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Gazebos and Vermouth

she drew me in her direction
Cali and I met by accident. But isn't that how many relationships start. It being a small village that we live in, gossip has a way of exploding. We were both burning bridges or in the process of. It wasn't that we were embarrassed or concerned of whispers. It was to protect our families of innuendos . So we became Adagio and Lace to some citizenry. I just want to clear that up.

Yes, there are plenty of stories going around the village about 'so-called societies'. I'm not at liberty to speak of such groups. That would enhance more talk.

I am very much Al in my daily living of operating a small bookshop in our Canadian village of St. Andrews, New Brunswick. Cali (Lace) is who she is by night and day. That is until we play, then Lace becomes the entity. Sex is play or it should be to you. It is to us.

Cali is a mature woman with green eyes and has a keen sense of knowing what she wants. Her personality seems to blend well with my caricature and Adagio type philosophy. We more or less like the same things: books, music, art and fucking. We have taught each other through communication and listening. Now that we are open, we relish the experiences.

Al at birth, given that name by my parents, but in a longer form. I have grown into what I am today. At the age of conversion I converged on the scene. I became my me in small steps at first and then inherited the shadow of myself. In other words, a free-spirit sexually striving for the best in eroticism.

A pan-sexual is a label given by others and bestowed on another. I much prefer 'charmed'. In my growing around years, I found my charm. I'm into the various variables that make me now who I am.

I'm mad for sex of the kinky kind, BDSM, fetish, and leather, gay and straight. I believe in raw sex, nudity and the 'getting to blow you' motif. I believe in golden showers and the power of the clitoris and cock. I believe in pussy lips and thick rings hanging and nipple stretchers like garden hose nozzles. I believe in tits natural or flat puffy nipples to the touch. I'm adverse to sheer pain but not against small hurt.


Gazebos and Vermouth-Part 1

It was the time of the Harvest Home Coming in the small village in which I live, a yearly end of summer type of celebration held every September with rides for the kids and booth attractions for the adults, homemade pies and cakes, pickles and jams and plenty of fair for all.

Our village is on the waters edge and the smell of rain wafted in the air. The leaves of the trees gave notice of the soft breezes and the drops fell slowly at first and then the thunder of drums and the clouds opened.

I ran for the nearest of shelter. It being a gazebo like structure with a plastic covering overhead. The small plaque on a post read, "Refreshments and Used Books", tables and tables of books. I bought a martini served in a Styrofoam cup.

There was something about her eyes that drew me in her direction. She was a good forty feet away but I couldn't take my eyes off her. My mind led my feet closer to where she stood and soon I was within an arms length and had mentally undressed her before introduction. I had tasted her cunt juices and suckled her large tits. I had nibbled on her thighs and spread her ass cheeks wide. My martini had overrode my mind and became her sexual nectar. I was embarrassed and without a clue. I picked the toothpick from my cup. The bite of the olive would be my saving grace, so I thought.

It fell into her cup of wine.

Her scent was intoxicating and my clumsiness multiplied my embarrassment. Surely she had to know what effect her aura had on the male sexual psyche. I stuttered my way through an apology, knowing that she was going to think I was oafishly inclined with the mannerisms of the ape. At the same time I picked up a book entitled, Foreplay For Nerds.

She smiled and whispered. "Is this meeting considered foreplay?"

She was mentally undressed again as I had my tongue buried in her cunt and her juices ran down into my stomach setting off sky rockets in my mind. I felt my trousers getting wet as my cock seeped seed.

My reverie was snapped when a younger man approached her and led her way. She did look back over her shoulder and winked with that emerald green eye. Then she lip synced, "There's lust in the air," pointing at the bronzed man leading her away.
* Cali is a nick name I used all the time.
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