Life can be like peeing in the wind. The honest truth about my life. I will lay it all out there for you to read....or not. Family, Hobbies, sports, camping, adoption, divorce, sex, love, children, teenagers, mental illnesses, beer, fishing, kickboxing, adventures, fantasies, TV shows and much more
What are the odds that she beats Mariah as the woman of my dreams?
Should I mess with her and send her an email?
You make the call.
Greeting my dear,
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Please make sure to read parts one, two and three before you get sucked into this
My teenage boy brain insisted that she was the one.She had never had sex, never drank, never done drugs, never snuck out of her house, never ditched school….and I was the one to show her how it is all done.
Our relationship was good…while it lasted.I taught her that blow jobs on demand were “what people in love do.” I taught her that slinking up to the college guy outside of the liquor store and putting on a cute smile so he’d buy us beer was the greatest gift a girl could give her man.I taught HER that sneaking out of her house late at night, and walking the ¾ miles to my house, to have sex with me in the woods was best, cuz I would have more energy for her.I taught her that …well…I won’t get into the real heavy stuff.I think you all get my drift.
Anyway, I can honestly (and now shamefully) say that I thoroughly corrupted her.Only a few months into our relationship she; smoked cigarettes, drank on a regular basis, smoked pot here and there, coned beer out of unsuspecting college students, ditched school, snuck out of her house at night and put my sexual gratification above anything else.
It was not long after my step father walked in on …her kneeling before me in my mother’s home office, that I broke up with her.Honestly, I think I did it because I was starting to get more attention from a lot of other girls (she had a tendency to discus our sex life with all of the other girls at school).To top everything off…as payback for me breaking up with her, she asked my younger brother out (and he said yes) and proceeded to have sex with him for about 2 weeks before that faded away.
Now…if you have read all of the parts of this series, you’ll understand that I had finally learned a thing or two.
I moved to NYC shortly afterwards and proceeded to spend the next 5 years just being a single (dog) guy in his mid to late teens.I had no serious relationships…but did have a lot of fun.I guess that is why they say that you have to ‘live a little’ before you settle down.
Make sure to read Parts One and Two before you read this one
Summer between 9th and 10th grade, I returned home and was going to go back to public school. I lived in a very small town where everyone knew everyone…until a new family moved into our development. The neighborhood guys and I decided that it would be a good Idea for up to stickball games, bikes and skateboards to the street in front of their house…you know, we had to check them out.
As it turned out, the family was a mother, and a girl about our age and a younger son. No more than an hour into our street shenanigans, we saw the screen door on the front of the house open and the mom saying something to the girl as she pushed her out the door towards us. (old school social enabling)
The girl stopped in her front yard, sat down and just watched us. Most of us began showing off and trying outlandish jumps and tricks on our bikes. After she watched us acting like fools for a while, two of my friends and I walked up to her and introduced ourselves. We found out that she was our age and would be starting in our school in September. They had moved here from another state after her parents got divorced.
The girl was a bit homely and did not really have anything special about her looks. Just kind of plain. After inviting her to hang with us, we began just treating her like one of the guys. Not to mention that she was pretty good on a skateboard.
As the summer wore on and we all hung out together, I made it a point to look out for her…I knew better than to burn ‘girl’ bridges. It was not long before I felt as though she kind of liked me. I was unsure about how I felt about that. I mean, it is nice to be liked but I did not know if she were my type. (as a girlfriend) She was not ‘sexy’, hung out with the guys, had previously confided that she’d never even kissed a boy and was all around kind of a goody two shoes. I on the other hand had started drinking, smoked cigarettes here and there, dabbled in smoking pot, went out at night to cause trouble with the boys and expected sex from a girlfriend.
…beginning of dilemma.
I did not know at that time how much she really knew about me or if she’d like what she saw …but a part of me liked the idea of ‘molding’ her to my liking. I could teach her the rope and then she’d be perfect for me.
My friends did not understand what I was doing when I asked her out, but soon after…they did. (I hate to say this now, but she was like a puppy going through training.)
On our 15 block walk back home, we exchanged a few “I am the man” nods…but did not say much to one another.Once we got home, our father wanted to know the scoop.We filled him in to the best of our ability and then went into our room.Antsy and pacing around the room, I did not know how long I could put off calling her.I need to know if we were going to see each other again.I needed to know if she really liked me.I needed to know if there was a chance of a long distance relationship.I was dying.After about an hour and a half…I was defeated.I caved and called the number that she wrote on my hand.
After a few short rings, the sound of her sweet voice filled my ear.I struggled for words.A few seconds later I was comfortable speaking again.She had a weird way of calming me.I adored that in her.
We saw each other a few more times before I headed back home to New Hampshire.During these visits we kissed twice, we sat in her room for hours talking and listening to music, we agreed to be boyfriend and girlfriend and we agreed to call and write to each other frequently.
Once home, I bragged to all of my friends (all that would listen) about how "I picked up the hottest girl in New York and now she is my girlfriend."I don’t think many of them believed me…until the day that I got my first letter from her.It was the sweetest love letter I had ever gotten and it had a Polaroid picture of her in front of Tower Records.My friends, after seeing her picture, both believed and, from then on, looked up to me.
After a few weeks, it was time for me to go upstate to my boarding school.I did not like that idea of being that much further away from ‘my love’ but I had no choice.The adjustment to living at school was tough, but was made much easier with the picture of Vanessa on my desk and the letters I received EVERY day from her.I literally got about 40 letters from her in the first 2 months of school.
After a few more months, and as the letters slowed in frequency, I received the letter that I hoped would never come.The Break Up Letter.I was crushed.I know that I had only known her for a handful of months and that I’d only actually seen her in person 5 or 6 times and she lived 10 hours away…but still.I moped around for a week or so hoping that I’d get another letter…which never came.
The next two years I spent flirting and having flings with all of the teachers’ (age appropriate) children and a few girls from neighboring towns.I suppose it was the experimental phase…where I needed to know where I stood as far as picking up girls and handling short term relationships.It was quite fun while it lasted (barring the time I got caught with the headmaster’s daughter in the bathroom of the church.) but I knew that when I got back home, I was ready for something more.
Forget all of that …”Spring is in the air” bullshit. From what I’ve been reading lately…”Sex is in the air!” And I feel like I am choking.
I’ve written about sex toys…several times. I fill you in on some of our….’activities’ and have also been the recipient of some ‘product’ from EdenFantasys to review. That review is coming soon.
It seems that everywhere I look…there is another sex toy giveaway. The newest…and most appealing one to me is by the HOT MAMA - Petra at http://thewiseyoungmommy.blogspot.com/, where she is giving away a remote controlled clitoral stimulator.
I love toys and think that they ‘are here on earth for a purpose’….but, I also think that the blogosphere is being inundated with sex toy giveaways. Personally, I’d like to see more people getting the product, using it, and posting about the experience….but that is just me.
We hung out there for a little bit…then we started talking to some of the people playing darts. It was obvious to us that they had seen how we were groping one another by the way they were inconspicuously watching every one of our hand movements. We …kind of liked that. We continued our playfulness…not trying to hide any of it. It seemed to be turning the other couple on a bit and …we liked having that effect on them. The few times that I ‘buzzed’ her while talking with the other couple. I saw Mariah move her hand to her nether region while letting out a slight moan. I knew that the other woman had put two and two together and offered up a slight smile and approving nod to Mariah.
After another drink, Mariah and I moved back over to the bar area and squeezed onto two empty bar stools. This gave me the ‘access’ that I had been wanting. She sat facing me…with her legs slightly spread. I watched as they opened and closed every time I hit my little secret button. We sat, making small talk while I worked one of my hands up her thigh…to her incredibly wet panties. Her thighs clenched around my hand…keeping it in place. Rubbing her in small circles, I felt her rocking back and forth on her stool…pushing herself into my roaming fingers. My hand felt as if I’d been soaking it in hot, sweet massage oil. I slowly pulled my hand back, careful to keep all of her sweetness on my fingers. I began raising my hand, to my mouth when she quickly grabbed me by the wrist and pulled my soaking fingers to her lips. Not caring who was watching, she began licking and sucking on each of my wet fingers. I was rock hard. I raised my glass, indicated a toast and downed the rest of my beer…she followed in suit. I jumped up from my stool, realizing that both my pants had an obvious bulge in them and she had left an unmistakable wet spot on the stool that she had just jumped off. I led her by the hand to the front door of the bar. Once outside, I pulled her around the corner into the alley. It only took a second for my trained eyes to find a slightly dark spot for us to slide into. ‘Our spot’ was not completely out of sight…but enough for us. Being seen…was a bit exciting.
I give My Love the sexy new panties, with a remote controlled vibrator built-in, that I just found at our local ‘adult store.’ I tell her that we are going to go out for a drink. As we walk up to the door of our favorite English Pub, I turn to her and tell her that I want to see her squirm. She gives me a sweet smile, accompanied by a look that you would get from a puppy dog who saw the big piece of steak that you were holding behind your back.
We walk in and I tell her that I am going to run into the bathroom and that she should order us a few beers. As I come out of the bathroom, I see that she has wiggled her way up to the busy bar…and she was trying to get the attention of the bartender.
Wedged between a cluster of people, all trying to refill their drinks, I thought that it would be a good time to test the range of our new toy. With the press of a button, from inside my pocket, I instantly saw her jump a bit and then look around…expecting me to be right behind her. I was still about 25 feet away and blocked by a group of people playing darts.
I moved a bit closer and, leaning up against a post, gave her another quick little buzzzzz. She quickly turned her head, not seeing me…but smiling intently anyway. As the bartender approached her and I saw her begin to order…I hit her again…this time…I made it last a few seconds. I could see that while I was pressing that little special button in my pocket, it was as if I pressed the ‘pause’ button. She froze for a few seconds…mouth gaping…and eyes twinkling.
I approached her from behind and put my hand on the small of her back while pressing the button again….on…then off, on…the off… She turned to me and asked me how in the hell was she going to be able to order our drinks if I kept doing that. I smiled and just told her how hot she looked while getting a love jolt while trying to order drinks.
We stood there, in the middle of a big group of bar patrons…waiting to get our beers. I asked her how her new little ‘treat’ was. She smiled and responded with, “I hope to hell this thing is water proof.” I moved in close to her and gently slid my hand between her thighs…slowly moving up her skirt. Pressing the button again, I felt the vibration through her hot, wet panties.
Keeping the button pressed, I wet my fingers with her sweet, hot juice. After bringing my fingers up to my mouth and licking them clean, I smiled and winked at her and then grabbed her face and kissed her. I could tell that she could taste herself…the way that her tongue wiped mine clean. She looked me in the eyes and said, “I think I’m kind of liking this.”
We grabbed our drinks and made our way through the crowded room and found a little spot near the dart boards where we could put our drinks down and continue people watching, watching dart games and …our little sexual exchange. Off and on, I had been pressing the button…watching her miss a step and stutter a bit. I slid my hand under her skirt once more…this time I felt her juices literally dripping down her upper thighs. I looked down at the floor…expecting to see a small pool of ‘love’…then I caressed every part of her body with my eyes, until we made eye contact. She just nodded and said, “Oh yeah.”
Her hands then started wandering…brushing over the front of my pants…finding me completely hard…she gave me a gentle squeeze. I gave her a little buzz…in return I got a slight stroke. I liked this give and take. We kissed again. Grinding on her…I could feel the vibrating in my groin…oh…this is good.
The domesticated, mature, sensible, man that I am….I do make runs to the grocery store. I like to go with Insane Mama. We work well as a team. One with the cart, one with the coupons…and both people watching.
Walking into the store, we have our mission and the plan of attack is simple. It seems though that after poking, prodding and squeezing everything in the first aisle (produce of course) we tend to get a bit bored. Not that grocery shopping for a gaggle of children is supposed to be fun…but yes…we get bored.
That is when we usually split up…not saying anything to each other…but both of us know what is coming. Insane Mama heads for the woman’s “personal feminine products” and I do a bee line for the beloved selection of condoms, lubes and such. After loading our cart with a nice assortment of “unmentionables” we head back to begin rummaging through the second aisle.
Why did we collect such an assortment of ‘goodies’ you ask? I’ll explain why this has become one of our favorite shopping pastimes.
You see…about 2 years ago…while at the grocery store. We were strolling along when this couple walked by…they were obviously in a bit of a tiff. Both glaring at one another and exchanging nasty comments. I thought it would be funny to, ‘stealthly’ drop a tube of “Tingly K-Y Jelly” into their basket when they were not looking. We followed them around the store until IT happened. The woman saw the K-Y and freaked on him. She was mortified…and the guy seemed to not know how to hold back a smile…while denying putting it into the cart.
We got a kick out of it and it has become a …shopping tradition.
Tampons for gay men, condoms for gay women, sex lube for snooty women and couples, lube for college kids, personal 'massagers' for prude looking women, extra large condoms for couples…and 65+ men, etc.
It tends to be the funniest if they don’t realize that the products are there until that are loading everything onto the register belt thingy. The looks on their faces are priceless. They always look at the cashier and the people right behind them to see who saw.
Anyway, I am SURE that the security personnel (the people watching the camera monitors) talk about us in their national corporate meetings.
So…just to tell you all up front, this post is solely out of …nothing else to write…and I think that it is kind of an interesting topic.
Now I will not, formally, say that it has been a topic of discussion or that we’ve done it…or that we’ve even fantasized about it, but I will say that my topic today is something that I think a lot of people talk about, think about and now…there is even a really good TV show (kind of) about it.
This post is going to be about threesomes. Can you safely have them? Will they destroy a relationship? Do one or both partners in the relationship always get jealous? These are my questions.
I will not speak of my past…young TentCamper was a bit of a player and …well…we’ll just keep it at that and go from where my head is and has been recently.
The thought of having a threesome is kind of hot. (Not admitting to waking up…hard as a pillar at Stonehenge at the though) I’d like to think that having threesomes would be a great way to add spice or something different to the mix in the bedroom, but then…what if it ruins a perfectly good relationship? I love Insane Mama and would not want to do anything to ruin that. Now I know that she finds certain women hot…not saying that she follows them around or tries to bed them down…but …we talk. That makes me think that this option is one that could be open to us.
The thought of her fooling around with another hottie in our bed…then both of them turning their attention to me (hold on…typing with one hand is getting ‘hard.’) Anyway…I know that it would not be far fetched for us to give it a shot…but do we even want to go there? What if she wanted me and another guy?
I will speak about me here. 1. I feel that I would have some serious ‘issues’ with another naked man in my bed (see I Am Homophobic) 2. I feel that I would get jealous of another man with her 3. Seeing her with another woman would be…how do you guys say it? HHHHAAAAWWWWTTT (or something like that) 4. Having two women using and abusing me would be nothing that I’d complain about. BUT 5. I would not want to do anything to make IM jealous or feel hurt. 6. I do want to try new things and have fun…but don’t know if rocking the boat would be a good idea. We’ve sat and watched Swingers and commented talked about how fun it could be…what a great, open relationship the main swinging couple has and so on. We’ve bee out at bars and, while sitting at the bar or a table…pointed out hot girls and guys to one another.
We do have a very good relationship and , I think, can talk about anything with each other. We have a great sex life (ups and downs…but mostly ups.) We have fun together and enjoy all of the time that we spend together.
“If it ain’t broke…don’t fix it” comes to mind…but so does “Life is not worth living, unless you LIVE it.”
In the absence of coming up with something interesting and pertinent to write about today, I thought that I’d come clean on a very sensitive relationship issue. I know that this may cause some waves here at home, but…you know me….I Pee In The Wind.
Well, without beating around the bush…I’ll just come right out and say it.
I am having two love affairs! There …I said it. I don’t want you all to think that I am a bad person…or a foolish man for saying this where I know that Insane Mama will read all about it. I think that she already has some suspicions. I know that she sees me staring and smiling at them. She hears the discrete words of affection that drift from my mouth. And I’m sure that she does not miss the fireworks that go off within my eyes when I see them.
I don’t really try to hide these yearnings and strong emotions…and Insane Mama has hinted that she may be willing to share me with these two other loves. Now one of them has been my mistress for more than ten years and since that has been going so well, I picked up my newest love just a few years ago. Combined, their mix of beauty, sex appeal, no strings relationships…the fact that they will go anywhere with me and that…tingly feeling that I get inside when with them…is something that I don’t want to let go of.
When you read this Insane Mama…please know that YOU come first…always…But I do think that a foursome (all of us together) would be a great way for us to explore new things together.
That being said….I’d like you all to meet my mistresses.
The smooth refreshing wave of chilly goodness that flows from a bottle of Boston’s Samuel Adams Boston Lager mixed with the sexy wiggle of my collection of hula bobble dancers…makes me smile…every time I see them.
This friend of mine joined the Peace Corps a few years ago. He was a young guy and wanted to do something special…something for others. He was soon sent off to some desert area near Egypt for his first mission (or whatever they call it) to help build school houses and teach children in need. What a great guy. Smart, loving, dedicated, honest and giving.
Anyway, when he returned we got together for a few beers and to talk about his “journey.” After he had downed more than a pitcher, he began telling me a story that I don’t think he ever intended on telling anyone…but I just sat there nodding my head…and listening.
The story goes as follows:
“So once I got to the desert Corps camp, I was shown into the camp manager’s office. He had me sit down and proceeded to go over all of the rules, timelines, jobs, personnel, etc. When he was done he showed me to my bunk house. I got my stuff situated and joined up with the rest of the workers and started on my journey to help those in need. After a few weeks, I noticed (out of nothing more than my manly urges) that there were no women at the camp. I brought it up to one of my co-workers who said that due to the local customs, women were not allowed to work here and that I should go talk about it with the camp manager. I was a bit embarrassed so I did nothing about it at the time. After a few more weeks, the urges were getting pretty bad and the sleeping quarters and showers were not conducive for pleasuring my self. I decided to bite the bullet and go talk to the camp manager about it.
I went into the office and told the camp manager that I’d been there for more than 6 weeks and was wondering if there were any women that were around…I was getting pretty frustrated and kind of wanted some release. The manager looked at me and said, “Well…around the back of the office…there is a camel…” I cut him off there and said, “Thanks but I’ll be ok.” And I bolted from the office.
It was about a month later when I went back to the office, basically clutching my groin…as if I were going to explode. I told the manager, again, about my situation and he once again said, “OK, there is a camel in the barn behind this building and that is what most of the guys here use…” I cut him off again and ran from the office…thinking about how nasty that would be…especially after all off these other guys…fuck that!
Now I had been there for 3 and a half months…I ran into the manager’s office, with duress on my face. I sternly asked about that camel. He pointed out the back window to the barn. I ran out the door and around to the barn. After grabbing a stool from the side of the barn and placing it behind the tied up camel, I jumped up on the stool, ripped my pants down, lifted the camel’s tail and ….OH MY GOD! I have to say that it did not take me long at all. It did not even really click that it was a camel until after…and at that point…I didn’t care.
I ran back into the manager’s office, with a huge grin on my face and said, “That was great!...Can I do that whenever I want?” The manager looked at me with the strangest eyes that I’d ever seen and said, “what the hell are you talking about? What happened?” I told him that I grabbed a stool from the side of the barn and placed it behind the tied up camel, I jumped up on the stool, ripped my pants down, lifted the camel’s tail and …you know. The manager, let his head fall into his hands and then, after a few seconds, looked up at me with a shitty grin and said to me, “Holy shit boy! Most of the guys get the camel and ride it into the town about 20 miles east of here!”
That was my last day at that camp…I insisted on being transferred to a completely different region where I finished out my 6 months...from that point on…I decided to wait til I got back to the states to get laid.”
I have to say that I really hope that this story was not true…I never brought it up with him again, but these days I’m thinking that he’s not as smart as I used to think he was.
Last night I had a horrendous nightmare…well, I guess it was kind of funny too.
So, Insane Mama and I are going camping up in the Sequoias next week. We are going for 5 nights and it will just be the two of us. Now I have never been there and Insane Mama has been telling me about the bears and that EVERYTHING needs to go into the bear boxes. That the bears will go after pretty much anything; sun block, lotion, food…and the list goes on.
Anyway, my dream last night was one that had me waking up in a cold sweat and clutching my …privates.
So since we are going alone on this little getaway, I know that there will be a bit of beer, a glass or two of wine and...I imagine…a whole lot of sex. We have planned it out where we will be bringing our BIG tent and a queen sized air mattress (we usually camp without the Aero bed, but we plan on doing some bouncing!) We have also decided to bring along our “travel bag”…you know….the one that holds our “adult” gear.
Oh yeah…back to my dream. So, without getting into too much detail. I was wondering if bears would be attracted to “SEX.” The juices, the odor, the taste… (I know for a fact that dogs are…is there a big difference?)
My dream brought me to a horrific place...I woke up in the morning, after a long night of counting money, to find a huge black bear gnawing on my penis and with his claws holding me down by my balls. From deep within my mind I heard this big black monstrosity lean towards me and say, “Just lay there bitch…I’m not done.” Like something out of a bad prison movie.
Then after Butch, the Black Bear was done violating me, I crawled, clutching my genitals (or what was left of them) out of the huge hole in the tent to see a little baby bear cub prancing out of the campground with Insane Mama’s favorite vibrator dangling from its mouth.
PLEASE…IF YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT BEARS BEING ATTRACTED TO THE SCENT OF SEX…PLEASE LET ME KNOW.
It is not the buzz of the alarm clock that wakes her, with a smile...
A few nights a week, Insane Mama crawls into bed an hour or so before I do. That is when I sit there half watching TV and half watching her sleep. Per the norm…I let my imagination take control of me. I notice my PJ’s starting to rise.
Getting up from my comfy chair…I wander over to the closet and pull out “the bag.” Rummaging through the large assortment of sex toys, lubes, videos, fantasy stories, dildos, “personal massagers” and vibrators…I find what I was looking for….The Rabbit.
I quickly flip it on to check the batteries…testing the vibe on myself for a second. Then I proceed to the edge of the bed. As I crawl in, under the covers, and snuggle up with her, I gently pull her onto her back. Careful not to wake her…I position the Rabbit’s vibrating nub directly on her “hooded warrior,” I turn it on…creating a soft buzzing which emits from underneath the covers. Slowly gyrating the Rabbit in small circles, I begin to see Insane Mama…moving with it…in her slumber.
It is not long before gasps and moans begin dripping from her mouth, as she begins to wake. A small smile appears on her face as she realizes what is going on. She grabs my hand…pushing it harder onto her…thrusting against it. I use my free hand to slowly play with myself. I then feel her hand join mine, rubbing harder and faster.
Rolling her onto her side, facing away from me, I lift one of her knees, reach around to keep the vibrator in position while positioning myself between her legs, from the back. We start rocking and gyrating together…
Have you ever known someone who truly has super-human or god-like abilities? As a non-denominational/agnostic person…I am now becoming a believer of powers beyond this Earth we live on. I have been in horrid moods – that soon became exhilarated. I’ve looked out the window to a gloomy, overcast day - which suddenly turned sunny (with birds chirping and all.) I’ve been witness to kids irritating the crap out of me – whom suddenly turned into little angels that I called over to cuddle. I’ve been served “day before the grocery store / throw it together” meals – that taste like gourmet dining at its best. …And so on….
I finally, through years of thorough detective work, have figured out what this power is.
No matter what is going on, where I am, who I’m with or how I feel….Life seems 100 times brighter and happier after she unleashes her pelvic powers upon me.
So, until I become a regular member of a traditional place of worship….I will bow down before Insane Mama’s nethers in thanks for making my life a more pleasant place. I am surprised that there are not houses of worship ‘erected’ in her honor.
Now, I don’t want to be seen, in Blogville, as the nasty guy who does nothing but sprinkle pee and sex all over everyone…but…I am going to continue to use my blog as an outlet for my past and my daily life. Don’t get me wrong. I plan on posting about ALL of my life…I’m just saying that some of it will be a bit adult in nature.
I do not intend to annoy, embarrass or insult anyone with what I write…I am very open to any and all comments.
We had yet another fine day at the beach with the kids. Both Insane Mama and I were a bit out of sorts this morning. She seemed to have a fairly short fuse and I just felt somewhat foul. None the less we packed up our beach cooler and headed off to the beach…just south of Venice beach. After getting there and lugging the blankets, boogie boards, towels and such down to “our spot” the kids took off into the water and Insane Mama and I broke out our books and got comfy.
It was a great day (not too hot nor too cold) and I was about 20 pages away from finishing the book I was reading. Mind you that this is a 240 page book that I started on June 20th 2007. It was a great book…but I have never been a “reader.” We continued like that….going back and fourth between our books and watching the kids try to surf on their boogie boards…for a while. Insane Mama was then suddenly jolted from her book by me jumping up and yelping, hopping around our blanket chanting, “I finished it! I’m done with my book!” She looked over at me, rolled her eyes, and said, “Great! Now what?” I looked at her with a puzzled stare and shrugged…but I was still smiling.
I rested my head and relaxed for a few minutes…then noticed that several more families and couples were infringing on “our beach.” The people watcher that I am…I sat up and …just watched. I love to sit and watch (mostly making fun of what people are wearing and all the crap that people tote to the beach.) Yesterday, we actually watched as a family unpacked two wagons full of “stuff” and then proceeded to blow up a pool. Yes…you heard me…the fools brought an inflatable pool to the freaking beach!
Anyway, as I was watching the folks around me…and I’d finished my book….I notice a few couples around us…snuggled up together, rubbing lotion on each other and just being cute with each other. Suddenly, I became aware of an increase in blood flowing to my …nether region. I looked down and watched as Insane Mama was laying on her stomach, reading her book. Panning down and letting my eyes rest on her cute-as-shit booooootay, I proceeded to slide my hand down the small of her back, across the back side of her bikini…resting it so that my fingers dangled down in just the right place. She gave me a courtesy moan and a wriggle of the rear as she continued with her book. I looked around and saw that from where other people were sitting…nobody would ever be able to see what we did.
Slowly, I began to curl and extend my fingers – just enough for them to lightly brush up against her…privates. She began to move with my hand for a minute and then rolled over onto her side. I removed my hand and stopped what I was doing. She looked at me with a look saying to me “what the F are you stopping for?” I looked at her and said…”just keep reading your book baby.” She quickly repositioned herself (exactly as she was) and I let my hand find its way back to “that good spot.” I kept rubbing and stroking (all of this ABOVE her bikini….NO nudity.) That continued for a few minutes until I knew that she was ….”happy.” after a moment…catching her breath, she rolled her head toward me and said, “Thank you mister!” with a large as life smile on her face. I think that the ocean, waves, being in public…all of it made things a bit exciting for her. She sat up, still smiling, and plopped her book on her lap. Smirks and giggles escaped as she tried to find where she left off in her book. Looking at her…I saw that she had found her place and sporting a content look, continued reading.
I don’t think that more than ten seconds went by before I interrupted her… Me – Hello? IM – Yeah baby? (smiling) Me – Um…are you forgetting someone? IM – What? Me – What about me?
Then I felt her hand move down to my board shorts as she looked over both shoulders, making sure we were not being watched. I was lying down on my side and she was sitting, leaning her back against my thighs. She continued stroking me, then I felt a tug at the drawstring of my shorts…giving her a bit more access. Needless to say, within a few minutes (and most likely and arm strain)…we felt the need to put our beach blanket and my shorts directly into the wash when we got home.
The next hour or so that we were at the beach…although it was a bit overcast…it seemed sunnier and much more beautiful out there…in “our spot.” Our moods had most definitely improved since morning.
As the professional storyteller that I am, I am going to tempt fate by posting a story/fantasy that I wrote a while ago. Now I have toned it down a bit and even cut out some of the detail as I wanted it to be in the NC-17 range as opposed to X.
WARNING: This post is a fictitious story that contains sexually explicit written content. Please do not read this post if you feel that you may be offended (or if you have any current heart conditions.)
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Looking at you from the doorway. Seeing your body, glistening with sweat from the intense lovemaking that we had just finished. I move to the edge of the bed, gently gliding my fingers down your moist body. I use the fingers of both hands to softly stroke your inner thighs. You moan. I see goose bumps begin to rise in the whole area between your belly and thighs. I lean down, and use my tongue to lick your sweetness, using long soft strokes. You grab my head and roughly pull me into you. I gladly indulge. Exploring every part of you with my tongue makes me just as excited as it makes you. You moan again, begging for more. I stand up, watching your body gently gyrating. The site of your glistening boody is more than I can take. Standing by the edge of the bed, I take myself in my hand and, while looking deep into your eyes, I begin stoking myself. You moisten your lips with your tongue. You lean your head towards me. Laying on your side, taking me in. You begin moaning, a kind of continuous moan. ……(had to be edited out)…. I remained deep within you, not moving, feeling the intensity of our intimacy. I then begin to make love with you in a deep and slow. As we both get excited, I the pace quickens. Feeling you … for the 3rd time, I roll us over. You move your body back and forth. You begin impaling yourself on me. As I begin matching your movements with my own, we both feel such intensity building that we embrace, continuing, incredibly in-sync. Grabbing each other tight, we explode in ecstasy. Shaking, twitching, primal sounds filling the room, we collapse together and look into each others eyes and smile.
I was adopted and born and raised on the East Coast (New Hampshire, Massachusettes, Connecticut, Maine, Virginia & Florida), but have lived in Southern California since 1994. I am a parent of 6 children. I love the outdoors and spending time with my family. We spend a lot of time tent camping and making fun of RV'ers and all of their "belongings".
