’s a hard thing to let a stranger into your life. They befriend you, there is an attraction, you start to date, it might starts to get serious, and that’s when it happened. It hits you in the face like a winter smack from an ice ball. The comfort zone has set in and being courteous and having any consideration are a non-factor now. Failure at its highest degree. Do you know why you see a couple in their 90s still holding hands? I’ll tell you. Because she still washes his cloths and makes his dinner after a day of him in the yard making her dream of a paradise always a work in motion and the reality in her eyes. He still holds the door for her as she walks in first, he holds her hand while they walk and always puts his body between the road and her, and never lets her carry any heavy lifting. He mans up and she takes care of him.

It’s called “Chivalry” and it’s a CODE of conduct. For those who think it’s only for men, I would say that you are sadly mistaken and confused. Do you really think she wants to wash his dirty stinking cloths? NO! She does it because she loves him and it’s a TEAM effort. Do you really think he wants to spend his days manually working out back on his days off or retirement? NO! He does it because he loves her. They talk to each other, never keep secrets, and never ever lie, cheat or steal from one another.

It would be so perfect if the so called modern day human could or even would make an effort to understand this basic concept of life and relationships. All the same the modern day creature comforts seem the get in the way. It seems the next new bright and shiny thing is always getting in the way. New phones, new TVs, new apps, and yes new websites to find that other to do to you what the one you're with has no clue what you want or need due to lack of any meaningful communication.

Years ago they didn’t toss anything away that was a little broken, they fixed it. A crack, a bruise, even missing parts. They fixed it. Not today or in the future. So many are always out looking for the next BBD {Bigger and Better Deal}. Yet it’s your eyes, stomach and hunger that are getting in the way of your life. If you don’t change it you will never feel full. You can call that “Emotional Obesity”. Your life is full but your heart feels empty, you hunger for the next. That’s’ the lie and that’s the trap, that’s the life you are wasting.

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The Dark Lonely Heart {Revised}
Posted:Dec 31, 2015 1:28 am
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2016 4:30 pm
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It's been suggested he's too picky. It's been suggested she's the one. He's been told she's too wrong for him. He's been told she's the only one. For she's tells him I'm the one, yet he still doesn't feel love from anyone. He wonders if there is ever going to be someone in which to love and depend on. To dream of, till he's done.

He awakes most days alone and sore, the pain from the yesterday and the night before. Once abusing the life he knew so well, only to find the solitude of a cold home, dark skies and a place like hell. A long life he lives, some days he wishes would end, trying so hard for the brave face and a smile but it's all just pretend.

Every day off to work at five watching over the others, making sure they stay alive so they can go home to their wives, sisters and brothers. The danger of it all the medic he is, he's got the skills of his craft, incase it all goes sideways and kills. Praying it will stay just as it is, doing the job with passion and never remiss. Only a few will understand the strife in his life, However one day maybe a wife.

Home time he goes in the deep dark rain, hobbling along the sidewalk always walking in pain. Thinking in thought the mind wonders and pleas, dreaming of a future and a life that was free. He thinks to himself “I wish I only had one, A Wife, A Queen, MaCushla”, a lone he wait for her to come.

He's made his mistakes not all were his fault, if only others could see the train of his thoughts. But they can't see into the eyes of a man, striving to complete God's big plan. Before he was touched, she ripped his heart out, then lit the match so it would be scorched not even trying to put it out. Trust is now the issue that plagues his life, like a festering tumor it needs to be cut out with a knife.

The dark lonely heart he lives all alone, the punishment he reigns on himself every night when he goes home. One day there will be someone he can love until then, he keeps asking for it from God and surviving with a grin.

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The Biker and the Babe.
Posted:Dec 28, 2015 9:11 pm
Last Updated:Dec 27, 2019 7:26 am
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As she waits for the sound of the roar of his bike, her anticipating grows deep. Just as deep as she hopes it feels. She sits on the couch watching the waiting; her mind starts to meditate about all those nights before. He would come from work in pain and tired, she would always say he works to hard. She would make him feel better just like all the other nights. For a woman of just over 5 feet, her hands are strong, strong enough to grip the monster and make it dance. Then she hears it. That sound she was waiting for. Roaring up the street, setting off car alarms as the vibrating rumble of only 107 cubic inch S&S could. She loves that bike, second gear always makes her wet.

As he comes through the door, his six foot four statue almost blocks out any light from behind him. He’s a big man in more ways than one, and that’s one reason why she loves him so. She walks up to him and helps take off his skins, they are old and wrinkled, so full of stories that is would take years just to tell them all. She remembers all them to. He towers over her all fourteen inches. She helps him to the bedroom. He knows what she has been waiting for. He more than happy to oblige her dreams, for he has the same one. She wearing a thin laced dress, so thin he could see that’s all she has on. Past the door he put his hand on her hip, picks her up and spins her in midair. Upside down now her lace dress fall open, a peach the kitty right in his face.

She places her hand on his knees to help hold herself steady, and then she feels it. His man mouth and tongue deep is her muff. She loves it like this. His arms wrapped around her ass, upside down, standing straight up. She starts to moan and squeal with delight. The sweet taste of her, fresh and clean, he doesn’t know what she uses, but it sure taste like candy. As he falls backwards onto the bed he doesn’t miss a beat, chewing on her kitty and making deep noises himself she knows the monster is coming out. As she is on top, she now has free hands, unzipping his fly she pulls his python out and places her mouth over it. It’s so big it almost doesn’t fit. Thick as a bat and eight inches long she sucks it in deep in her mouth. She knows it feels great to him because with every suck she feels him squeeze her tighter and sinks his mouth deeper and harder on her wet smooth pussy.

She lets his cock out of her mouth and climbs around the other way, his mouth smeared with her juice, she licks from his face. She pick up her hips and finds the monster pointing straight up, doesn’t even need her hands as she sit down, he thrust straight up. His huge cock is deep inside her, so deep, so full she screams with delight. As she rides him like her own private scooter, up and down as her lips pull on every inch of the massive cock. Grinding as she goes down with every little wiggle, her hands on his hairy chest, his on her breast. She picks up speed, up and down her eyes looking deep into his, she loves her man so much, her eyes almost lets go a tier with every thought of the love they share. With every downward thrust, the explosion is boiling and about to come out. She arches her back as her squeezes her tits a little harder, he pulls her down and puts one in his mouth. Sucking the nipple to a rock hard point, he goes for the other as her moves his right hand down. She’s all wet, so wet his middle finger slides right in her ass.

Two inside her now she fucks them both like a wild woman. Relentless slamming her ass and pussy down on them hard, she cries out every time her ass checks meet his hips. On one final hammer she moans with exhaustion. She soaked it all down, squirting and clitoral orgasm all in one go, however he’s not finished yet. As he flips her around, he mounts her from the rear, sliding in deep her pussy tingles with pleasure. But she wants harder, and in both. So into her ass he hammers her deep. Sweat dripping of his brow, his hand and fingers clinch hers. She screams even more with desire as she releases another load of pure wetness. He’s pounding her hard, the monster with in, now it’s his turn to grind and slam it deep inside. A third time she squirts, the human made lubricant saturating them both. He feels it come to the tip and ahhhhh the explosion. He release a load deep in her ass, she feels it all like a firehose from the pressure of the hydrant turned on. With one final trust, he growls out like man at war, the battle cry of a biker who is about to go to war.

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40 Something Pussy
Posted:Dec 22, 2015 11:34 pm
Last Updated:Apr 12, 2018 7:52 am
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Have you ever had 40 Something Pussy. A woman over 40 who takes good care of herself, trims it up nice and tight, works those muscles so she can milk a man on command. You know that type of lady. Out in public she is a picture of elegance. You see her and think" she must be very important, a Manager, CEO, or President of a corporation. She walks like the world is hers, and it is. She owns it just with a look.

Have you ever had 40 Something Pussy. When the day is done and she is relaxed at home the cat comes out to play. She is now yours, all of her. That corporate woman is gone. She changes into something a little more desirable. A little sultrier and a lot more revealing. She pours a glass of wine and sits on the couch beside you. As places her hand on your inner thigh so close to your cock you can feel her fingers starting to twitch.

Have you ever had 40 Something Pussy. After that glass of wine she gives you that look. Ya you know that look, the one that says "Fuck me like this is the last fuck you are ever going to get" Those piercing right through you, the corner of her mouth with the slit little upwards grin and two teeth biting her lip. You know you’re in trouble now, the kind you dream about and wake up wet and sticky. She’s going to take control. Just a little bit f that corporate lady boss is about to come out and command you to do whatever she wants.

Have you ever had 40 Something Pussy. The wine is gone, the show is over, click, and there goes the picture, sound and light from the TV. She’s an experienced woman, she’s powerful and when she wants it she wants it now. It’s just you and her, no distractions. You’re her slave for the night and what she wants she takes. You try to lay on a kiss but that isn’t going to happen. She pushes you down. Her strength is incredible. The force of a goddess. She starts by grabbing at your belt. Pulling it so the buckle releases and as she rips it from your pants you start to feel it grow. The button, zipper and then she places both hand on the sides. All her strength to pull them off as she gives a grown, the first of many. You're naked now, with the building standing straight up. As she climbs on her hands she is already touching herself. So wet and so smooth, when she sits it slides right in. OHHHHHH you feel it, all of it. The warmth, the wet the tightness and the control. You can feel yourself being milked. Up and down grinding as she reaches the bottom, You hope and pray she does that thing she does.

Have you ever had 40 Something Pussy. She slows down just a bit, looks at you and with one motion, she crosses both arms in front, grabs her top and pulls it over her head and off. The majestic of her firm breast. They still look and feel like they did when she was 20 Something. But no she won’t let you touch them, just not yet. Before you know it she spins around while still mounted. She starts to move in a circular motion while her back is facing you and straight up and posed. That’s it, that thing you do in a circle harder and deeper she starts to moan and groan. Bending at the hips, her legs twisted under hers and yours she reaches for your feet and bends over while still ridged on your pulsating cock. You see it so you start to play, lick your finger and insert it just far enough to get that special sound the one you know, the one you love to hear when you reached that spot. Her body is still except for her hips, they are moving up and down in such a way you see her lips pull on your cock like a perfect fit. The point of view is the best visual with your eyes glazed over. The roundness of her ass, starring you right in the face. You want dinner, you’re ready to sit at that table and eat for an hour. You say to her” back up baby, I need to eat. She turns her head around and smiles this devilish smile.

Have you ever had 40 something Pussy. She off now and backing up. Never a knee misplaced. She’s over your face now as she slowly nestles down gripping your head with her legs, she on grinding your face. You taste her now as you insert your tongue, so sweet as wine, the vintage of her juices are simply divine. 40 Something Pussy riding your face deep, all fresh and clean you grab at her ass, pulling it open and rejecting your finger. She’s holding your feet as her mouth wraps your cock, sucking it hard and blowing air all over the top, you pull at her lips with the slightest touch of your teeth. She hand job your manhood gripping it hard and soothing it down, her moth is back on as you feel her hips flinch. She is almost there as you ass and hips twitch. It an upwards motion you trust into her mouth, and a downwards pulsation she slams your face hard. You go deeper now the finger up to the last knuckle, you both are moving firm. Sliding around in each other’s mouths you feel it rise right to the top you’re exploding for her as she drinks al down. Not spilling a drop of her nectar of life while at the same time she just spewed and squirted a load as she squirts on your mouth. At the same time you two are deep into passion the sweet and the flow of moisture running from both bodies, you hang on tight as to not slide apart. Your Queen wanted and took what she got. You’re a lucky man for a 40 Something Goddess has given you a night of dreams


Dedicated to all you women over 40. Your power and strength is what makes a man a King.
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20 Something Pussy
Posted:Dec 21, 2015 10:39 pm
Last Updated:Jan 9, 2016 12:42 am
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20 Something Pussy. I am too old. How I wish I was young again. All this young, sexy pussy gracing my screen and holy fuck me dry and call me Dusty. These girls are young enough to be my , yet they show it all and it is so hard not to get hard and excited. I do have to remember that up here in Canada they are legally adults. But would I fuck one.....you bet I would. I would show her that we older men know exactly what they are yet to realize. That us veterans of the sexual saga can please and pleasure them with more knowledge testicular fortitude then those so called broods in their prime. Those little boys in the 20 something age group may think they have the market on stamina and fortitude, on the other hand they need to face facts. The older generation has a lot more experience.

20 Something Pussy, So sweet and fresh. I know what you’re thinking….dirty old man, I say BullShit. Male or female, anybody in our age group would never pass up an opportunity to beast a babe of that age. For those who say “NO” …again I call BullShit. You ladies of the 40 plus genera, if a young man say 23, buff and ho to go wanted to bend you over and do you deep I bet you would have the rags off faster than you have ever before. I know the men would.

20 Something Pussy. Oh the mere thought of going down on one shaved and fresh makes my dick so hard I could jackhammer concrete to sand. Eating one for so long, I would need a union break just to eat the lunch I brought for strength. That’s right, I need a sandwich and I would have to make it myself. She wouldn’t be able to, hell I bliss her into a state of crippled legs and a tingling spine.

20 Something Pussy. Tight and hasn’t yet seen the all that dick out there. Fresh soft skin, long legs, breast so firm the pencil eraser nipples could carve steel. Ok boys, could you just imagine one on top, riding and grinding your hard cock so deep inside her she can taste the tip. You reach up to grab those perky peaches and she leans in so as for you to get a better grip. Dancing on your dick now, you feel her moisture dripping down her ass and pooling under yours. She is about to lose all control. You feel her clench down and grip your dick with that tight unaccustomed pussy. You can see it in her face, this is totally something new. You reach behind her and insert your finger into her ass. That did it, for the first time ever she has felt the total squirt and you and your bed are soaked right to the floor.

20 Something Pussy, could we ask for anything more.


{I have to add this disclaimer on this particular blog- "It's just a story. Please Ladies, don't take it personally. I have found a passion for writing short stories and this one is just one of many in the universe of my mind. I will do another about more elegant ladies. Promise. Shit I hate it when women are mad at me. That by far was not my intention.}
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IS ROMANCE DEAD?
Posted:Dec 20, 2015 1:47 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 2:2 am
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Is Romance dead? Is it just a big fuck fest now? I have some women that really don’t give a shit about romance. Rip the clothes off, break out the lube and slam it in. The mere suggestion of a romantic night and they tuck tail and run. Or don’t bother to show up at all. The reason why I am here is because of the last one I was dating. She was a bi-sexual who loved coke to. Loved it all so much she wanted to bring in another woman for us to have a “plaything thing for the night”. Her words not mine. So we signed up and tried to locate this mystic unicorn without much success. After a while I suggested a nice romantic dinner for her and I. Just us, drinks, dinner, candles, music and even get dressed up. The plan was she had to head south to pick up some boots. Ok so she’s going to the States. Leaving at 9am, back by 2pm, pick me up at work, hit the store, head back to my place and after a quick shower I would cook dinner for us in candle light and our romantic evening would begin.

Well that was the plan. Sure didn’t work out that way. At 3:30 I am off, and she is nowhere to be seen. Calling and calling yet the phone goes right to voice mail. This goes on for 3 or more hours. The phone goes right to voice mail with every attempt. It’s getting late, dark and I at the point of having a jammer in my chest from worry and panic. The hospitals, cops, fire department, all have no answers. No accidents here in Canada and none of her friends have any idea where she is. . Over 3 hours of waiting, her not answering the phone due to it being shut of too prevent roaming charges and me not knowing what the hell is going on, I figured she was in an accident down south. One more attempt to call and she answers.

“What the hell, where were you” I ask, “I have been freckling out thinking you were in an accident”. As a long silence greets my ear I can tell she is wondering why I am so panicked. “Why? What’s wrong?” she asks. I can’t believe what I just heard. She thinks nothing is wrong and everything is fine. I am at a loss for words now, except for a few. Didn’t you remember our plans for tonight? The answer I got floored me. ”NO” is what I heard. I could tell now she was not really into it. So now what? After 6 weeks she tells me this.

So I ask again. Is romance dead and is it just a big fuck fest. Are there any women who like romance anymore? Some of us guys do. Myself, I love sending flowers on a Tuesday. Surprise picnics use to be big. Have times really changed that much? Or am I just maybe a little old fashioned. Don’t get me wrong, I love sex and lots of it and as much as I can possibly get. However I still fantasies about a perfect romantic night with all the deep emotions and bliss that goes with it. I mean just straight banging all night, 4-5-6 -7 times till you’re exhausted, dehydrated and gasping for air. The sheets are soaked and on the floor and now you’re wondering if the all the neighbors heard you or just the ones next door. Ya there really isn’t anything much better except once in a while, a nice romantic night where you actually ‘Make Love’

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Posted:Dec 19, 2015 7:44 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 2:2 am
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I'm not the table you can come and lay your cup down on, now
I'm not the shoulder for a bag. The one that carried a heavy load
I'm not the road that you take when you looking for a short cut, uh
I ain't the stepping stone to be stepping on
I ain't nobodies crutch
I ain't the money man, with your money, man
You ain't looking at me
I'm not the cheap one, looking at me
You ain't looking at free
I ain't the dish rag to come clean up all the shit that you dish out
Ain't got no check for em'
If you checking in, mothafucka, check this out

Ain't much I can do but I do what I can
But I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend
And just because you got yourself in some shit
It doesn't mean I have to come deal with it
You handle your own when you become a man
And become a man when you handle your own
Ain't much I can do, but I do what I can
But what can I do if I do till it's gone? Oh oh
Till it's gone. Oh oh [x3]
What can I do if I do till it's gone?

I'm not the the trash can. Not the last man at the finish line, now
I'm not the new on the block that you can just follow and push around
I'm not the fucking needle in the hay stack that you finally found
This ain't no free rent. Come and pitch a tent
You ain't tying me down
I'm not a bus ride you can hop inside and just roll away clean
Like the wheel on the wagon you wanna break
Cause I hold up the weight for the team
I'm not the gold watch and the new truck that your scheming to check out
Unless your looking to check out (powpowpow)
What a mess, now (come on)

Ain't much I can do but I do what I can
But I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend
And just because you got yourself in some shit
It doesn't mean I have to come deal with it
You handle your own when you become a man
And become a man when you handle your own
Ain't much I can do, but I do what I can
But what can I do if I do till it's gone? Oh oh
Till it's gone. Oh oh [x3]
What can I do if I do till it's gone?

I jump to the sky for my people
I walk through the fire. I give love when it's equal
Don't tell me not to complain about my money and fame
When you come around me telling me I've changed
Damn, right I've fucking changed
When there's fucking change in my pocket hit the bucket
It was a rocking all a sudden
I went from shopping without nothing
To going shopping for my cousins
Now that the cops know that I'm buzzing,
They wanna drop me in the oven
Pull me over just to say "I'm a fan"
Hip hop; gotta love it, but fuck it

Ain't much I can do but I do what I can
But I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend
And just because you got yourself in some shit
It doesn't mean I have to come deal with it
You handle your own when you become a man
And become a man when you handle your own
Ain't much I can do, but I do what I can
But what can I do if I do till it's gone? Oh oh
Till it's gone. Oh oh [x3]
What can I do if I do till it's gone?
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The Perfect Night
Posted:Dec 18, 2015 5:59 pm
Last Updated:Dec 31, 2015 8:39 am
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I love British Columbia. What other place where you co go golfing and skiing in the same day. The mountains, the beaches, the parks and the pussy. Ohhh you women here in BC sure get my MOJO running. I have seen some very beautiful women here. You can see them walking down the street from a block away. Butts swinging back and forth. Hips that never quit. Breast so firm and full all you can think about is the motorboat. . You can dreaming about them on top, riding and grinding your manhood deep inside her while she is almost giving herself black eyes from her tits almost bouncing into her face. I get a chubby every time the images enter my mind

I must meet another one real soon. To find that one that wants to stay and thrive with you. One with a mind, body and soul who is level headed and want you….only you. I can picture it now. Coming home from work and she is waiting at the door. I’m so sore from long hard day and she is standing there with a perfectly poured Rum and Coke for me. She is wearing a tight red and black see-through laced teddy with the top just open enough to let them overflow and tease just a bit. As I walk into my house I see the fire already roaring, candles burning, and the music playing. I think to myself “She has got a night planed for us” and the biggest smile comes to my face. She kisses me so softly; I taste the berry wine she has been sipping.
She walks me upstairs to an already drawn bath and with my drink in my hand she starts to undress me. “Now don’t be too long in here My King”, she says “dinner is almost ready”. After washing and changing into the clothes she has picked out I come down stair to a table set, but there are three place settings. “Baby, who is the other plate for?” I ask. Just then her twin sister appears from around the corner smiling and wearing the exact same teddy but with the colors reversed. I feel myself getting so hard. As we sit down for dinner, me at the head and the two of them on each side I noticed in the other part of the living room that a king-sized, 18 inch thick air bed has been blown up and a few jugs of Mazola oil sitting beside it. My cock gets even harder. As we finish dinner I feel one hand from both, each on my leg rubbing up closer and closer to my raging snake. They get up and take me by the hand, leading me to the living room. The y let go and both climb onto the airbed. Take your clothes off they both say in unison.

I can’t believe this is going to happen. I have always thought about her sister and my lady together with me in the middle. I have dreamed of it. Dreamed so hard that I’ve woke up with wet boxers. And now it’s going to happen. I am going to nail them both. Thank god it’s a long weekend. I am going to need an extra day to recover. They start to open the jugs of oil and take each other’s teddy off with their hands and teeth. Their perfectly tanned bodies, and those breast to full and firm I rip of my clothes like they wear on fire. They start dumping the oil each other and rubbing all over each other’s body. They both point at me and motion for me to climb on the bed. Just then


[BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. “SLAM” WHAT THE FUCK…FUCKING ALARM CLOCK…OHHH NOOO. It’s Monday morning and I have to go to work? Fuuuuuuuckkk
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