Blue My Mind

July 21, 2019 Sunday
From: Sassy
To: Josh 
Sent: Sun, Jul 21, 2019 at 10:11 AM
Subject: A month of Sundays
Hiya Josh! Hope it’s cooler where you are… Boston is having a true heat wave and everyone is whining! I am enjoying air-conditioned splendor and thinking of you.

How’s life treating you? I can’t believe it’s been a month since I retired! I am loving it and keeping busy.

I found time to get my first manicure in forever. Thought you might like to see. The color is called “Blue My Mind.” Heh. 

Hugs with groping and my hand someplace special!


An interesting mix

June 30, 2019 Sunday

From: Sassy
To: Josh
Sent: Sun, Jun 30, 2019 at 12:09 PM
Subject: June tunes

Hiya Josh! Hope your June is ending well. 

You been behaving? Hope not!

I am enjoying my second week of retirement! Wish you were here to go on adventures and tell me the best parts of being retired and how to avoid the bad parts.

The past 10 days have been an interesting mix of doing absolutely nothing, catching up on chores around home, and celebrating with friends and family. I find it a little odd that people consider retirement a major event to be celebrated, but I am okay with free fancy dinners and brunches!

I made it through my annual physical and a visit with the radiation oncologist. Rolling along and feeling good!

Hope life is treating you well and you will be up north again soon with time to meet a bodacious buxom Boston babe! Mwah!


More mammories

June 17, 2019 Monday

From: Sassy
To: Josh
Sent: Mon, Jun 17, 2019 at 6:10 PM
Subject: My last Monday – more mammories!

Hiya Josh! Hope your week got off to a grand start! 

I worked my last Monday ever! Seems like the rest of the week should roll along now.

What is filing your days?

Here’s some Sassy breasts. Hope they inspire you!


[Full frontal photo of my naked chest and tummy and blue panties]

Cause and erect

June 14, 2019 Friday

From: Josh
To: Sassy
Sent: Fri, Jun 14, 2019 at 9:59 AM
Subject: So I thought of you

[photo of his very erect cock in his hand]
From: Sassy
To: Josh
Sent: Fri, Jun 14, 2019 at 8:15 PM
Re: So I thought of you

Well hello there! 

Oof… what a photo! 
It had quite an effect on me! 
If you meant to make my insides pulse, and my hands tingle to touch you there, and my mouth long to lick and suck you? Success! Oh my do I want you… close enough to do all that! 
Thank you Josh.

Mammary Monday

June 10, 2019 Monday

From: Sassy
To: Josh
Sent: Mon, Jun 10, 2019 at 1:41 AM
Subject:Mammary Monday

Good morning Josh,
Hope your week gets off to a grand start! Here’s a photo to get you going.

[photo of my left breast with an erect nipple]



From: Josh
To: Sassy

Sent: Mon, Jun 10, 2019 at 5:32 PM
Re: Mammary Monday
I’d climb that hill…and plant my flag.
From: Sassy
To: Josh
Sent: Mon, Jun 10, 2019 at 10:56 PM
Subject: Directions


It’s an odd little scrap of white paper with a few cryptic words scrawled in haste… the directions sitting on my desk. They point me south but won’t get me to you right now…but they may in the future.

They taunt me with their simplicity in the confluence of impossibility.

They preach patience while frustrating me with the unknown time to wait.

There is a promise in them – of possibilities and pleasure, of laughter and sighs. and long-awaited satisfaction.

They take me one step closer to the day I will tuck them into my pocket and drive off to see your smile.



June 9, 2019 Sunday

From: Josh
To: Sassy
Sent: Sun, Jun 9, 2019 at 7:52 AM
Subject: hiya

Morning, Sass,
I haven’t forgotten about you, quite the opposite. Just tied up upon my return. We’ve been hosting relatives for two solid weeks!  They took off yesterday as did my wife, who headed north for a couple weeks. 

So I’m here alone looking at your photos and singing a slightly altered version of “Memories.” (“Mammories.”) And pleasuring myself at your expense. Thank you.

From: Sassy
To: Josh
Sent: Sun, Jun 9, 2019 at 10:55 AM
Re: hiya

Hiya Hot Stuff!

Hope you’re rocking this Sunday! It is a gorgeous day here – my balcony door is open!

10 more work days until I retire! When summer comes in, I go out! It’s getting real – HR has scheduled my exit interview (do I tell them about my evil boss?) and they’re taking me to the fanciest hotel in town for my farewell lunch at Henrietta’s Table. I’ve been balancing the craziness of getting the usual done at work with the transition tasks… whee.

My community project is busy this week – helped two events. So fun to see so many people!

A new Thai restaurant in Cambridge – we went a bit nuts trying different dishes 3 nights in a row! It made Eater Boston’s Heatmap for June, so everyone knows about it now. 9Zaab Thai Street Food is cheap, fast and good! I adore a good chicken yellow curry.

Glad to hear my bodacious body can help your pleasure along. I was just lying in bed with a well-positioned toy, imagining you kissing me up and down and around while your fingers find those spots guaranteed to drive me wild! Thank you for providing fuel for my fantasies! Here’s to making them an even better reality!



May 25, 2019 Saturday

From: Floridian
To: Sassy
Sent: Sat, May 25, 2019 at 10:21 AM
Re: Sassy face

Very nice, demure and dignified, Sass, but a little too much clothing for my taste. But that’s okay, I’ll photoshop the head onto the body and fantasize from there. It’s hard, though, (pun intended), to mesh that visage with the randy and risqué personality I’ve cum to know so well. But I’ll try.

No real plans for the weekend. My wife went away for the weekend to visit other family.  So I’m here by myself wondering WWSD — to me. 
From: Sassy
To: Floridian
Sent: Sat, May 25, 2019 at 3:46 PM
Subject: The Fan

The Fan

He couldn’t believe he was doing this. His friend had talked

him into reading at Stone Soup Poets open mike. One of the

stories. It was for Valentine’s Day, and everyone was doing

it, but it still made him feel vulnerable and exposed. He

read and paused, as appreciative sighs filled the room, and

knew it would be alright. He noticed this woman, standing in

the back against the wall. Staring right at him. He felt like

he was reading to her, and that she felt it, too. He finished,

and a crowd gathered around him to chat and congratulate and

fawn and cluck. He searched the room for her, but she had gone.

He listened to the other artists awhile, but couldn’t get the

hazy image of the woman out of his mind. Finally, he slipped

out the side door and started toward the train. She spoke as

he passed, startling him.

“Your story was…special. It touched me.” She almost

whispered into the night air.

“Thank you,” he said, automatically. Brilliant. He tried

to make out her face in the dim light of the street lamp.

“It made me…want to know you,” she sighed, almost as if

she hadn’t wanted to admit it. He was sure his mouth hung open at

that point. He remembered himself in a few seconds, and decided to

be flip.

“So, what did you want to know?” He quipped, not really

expecting her to answer. She looked away, then surprised him.

“What it would be like to inspire you.” He gulped in air.

There didn’t seem to be enough air to fill his burning lungs. He

realized that somehow, in the last minute, something had passed

between them. It scared him, but drew him to her.

“Can I walk you to the train?” He asked her. She seemed

to consider it carefully, then stepped forward and took his arm in

silent acceptance. He felt her breast against his arm and wondered

if he could remember how to walk. He managed. He thought she would

ask him mundane questions, quiz him about his story or his life. She

was silent, seemingly deep in thought, walking in step with him.

He wanted to see her face, but she was beside him so he could

only take in her long hair, swinging around her, and how she seemed

just the right height to walk with him, and how her chest moved with

each step. They passed a pottery shop and she paused briefly to

glance at the brightly colored bowls. Suddenly, she yanked him into

the dark doorway, and pressed him against the stone of the building.

He felt the cold against his back, then the heat of her in front,

as she wiggled to fit her body to his. Then she put her lips within

a hair of his, and stopped. This seemed to be quite a distance for

her initiative to take her, but not quite there.

He cursed the lack of light. He couldn’t see her eyes. But

it didn’t seem to matter, he was taking her invitation and sinking

his tongue into her mouth before he realized he’d decided to do it.

He felt as hard as the stone against his back, and knew she felt it

too by the breath she took when he raised his head momentarily. She

worked her hand under his shirt, and put his hand on her breast.

They teased each other’s nipples, nipping at necks and ears and noses.

Smiling into each other’s mouths as their breathing raged out of


This was crazy. He didn’t know this woman. He knew

nothing except she liked his writing, that she had understood

the call in it. And that she felt so right in his arms. It

was nuts, but it made sense to him. He’d find out the other

stuff later, if it became important. He was startled back to

the present by her hand at his belt. Oh, my god.

She stopped for a moment, took a deep breath and

whispered in his ear.

“I don’t…I mean, I haven’t…ever…without…” she

couldn’t seem to say it, but he knew she was trying to justify

this wildfire burning between two strangers in a dark doorway.

“I know,” he murmured, hugging her even closer. That

seemed to settle it. She undid his belt, and slipped her hand

inside his clothes to touch him. He thought he’d pass out.

She rubbed him just the right way for longer than he thought

he could endure. He knew he should be touching her, but could

not summon the brain power beyond savoring her touch. She

removed one hand to her pocket, he heard a rip, then she was

taking his sex from his pants, and covering it with latex,

and leading him to a ledge deeper in the doorway. She stretched

out on the stone, and pulled him down over her, into her.

The combination of the time and place and strangeness and the latex

set him off almost immediately. He pounded her into the stone,

without thought of her soft body. She met his every thrust,

moaning in his ear. He felt the pulsing, the searing heat, and

filled the plastic, thinking of filling her. She clenched him

deep inside. His mind clung to every detail as he realized he

would desperately need to write about this later.

They clung to one another forever. Then sat close to

each other on the ledge as they righted their clothes. There

seemed to be so much to say, and yet nowhere to start. He

finally took her arm, and they continued toward the train. He

thought he should be panicking, but couldn’t get beyond the

amazing afterglow. When they reached the platform, he expected

her to disappear like the dream she seemed to him. She chewed

her lip. He feasted on seeing her in the light.

“I need to know more.” She whispered, a pleading look

on her face.

“Yes.” It was all he could say. It seemed enough.

“Take me home with you.”


“Let me inspire you.”

He moaned and rolled his eyes. Then the train rumbled

into the station and they boarded locked arm in arm.


From: Sassy
To: Floridian
Sent: Sat, May 25, 2019 at 3:54 PM

Re: Sassy face

Hiya Josh!

Demure and dignified… that is the image everyone sees when they look at me. I trust you will dig deeper and find the sassy interior and explore how it meshes with the exterior.

I usually don’t want to give away all my full frontal glories before meeting someone… leave something to be discovered? But I might be convinced.

You are on your own this weekend? Hmmm… you may want to call me and let me entertain you with stories and sexy banter.

What would you like done by a Sassy woman? Here is a sexy menu:
1) Do you crave cuddling on the couch?
2) A massage that goes off track into sexy territory?
3) A striptease where you get to touch the skin as it is exposed?
4) A wet and wild shower of cleaning and getting dirty and cleaning some more?
5) A walk in the woods with stops along the way to touch and taste each other?

I sent you another snippet of erotic fiction to spice up your afternoon. Enjoy!


Unleashed Sassy

May 24, 2019 Friday

From: Sassy
To: Floridian
Sent: Fri, May 24, 2019 at 7:55 PM
Subject: Sassy face

Hiya Josh! Thanks for the awesome photo! That’s quite some bling in the foreground. You are a handsome man! Why did you shave?

Your belt buckle caught my eye… my mind spun a scenario of my fingers undoing it… heh. I tested out ideas about you lying on a bed or sitting in a chair or in the shower and the angles I’d need to suck and lick and squeeze… oh my you have unleashed Sassy in a big way!

I owe you a face photo, so I will be brave and send you one I took sitting in my car last week. If you put it on your dart board, don’t tell me!

I was “working at home” today. I usually get more work done at home than when I’m in the office but not today. The cleaners appeared at 7:30 am so I was out the door to try a cafe in Somerville, the 3 Little Figs. I ran into the Mayor! I hung out at Starbucks down the road while I got my car detailed, then took Hubby to Micro Center to do a computer errand. Do I know how to live it up or what? While I sat in the car I wondered about your hands… on my body.

Any fun plans for the long weekend? Tomorrow, I’m hoping to make sure everything transferred to my new laptop. Sunday I’m doing the usual brunch with my older sister and her beau – trying the Plough & Stars in Cambridge. Monday I have a team meeting for the next project I’m working on.  And maybe dinner out with Hubby and a lady friend of his.

I was fantasizing about you deciding to move back up here for the summer. To be near the grandchildren. And go to more baseball games. And enjoy the cooler weather. Hmmm…mmm. Ha!

Hugs with groping and kisses down the side of your neck and out onto your shoulder!


[photo – selfie of me sitting in my car with silver hair down, a silk floral scarf and blue top]

Whirlwind flirtation

May 23, 2019 Thursday

From: Sassy
To: Floridian
Sent: Thu, May 23, 2019 at 12:24 PM
Re: Showers

Hiya Josh! Did you fly off into the sun? Hope you are settling back into the FL days and recovered from your wacky weekend.

My boss is away and I’ve caught up momentarily on retirement transition chores, so I am enjoying reading your words and staring at a certain photo during lunch.

Keep misbehaving!



From: Floridian

To: Sassy
Sent: Fri, May 24, 2019 at 2:37 PM
Re: Showers

Well, now, Sass, that was a breathtaking whirlwind flirtation. I’m still kicking myself in the ass for passing up on the opportunity to get naked with you Sunday. Sometimes, I just think too much for my own good. It wasn’t a need to balance my actions with any inner moral compass. I have no problem bedding you and devouring you. It was more a knowledge that I try to fit too much into a finite timeframe for my own good and worried that peak performance would be valleyed. But come Sunday night, if I had factored in the delay, I was ready, willing, and more than able. I just piss me off sometimes. I would have relished the chance to explore every inch of that big beautiful body in the shower, standing up, laying down, in bed, on the floor, in the chair, hanging out the window, you name it. But it will happen.

Thought you might appreciate a more G-rate pic, fairly recent as you can tell by the presence of a World Series trophy which they didn’t start getting until this century. I rubbed out my colleague’s face just for her privacy. My beard is also now gone but even though it’s a goofy smile, I wanted you to see the length of what you’re dealing with. You’ll have to go up on me.
[photo of him in a white shirt and tie with a much-shorter colleague standing behind the golden baseball trophy]