I was 18. Laura, my shift manager was 23. 5'10" and skinnier than me.
She seduced me, (or threatened to fire me unless..) in the basement store room. We fucked on four pails of McDonald's pickles. Next to 12 cases of special sauce, and right up against a pallet of quarter pounder buns.
We were interrupted by her boss, the store owner, Reggie.
Reg was mid 40's...standing there, chain smoking his 58th cigarette of the day at 2:30 in the afternoon, jerking his erect cock and directing....
"Laura, throw your legs around his waist and thrust your pelvis into Jeff's...Jeff, grab her tit and bite her nipple."
Can you believe that shit?
Reggie threw some hellacious parties at his pad too. Major fucking pervert. I really liked that guy.
I dunno..I was fucking my lover once and she yelled out..."God yes, give me that fucking cock, Fuck me like you own it, Donnie!"
She was sober as a judge. I'd had a few tokes.
My name isn't Don.
Damn, I got wet, reading that. I need a shop-vac, stat.
What is just about the perfect size of each butt cheek for a woman? (The NFL sized ball, I mean).
Tent City
A cowboy, who just moved to Wyoming from New Mexico, walks into a bar and orders three frosty mugs of Coors banquet beer. He sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he walks back up to the bar and orders three more.
The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy, "You know, a mug of beer goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time."
The cowboy replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in Arizona , the other is in Colorado . When we all left our folk's ranch in New Mexico, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I'm drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself."
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.
The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way. He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.
One day a few years down the road, he comes in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I several others here, just wanted to offer our condolences on your loss."
The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in his eyes and he laughs.
"Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains, "It's just that my wife and I recently joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking."
"Hasn't affected my brothers though."
I found some(thing) change(d)...in my pants
fake it til you can make it, man.
I've learned a buttload of stuff here in the last 2 years. Long Live Lush!
Incidentally Painter...I imagine you'd make a fine Kings Hand.
I fancy myself more of a snidely Kingslayer. Minus the fucking-my-sister the Queen aspect.
I have not read the author's original story...but it is on my to do list this summer. I am glad to hear there is a 2nd season in the works...I was afraid this was a one shot pony.
You're obviously a sensitive sweetheart, Vic. She's lucky to have ya.
I would suggest switching hands. Does the trick for me. Yanno, different angles, different grips. One hand is slightly larger than the other. Breaks up the routine somewhat.
See...it did not take much to soothe the savage beast.