Today's 500 (really 2423)

You have to give me permission

To do what?

What ever it is you are about to ask me to do.

I don’t know what you are talking about.

Yes you do.  You are about to ask for a favor, I can feel it.

Why would I do that?

Because you husband is out of town and
you are wearing your yellow dress.

What does that have to do with anything?

You never wear panties under that dress.

How do you know that?

Because he told me.

He What?

He told me.  He tells me a lot of things.  He likes to brag.

About what?

About how hot you are, how good you are in bed

What else?

He tells me how much he misses you when you are gone.

Does he, you know…. While I’m gone?

Cheat on you?  No.

That’s not what I meant.

Be specific.

Does he, you know (imitates masturbation motions)

No, strangely enough, he doesn’t. That’s why
he’s always at the gym when you call him.

Maybe that’s why he’s losing weight. (Laughter)

Do you?

What?  I’m not going to tell.

Yes you are.  Do you masturbate while you are on the road?

Does my answer matter?

It does to me.

Why?

Because I like thinking about you doing it.

Doing what? (sarcastically)  Be Specific.

I like thinking about you masturbating, naked, spread, wet,
on a hotel bed, cumming, cumming again, and then,
spreading the slippery wet on your nipples as you play with them.

Oh. My

What’s wrong?  Didn’t you like my answer?

Why are you suddenly standing so close to me?

I didn’t move, you did.

No I didn’t, that would be inappropriate.

(Laughing) That is exactly what you are.

I don’t want to be.  I want to be a good girl.

Will you be “my” good girl?

I hate that phrase.

Why?

Because I’m not a girl.

What are you?

A woman.

What kind of woman?

A lonely woman.

Lonely?  I thought you two were pretty “active.”

Not enough

Be specific

You like that phrase, don’t you?

Yes. I like it when people use words.

What kind of words?

Accurate words. Honest words.

What do you want me to say?

You can say anything you want. I don’t direct anything.

Seriously?  That’s not what I’ve heard.

Heard? From who?

People

Which people.

Will you get mad at her?

No

Promise?

Promise. I put no restrictions on anyone. Including you. 
Feel free to share what you want with whomever you want.

Even him?

Him who?

Even my husband?

Is this something you want to share with him?

Kind of.

Does he know you are here?

No.

Why did you hide it from him? 
He’s my best friend.

That’s just it, isn’t it?  You are best friends,
you work together, what if this goes badly?

Will it?

Will you fuck off with all the questions? 
You really aren’t that deep, you know.

I don’t need to be deep, just honest,
open, and with full consent.

She told that consent is like a kink for you.

It is, in a way.  I like to hear my partners ask for things,
specific things.
I don’t want any misunderstandings,
accusations,
or bad feelings.

What if I feel bad afterward?

That is up to you, but it will never be because
I pressured you into anything.

Like what?

Ah, see, very tricky.  I’m not in the lead here. 
I am in charge, but not in the lead, do you understand?

I think so.

Nothing will happen that I don’t want to have happen,
but nothing will happen unless you ask for it. 
And see, now? You’ve taken another step closer. 
Shall I set your drink down?

Yes, thank you, it was delicious.  What was in it?

No alcohol, if you are asking. 
No intoxicant, no drugs,
just clear-headed
decision making.

I don’t think I’m thinking very clearly right now.

Then should we stop? Watch TV?
Discuss the Old Testament?

(Laughter)

No, but maybe some music.

Something slow?

Slow and sad or slow and sexy.

They are frequently both. True. How about this?

I like it, thanks.

You’ll have to take off your heels,
you are beautiful, but too tall for me.

You like it when I wear them.

How do you know?

You smile at me in church.

I smile at many people at church,
I’m happy to be there.

Especially since you have seen so many of us naked.

Horrible scandalous rumors. I say.
Sometimes I close my eyes.

Dance with me.

You smell wonderful, and yes,
I love you in your heels, but you fit so nicely
into my arms without them.

Hold me closer.

Tiny Dancer?

Yes, hold me tight. It feels nice

Yes, it does, doesn’t it?

Let’s just enjoy the music for a bit, eh?

That would be lovely….

 

Oh, I love this song.

So does my wife, they played it her sister’s wedding.

Can we not talk about her tonight?

My wife’s little sister?

(Laughter) No, your wife

Why not?

Am I betraying her?

No.

Does she know I’m here?

She knows I’m with a friend.  She never asks for names.

Does she mind?

No, we discussed it early on, her idea really,
caught me quite by surprise.

Do you two…?

Do we what?  You know the rules?

Do you and your wife have sex anymore?

On special occasions.

Like what?

The return of Halley’s Comet, the orbit of Pluto, those special days.

I’m sorry

Do not be. I have friends.

Like me?

Yes Dear, like you.

Spin me.

Like this?

(Laughter)

Well, I proved my assumption

Which one.

That you don’t wear panties under this dress.

No, I never do

Why not?

Because I don’t have to.

(Kiss)

That was lovely

(Kiss with a hint of tongue, teasingly bringing our mouths together)

Touch me

Where?

Do I have to tell you everything?

For now, yes.  Keeps us both safe.

Touch my ass.

You’ve been going to the gym?

Squeeze harder.

Wonderful

Both hands

Even better.

Spread me.

Ohhhh, I like that.

Me too….

 

Kiss me

(kiss)

Kiss me like you kiss Haley

(deeper kissing)

Do you fuck her?

Who?

Haley.

Does that matter/

Yes.

Why?

I want to know what she likes

Why?

You know.

Tell me

Because I want to fuck her too.

Really?  I assumed you already had.

Why?

Because of how she looks at you.

I know, it’s quite a rush.

Have you kissed her?

Not like this

(Hard, passionate kissing)

I don’t want tonight to be about her. 
Tonight is about you, us, right now, right here.

(I bite her neck)

Yesssss.

Whispering - What do you want?

Put your hands under my dress

Your skin is flawless

Spread me

Wider

Harder

Yessss, you are catching on.

Touch me

Catching herself

Touch me deep.

Like this?

Fuck yes… he never touches me there.

He never touches this tight

Gasp

Little

Gasp

Hole?

No, never, push hard, I want to feel it.

Inside?

Yes

Yes, please

How far?

                                                                     All the way

Like this?

              Yes, yes, yes, please. That feels so good.

Do you play with your ass when you are alone?

                                                             Yes, all the time.

Does he know?

                                                          He thinks it’s dirty

I do not.

                                            Kiss me while it’s inside?

(Her mouth opens and is ravenous. I press deeper inside her, feeling the tightness and warmth. She quivers and bites my tongue.)

                                                                            Oh fuck.

Do you like my finger in your ass?

                                                                  YES!  Deeper!

As you wish…

Knuckles deep, she begins to buckle and gasp for air.

Are you cumming?

                                                                        Yes!  May I

Then cum

Her body falls into my arms, and I hold her, still penetrating, thrusting, filling her up in a way her husband never would. 
Tragic really,
She’s perfect.

Oh, fuck fuck, that feels so good.

I’m glad you liked it.

Now, catch your breath, and follow me.

                                                                             Where?

Just Follow

On the far side of the room is a small bathroom with the appropriate supplies

                                                        What’s all this for?

Cleanliness is next to godliness and prevents all sorts of problems.

                                May I wash your hands for you?

Yes, that would be nice.

The warm water runs over our hands as she pumps soap into our palms and rubs them together.

    Will you remember this when we are done,

Or do you force yourself to forget

I dry my hands and cup her face.

I remember everything.

                                                                  I need to pee.

OK

                                           Can I have some privacy?

No.

                                             What do you mean, ‘No.’

Just that, no.  Here, I’ll lift the lid for you.

                   And you are just going to stand there?

No, I’m going to watch.

                                                                                  Why?

Because I like it.

She sits and lifts the yellow dress up over her hips.
I kneel in front of her.

Really?

Yes, Really. Breathe deeply, relax.

                                                                         I’m trying.

With gentle pressure, I spread her legs.

Interesting

                                                                                What?

I always imagined you waxed.

                                           He likes the landing strip.

Hmm

And what do you mean,
“I always imagined you waxed”?
Do you think about me?

Constantly

           Do you masturbate when you think of me?

Constantly

                                 What’s your favorite scenario?

You call me and ask if you can use my back yard
to “work on your tan, because you know I work
from home and my wife is in the office.

The flow starts, warm and yellow, I spread her knees further.

I promise you privacy but come to the kitchen sink
for a drink and you are laying out in your green bikini,
my favorite, you notice me, and ask for a drink.

Her flow continues and I see her breathing quicken.

I give you a drink, but it spills

Her flow stops.

I take 4 squares of toilet paper and pat her lips dry.

OH!

Thank you?

Good hygiene is essential

                                                    Then what happens?

That can wait.

I offer my hand, and she takes it and stands.

That was interesting

Good

                                             But I’m still a little damp

And?

                                                                           Wipe me

I reach for the toilet paper

She blocks my hand

With your fingers

Please say it

                                  Wipe my lips clean, touch me.

Yes.

Aahhh, you are so wet, so perfectly wet

                                                                             Taste it.

So sweet

                                                                                  Again

Not here

                                                                          Why not?

The couch is better

                                                             I said touch me.

She holds my wrist and guides me between her thighs.

Wipe it all up.

Front to back, back to front, I’m so wet.

You are amazing

                                                                  Penetrate me

Ask again

                                         Put your fingers inside me.

Again

                                                                           Fuck me!

My fingers slip inside without any resistance, her smooth walls envelope my fingers and I feel her clench around

Feed them to me.

I put my fingers in her mouth, and she tastes herself for the first time

Is this how Haley tastes?

This is how you taste, and it’s perfectly you.

She pulls away, smiling, placing her hands on my shoulders to create distance.

                                                                         Stay here.

Why?

                                                                           Because

Why?

                                                                          Trust me.

She leaves the bathroom

My cock strains against my slacks and I see a growing wet spot.

COME OUT!

She is standing in the middle of the room, naked, hands on hips.

Her breasts are more spectacular than imagined

Her landing strip groomed to perfection

A long thin glistening bead runs down her inner thigh.

Well?

I step toward her and kneed in front of her,
desperate to taste her fully.

No, stay up.

OK

She undresses me quickly but with practices hands

I want you to see me in the light,
undressed, naked, all yours, not hiding,
no excuses, no justifications,
just two beautiful people naked and together.

You are beautiful

                                                                      Look at me.

I am

                                                    Tell me what you see

I see my friend, naked, beautiful, wet.

                                                More

I see beautiful nipples that have fed two wonderful children. A hint of stretch marks as evidence of your motherhood, your fertility, your breeding. I see an ass that has inspired a thousand fantasies and even more orgasms. I see a friend who is about to suck my cock, a body I’m about to fuck, a woman who’s about to orgasm.

 More

What do I see? What do I see? I see youth, energy, arousal. I see a wonderful mother, a shrewd businesswoman, a good boss, a wonderful friend. I see need and longing and love and unmet passion and I see love, friendship, desire, and bravery for being here with me.

She pulls our naked bodies together.

What do you feel?

I feel my chest,
your hair,
your breasts on my skin,
your nipples hard,
I feel my blood pulsing.

I feel the tip of your cock on my stomach,
dripping, aching, slippery  May I taste it?

Please use the words.

                                                 May I taste your cock?

Yes, please

                                            Don’t beg.I want this too.

With a smooth motion, she kneels and takes me into her mouth.

Her tongue swirls around the swollen head, teasing, tasting, sucking.

I want you to cum

We’ve just started!

                                              CUM, now, in my mouth

Her mouth engulfs me

I see her hand pinching hard at her nipples, then harder, tugging, pulling

Then it drifts between her legs and strums her clit in hard need.

                                                            (Muffled) – CUM!

I don’t hold back.

FUCK!

I feel my sac constrict and the inevitable rush of pleasure begins

I’m going to cum

She looks up at me, making eye contact, and nods her head.

I reach down and feel her breasts in my hands, holding, caressing, squeezing.

She buries my cock deep in her throat, then gasps, coming up for air.

CUM!

Her mouth goes back on me, her tongue swirling the tip.

I thrust deeper but she holds me at bay and I understand.

I cum.

Buckets, shot after shot, my head swirls,
I can barely keep my feet,
her hands has an iron grip on my sac
and she keeps me from pulling out
until I am
spent,
drained,
happy,
exhausted.

I stagger backward and fall on to the couch. 
She crawls over on her hands and knees,
licking her lips, tasting all of my cum,
until she swallows, smiles,
and opens her mouth for me to see.

We kiss.

                        THANK YOU! Thank you, thank you.

That was perfect.

It was amazing.

She kisses me again and climbs up on the couch.

Her bare skin is radiant, sweaty, glistening.

She leans back on the arm of the couch, letting me, begging me to look at her.

That was perfect…..

She leans back and spreads her legs wide, her lips open, and she smiles again.

Perfect for round one.

 

Outside Narration - I like truthful answers

This was dictated on my phone, transcribed by poorly programmed voice recognition software, then very lightly edited, just enough, I hope, to get across the story. And yes, I finished when the story did.  (some additional editing on 2/20/26).

Phone rings.

We need to talk about the tickets.

What are you doing right now?

Uh do you want the truthful answer or the politically correct answer.

Give me the truthful answer.

Well I'm laying on a blanket in my backyard naked thinking about masturbating.

Holy shit don't say that,.

Well you said you wanted the honest answer.

Ohh not that honest.

OK, so you want the politically correct answer?

Yeah, let's back up and try this again. Hi what are you doing?  We need to talk about the tickets.

Well, you can come over. I am currently in the backyard thinking about some of my friends and hoping that they are satisfied with their daily life.

Now, that is a bullshit answer.

Well it’s the the politically correct version and that means it's usually bullshit.

That's not what I meant.

What you meant was that you really wanted to know what I was doing but you didn’t want to admit that you wanted to know exactly, what I was doing.

Don't put it that way.

Admit it, you're still curious you had your chance and now you think you blew it.

.

Well, did I?

I'm not sure yet, all I know, is that right now I’m alone in the backyard, no one can see me, no one knows how I'm doing. I have a tube of lube and a vibrator next to me.

That's what I mean! You can't say that stuff anymore.

Why not? You used to like hearing it all the time.

I know, but I thought we were being good.

OH, fuck being good. That didn't get me anywhere now did it?

That's not my fault. I just I just couldn't go through with it.

That's fine, just don't tell me you didn't want to.

That's not fair, you know I wanted to, you know I really wanted to do it, but.

But what? Tony banging your best friend when we were on the phone so I don't think it mattered too much. She's not my best friend anymore.

Good, neither is he. Just tell me the last time you thought about me.

Please don't make me tell you that.

Why not? That recently?

You know what it does to me when we start talking, you know how I get wet.

I know.

Stop it.

I think you're getting wet right now.

Stop it or i'll hang up.

Ohh you could have hung up minutes ago when I called you, you like texting because it doesn't go anywhere but once you hear my voice you know I'm gonna ask you questions.

Then stop asking me questions.

I like hearing you answer them.

Come on, that’s just not fair. You know what you do to me.

I know what I want to do to you.

See it’s stuff like that. We’re not supposed to talk about that stuff with each other.

Why not?

Well, I'm your boss.

You're not my boss.

I paid for your last project.

Correction, you reimbursed me for my last project, all my labor was free along with my expertise a couple of gallons of paint and several dozen brushes if I remember.

OK fine, that might be true, but what about next day? What about when we see each other next?

What's the problem?

You'll know things about me.

Like what?

Ohh come off it. You know. You ask questions and I tell you answers and you know I can't lie to you.

There's no value in lying in this situation I'm not building a fantasy; I’m building a record.

That's what I mean. You ask me these questions, and I have to tell you the truth otherwise it doesn't work, does it?

You're right, it only works when you answer truthfully. I can tell a fantasy answer when i hear it, just like a fake orgasm or porn. It's beautiful, but it's a lie so it doesn't mean as much. Why do you think you like telling me the truth?

I don't know, maybe because no one else asks me those kinds of questions.

Well? Should we start with some answers right now?

What?

You know what my first three questions are. They are always the same and I expect you to answer them 100% honestly.

Seriously? I have to go to rehearsal in like 2 hours.

That’s not the point.

Yeah, it is, because when you get to rehearsal I want you to know that tingling you feel is because of me.

It's always because of you.

Then let's get started, give me the basic 3 now.

Fuck you.

Not yet, answers please.

OK, let me think.

You shouldn't have to think that hard, but you know the rule, no looking.

It's just that sometimes they're just not that exciting.

If they're on you, then they're absolutely thrilling.

OK, pale blue, high cut, probably Fruit of the Loom and a little bit worn out.

Good girl.

You can’t call me that for just answering the simplest of questions.

I can because that's what you are.

What do you mean?

You are my good girl. You answer my questions, you tell me the truth, you let me inside and that makes all the difference.

Inside? What do you mean? We've never, you know, never done, you know, that.

That's the least important place I need to be right now.

What do you mean?

You'll let me in there when you're ready to let me in there. Where I wanna be is inside, deep inside your head. I want to be inside your panties when I'm 100 miles away. I want to be in the shower with you while I'm sitting next to my family at dinner, and I want to be in your bed when you bring somebody home from the theater.

Fuck you.

That's why you're my good girl.

Thank you Sir. Do you have another question for me?

Yes. When was your last orgasm?

What it's none of your business.

Tell me tell me now.

OK, today's Friday, so it was Tuesday. I just got back from a run. I was so tired.

How far did you go?

6 miles. I did the big loop around the train station, it's flat and it's fast.

Kind of like you.

Cut that out.

You know I think you're beautiful I'm just teasing you.

You know I wish my boobs were bigger,.

No you don't. They're perfect just the way they are, just the way you are.

What do you mean by that?

They are small, sensitive, and they fit inside my mouth, and I can suck on them so hard.

May I touch them Sir? Please?

Be specific.

May I touch my breasts Sir?

Yes, you may, but only over your shirt.

What?

Just for now. Imagine we're in the movie theater. I can't get you naked yet, but I can touch you, feel your nipples getting hard.

Ohh Sir, they are so hard right now.

Pinch one, the left and then the right.

Please Sir.

I time my touch with the action on the screen so you can yell out as the cars explode and the men fight for some stupid reason. We picked this one because the reviewers said it was unnecessarily loud for an hour and a half and that's what I want you to be, loud.

May I?

May I what?

May I take my shirt off please?

Yes you may tell me how it feels.

It’s light blue T-shirt that's one of my oldest. It's and it's soft and I like how it feels against my skin.

You may take it off if you tell me what happened next after your run.

Yes Sir. I had the house to myself, so I stripped down as soon as I walked inside the front door. My shoes first then my socks. My T-shirt came off and then my running bra. I'm still not sure why I wear one, but I like it.

Chafing is a bitch.

Come on Sir, you know I don't like that word.

I'm sorry my sweet, Chafing is unpleasant.

I took off my shirt and my bra I saw myself in the hallway mirror.

Go on.

The one my grandma likes so much that she bought it at the flea market last year after grandpa died.

Yes, I know that mirror. What did you see?

I saw my red hair, the small curves of my breasts. I saw sweat running down between and I watched myself touch my nipples.

And? And what? Tell me.

It made me wet, so I reached down and I pulled my pants down and my panties along with it until I was bare. I stepped out of my running tights I stood naked in front of the mirror.

Yes continue.

Sir? May I?

What?

May I touch myself?

Be specific.

May I put my hands down my pants and touch my clit?

Yes, you may, but you cannot stop talking.

Thank you Sir. It feels good.

What feels good?

I like touching myself when I talk to you.

Tell me more. What did you see in the mirror?

Well I had just shaved that morning I was still a little red but my skin was bare I could see my lips, so I used my fingers and I spread myself open and then put one finger deep inside myself and that's all it took to cum. Sir, just thinking of you and one finger was all it took.

You came from me in the hallway?

Yes, just you, a long run, and one finger, Sir.

Good girl, very good girl.

In 2 hours

 Good morning everyon!

It's Thursday, March 7th and I'm going to masturbate in 2 hours.  

I need to shower and eat before a meeting at 9:00 am.  It will last 1:15, so, around 10:15 I'm going to strip down, find some fun videos, and enjoy a mid-morning orgasm.

Do you plan your fun times?  

For me it builds a little anticipation, I fit it into my day without losing too much time to browsing, I start and end with a purpose, and it gives me a smile.

Drop me a comment on how you do, or don't, schedule your alone time.

Enjoy!

Monday musing

 i finished my run, stripped down, and sat in my run-down lounge in the back yard.  If I angled it just right, Braxton's tree blocked me from the east, the tall Cyprus gave me privacy from the west, and, if Kara noticed me from the high bathroom window of her guest suite, and stood on her step stool, she could see my flaccid cock come to life in the mid-morning sun.

She was at work though, so I really had all the privacy I needed.  So, I started.

Nothing happens fast after a long run.  5 miles in the morning heat didn't go quickly, but I finished them all at a decent jogging pace and beat my target time by 93 seconds, which is fine for today.  The only point of today's run was calorie count.  Just keep going.  Pound the pavement, try not to trip, and burn, baby, burn.  Day One, again, of trying to lose just a few before Thanksgiving, trying to avoid the horrible pictures where I have to turn sideways in a group shout and prove to the world that I'm on longer the athlete I once claimed to be, but just another round-bellied middle-aged dad with too many M&Ms and too few laps in the pool to prove it.

Once more into the breach, counting calories, skipping desert, avoiding the things that make life worth living.  

And for what?  It won't get me more sex from the wife or anyone else.  I may get a passing compliment from my even fatter friends who claim to be supportive but secretly harbor the jealousy that only a tweaked knee or bad heart can cultivate.  They are done, finished, they let the chassis go bad and now it's too late.  They'll never run a 5K, or climb Francis Peak with their boys, or buy a house with a staircase again.

But that's not me, it can't be, I have to fight the battle now.  Eventually I'll lose, we all do, we all end up in the ground, rich and poor, bond or free, good looking or ugly as mud.  We all end up 6 feet under if we are lucky.  Some end up at the bottom of the lake for betraying the man with the Artificial Hair who lived on the banks of the Salton Sea.

but for now, as the sun crests the orange tree to the east and the crows decided that my almost turgid frame isn't dead, but only practicing for the long sleep, they fly away to look for more suitable carrion, some that won't fight back when they sink their beaks into mottled flesh.  For now, I'll lay back and let the sun bake away the running sweat to replace it with the flop sweat of an old man who jerks off in his backyard to feel daring.  

Kara used to watch, used to smile down at me, but even that gets old after a while and she went back to her computer, her gay porn, and her angry husband who wishes he was the one with a cock in his mouth while she watched and felt the small comfort of a sad orgasm from lonely fingers.

An hour later, after my thoughts of her faded and the sticky residue matted the hair on my stomach to my pale skin, I hear the truck pull up.

Fuck, I say.  It's Monday.

I wipe the sun out of my eyes and grab my chair and pull it across the lawn, desperate to get back inside before my gardening crew makes it through the side gate and I give a prayer of thanks that the latch is loud, cranky, and slow to open. 

The patio door slides closed behind me, and I breathe a sigh of relief and head to the shower.  

I stop in the hallway and stare across the street.  Candice is walking past with her little Pekinese pups, cute as a button and just able to join her on her morning strolls.  She's in her lycra shorts, a bra top, and headphones as always.  She stops, bends over, and pets Artimis, the youngest pup, and I figure that my shower might be better than I feared.

Dear Friend

I miss you.

My house is empty, except for me, so, after finishing work, I stripped down and went in the backyard to water my new roses, my trimmed miniature orange tree, and various plants that may, or may not, be dying.

As I finished drenching my pomegranate tree, I walked along the side of the house and had a memory come flooding back to me.  It was leaning up against that small section of wall, hidden from the street, my neighbors, and the back yard, that I took my first intimate photograph of myself.

10 years ago, maybe?  I can't remember.  Bouts of misguided guilt and fear led me to delete the pictures and emails a long time ago, but I can't, won't, never will, delete your memory.

It was there, with the sun beating down on me, that I tied my cock up with the string from my pajama bottoms. Hard, pink, long, bigger than I could imagine, I showed myself to you for the first time.

My heart was pounding as I set my phone down on my log pile and tried to get a good angle.  I'm not a skinny guy, so I sucked in my gut and thrust out my hips and zoomed in.  And there it was, my cock in its digital glory.  I remember tapping out an email quickly, before I lost my nerve, and I hit send.

Holy fuck.  The orgasm that exploded after sending it to you is still a part of that moment's memory.  

TBH, that wasn't the first time you had seen my cock.  We encouraged each other over the months to show more, share more, and share, we did.  I remember, like it was yesterday, watching you cum, your eyes rolled back, your full breasts heaving with each breath, your knees spread, your fingers disappearing from view, deep between your beautiful thighs.

I lived for days off the compliments you gave me, adoring my cock, my cum, my stroking techniques and, more importantly, the words we shared. I lead you to orgasm after orgasm with simple words, softly spoken instructions, and sometimes harshly give directions.  You never failed me.

A favorite memory?  Watching you cum as you sat next to your husband as he watched TV.  You bit your lip, inhaled deeply, and I could see you sink into blissful oblivion while he sat not 2 feet away, completely oblivious to the beautiful, sexy, passionate, orgasmic woman that was begging for attention in his own home. 

I never felt sorry for you, you wouldn't let me.  We were friends, deep friend with digital benefits and today, I leaned up against that wall one more time, and thought of you, and marked the sun-ripened concrete with my cum.

We haven't talked in a few years.  Life moves on and pulls people apart and things change.  That's OK, but today, as I wandered my backyard naked, I thought of you, came for you, and smiled a deep and lasting smile.

Thank you for every memory.