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Written by Ramon
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Tuesday, 25 September 2007 |
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Betty in the Booth   
I met Betty at the carnival, where she worked a ticket booth at one of the 'thrill' rides. I was the local electrician for the carnival, so I was there when they unloaded everything from the trucks and put the thing together. Betty's ticket booth was in place before I had finished my job. Bright red, about seven-and-a-half feet tall and with little more than three feet by three feet of space inside, the booth's ticket window was outlined by a string of little blue bulbs. As I finished wiring the booth up, I met Betty for the first time. "Ready?" Betty questions me. Betty, about 21, is a true goddess, she standing there in her short, tight black skirt, purple blouse. If a man were to take his hands and place one above her breasts, one on her upper back and slowly slide them down to her feet, he would feel strong, firm curves, hard and perfect ass, a flat stomach, silky slender legs... "All wired," I say to her. Betty enters, flips on the booth's switch. Tame blue lights outline the window. She enters, waving her hand at somebody standing in the evening's shadows. A muscular man of about 30 walks through the shadows and into the booth, stands behind Betty. I can only see Betty's face and her breasts in the booth's small window, her long curly blonde hair stroked back by her hands. The man closes the door behind him, forcing him up against Betty's ass. Betty stops stroking her hair, removes her blouse and bra. Her tits are pointed, her breasts resting on the little platform beneath the ticket window. "Let's see how it works, then," Betty addressing me but signaling the man pressed against her. |
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Written by Ramon
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Tuesday, 25 September 2007 |
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April's Legs   
April, my wife of three years, is a gorgeous woman with wavy black hair down to her ass, which means the hair isn't really that long, since she only stands 5 feet tall. Only 21, wide-set eyes, full lips, the soft skin of a baby, perfectly-formed Scottish nose and up-thrust breasts, super tight ass and a mere 98 pounds, she looks like a junior at high school. She really appears no more than 15 years-old. I've always appreciated her 34/23/34 measurements, the way her deep blue eyes seem to reek of sexual desire in a soft light. Always working out, her belly is flat, legs so slender yet sexually muscular, that men ask her at parties at our house if they can "just lick those legs, nothing more." She would take those men into our bedroom and let their tongues wash her legs. In shorts or a mini dress, the men were allowed to lick her from the toes on her feet to her upper thighs but no further. She'd stop them before their tongues would reach her pussy. |
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Tuesday, 25 September 2007 |
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A Nice Fuck In the Park   
I ran out of breath and enthusiasm and the same time. I never "felt the burn" while jogging. Just pulled muscles. And old. I also felt old. Then the blonde ran by, and reminded me of something else I always felt while jogging. Horny.
She was everything I never could get in a woman. Athletic, muscled, toned...and young. At about 22, half my age. She always flashed me a brilliant smile...and kept on running. I’d slow down and watch her little round ass work its muscles under the tiny white shorts, the long legs carrying her farther and farther away. Then I’d go be pissed for the rest of the day. |
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A Fucking Bad Day…A Good Day For Fucking |
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Written by Ramon
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Tuesday, 25 September 2007 |
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A Fucking Bad Day…A Good Day For Fucking   
It's always been a saying of mine that if something can go wrong, it will. Or, more precisely, if something can go wrong TO ME, it will. That Saturday was a case in point. I set the toaster on fire by asking it to deal with an English muffin; my mother called for her bi-monthly bitch session; the hot piece I'd been chasing told me how much she "liked me" and how glad she was that I was her "friend;" and the timing belt on my car snapped. I hadn't gotten laid in so long I'd forgotten how. Much longer, and I'd forget why. I went for a walk. A long walk, in search of a short pier. What a found was a short lady in search of a set of keys.
She was stretched out flat in the grass of her front yard, skirt hiked up to the tops of firm, smooth thighs, toes kicking angrily in the dirt. I stood and admired the shape of her ass for a minute, before she whipped her head around and glared at me. "What the hell are you looking at?" she growled. I, too, was in a mood, so I snapped at her. "A fairly decent ass," I said. "Not great, but probably fuckable." She was on her feet in a second, drawn up to her full 5'1", glaring at me. "Men are pigs," she said, and we squared off for a nasty battle of words. |
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A Fuck for a Friend   
He was my best friend, and had been since we graduated college, so I couldn't say no. Or strangle him, which was my fist idea. He had a date for the weekend with a hot little piece he'd been chasing for weeks, and his sister had notified him that she was unexpectedly coming to town. Feeling his kid sister would put a damper on the party he'd planned with Miss HotCunt, he palmed the sister off on me. Great. Not only was I not going out to party, I was going to baby-sit.
I'd only seen one pic of the kid, taken some years back. It was a black and white family group shot that made me realize my folks weren't the dogs I'd thought they were. His people? Woofers. Especially the gawky little pig-tailed kid he called "Sis." What the fuck, I thought. He'd done enough for me, and he never asked for anything. So, I made up the sofa bed, laid in a supply of food and rental tapes and waited for the little puppy to show. |
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