February 16, 2015 Monday
Date: Mon, 02/16/15 at 1:31 PM
Hey There Sassy!
I woke up to frozen pipes this morning. Do you know anything about plumbing?
Why am I breathless? The writing style and the content does it for me. Your prose has an enticing cadence to it. I read along and enjoy the underlying sexual charge, and then you drop something in that is unbelievably hot, and then return to the original pattern. I know I am a little different so I should not speak for all men. However, with regards to me you really understand the male psyche. You coax my ego out of my body, make amazing love to it, and then put it right back. Yes. Breathless. Even a little scared about ceding such control to you. I am in awe regardless of how you put on panties, or if you wear them at all.
Am I as interesting in person? First of all, thanks for saying so. My left brain is most dominant. I sometimes come off as a little dull initially. We covered a ton of ground in the past few days, but I am confident that I still have some unique Schtich to offer you as we spend time together.
I detect some trepidation in you if you will pardon my saying so. See the last sentence of the last paragraph for reference. Let’s face it, we are hedonists and our bodies show it. One of my voices says that you will not be attracted to me, while a 100 other voices are saying you will at maximum volume. Guess which one I listen to!
More perspective. I was something of a savant when I was young. I found a useful place among my peers as an effective liaison between kids and parents, for example. Oh, he’s with you. He never gets in trouble with you. Otherwise I was basically ignored and considered anti-matter especially to young ladies.
So I began working a boring job that nobody could understand. Of course there were no women in that business during the 80s. By some fluke I met a woman more than twice my age. She became my girlfriend for a while at 24 years old. There were no cougars back then, only Mrs. Robinson. We had wild sex, she even introduced me to another woman in her office, but hubby found out and decided he wanted some chicken. I didn’t go for that. I answered another question for you! Two birds with one stone.
Where am I going with this? I’ve been hot for older women since before it was cool. Back then I still paid for everything because I’m a man. I hear about guys now that live in a love nest all expenses paid. The world is changed. I wish you could have met me at 24….I was a machine and amazingly discrete about it. Like a sexual secret weapon. Enough of that. I ramble.
My girlfriend was 50 years old, and nowhere near as intelligent as you. You are also taller and very likely much prettier. I know that we could be getting ahead of ourselves here, but I believe we are compatible.
Either way, we are going to have, at the bare minimum, one epic make-out and heavy petting session.
It will be glorious!
Date: Monday, 02/16/15 at 2:16 PM
Great to hear from you! I survived Chichen Itza! The temple is more massive than any photo can convey.
So sorry to hear about your pipes! Has that happened before? I’m seeing the same sad news from many friends. Seems like this storm is the worst. Hope it’s an easy fix.
Very interesting about your older lady. Life is strange and wonderful. I never had good sex. Men did their thing and I waited for it to be over, not understanding how it was supposed to be. Five years ago, the first boy I kissed in a grown-up way at age 14 found me after 37 years. I didn’t remember much – just that he’d dumped me after 3 weeks before anything much happened. Turns out he had wanted to “finish what we started,” using me as his um…inspiration when alone all these years. He resurrected me sexually, talked me into meeting him in D.C., showed me how it should be. But he was military, married and got a new post far away. He encouraged me to find a local man and follows my adventures in a general way. I couldn’t fathom any man would respond to my stats online, but my friends told me about AM and bet me I would hear from men. They were right!
You are in awe? I do like to write. I feel so powerful. Please don’t worry – I only use my sexy super powers for good. I have a very good impression of you too. I may seem shy at first in person, but trust you will bring out my Sassy side. I will send you a small sample of how I channel my excess energies. Probably should read when you’re alone!
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Date: Mon, Feb 16, 2015 at 2:20 PM
Subject: The View
Just as I was finishing my last meeting of the day yesterday,
gathering my papers off the marble table in the conference
room on the 36th floor, the sound of sirens wafted up from
the expressway below. Everyone else had left the room, so
I took a minute to lean over the marble counter and stare
down at the roadway. There was a horrible wreck of mangled
metal and shattered glass, several cars and a tractor trailer
twisted together. The traffic was stopped behind the mess,
and the cars on the other side barely moved, rubbernecking.
Suddenly, I heard the door close. I straightened up, but before I
could turn, I felt your arm around my waist, and felt the heat of you
on my back through my dress. You were already hard, pressed
tightly against my ass. I started to speak, but you put a finger
on my lips and teased a corner. I licked your thumb, and you moved
your hand down to unbutton my dress. Just enough to slip
your hand inside and tease a hard nipple. I moaned and let my head
fall back against your shoulder. You bit my neck and ran your
tongue across my skin.
You slipped your hand under my skirt and inside my underwear,
teasing my most sensitive spot. You pressed a finger inside,
unsurprised at the moisture gathered there. I was startled
as you lowered my underwear. I felt like my knees would
buckle, but you tightened your grip and spread my legs to
balance me against the counter. I panicked when I heard
the rasping sound of your zipper, but before I could form the
words in my mind to stop you, I felt you hot and hard against
my skin, and a low moan was all that escaped my lips. You
shoved it inside me, and your breathing grew ragged as you
watched yourself slide in and out. You kneaded the flesh of
my hips as you moved, then reached around me to rub the top
of my slit in time with your strokes. I was trying to be
quiet, but could not hold in all the gasps of pleasure as
you thrust deeper and deeper inside me, your balls slapping
against me. You felt the trembling start inside me, and
the clenching around you. You felt the pulsing, the searing
heat and suddenly lost control, pounding me into the wood
and stone, spurting up inside me over and over.
The only sound was our uneven breathing and the whirring
air conditioning. You pressed your cheek to my back and
whispered, “What a view…”
Date: Mon, 02/16/15 at 2:29 PM
Re: The View
Wow. I am both shaken and stirred! Very, very hot!!