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From: Truck
To: Sassy
Sent: Monday, December 24, 2012 1:21 PM
Subject: Hi

Was thinking about you and remembering you mentioned wanting to lay on the bed, on your back with your head hanging over the edge of the bed. I’d watch you play with yourself then come over and dangle my cock & balls in your face, let you feast on them until I instinctively begin slowly pumping your mouth while holding your tits…

Hey I know you’ve been busy but you haven’t really responded at all to any of my last 3 hot messages. Throw me a bone after Xmas!



From: Sassy
To: Truck
Dec 24, 2012 7:19 pm

Hiya Stan!

Happy Christmas Eve! How are you this fine Monday?

Sorry for the delay…. was out and about all yesterday… got to see “The Hobbit!” It was so good to be back in that world again. Then we had an amazing Chinese/Japanese/Korean lunch in the wilds of Malden. And I had to ferry Hubby around to finish his shopping! I was thinking of you…

Here is my valiant attempt to respond to four emails at once! Whee! Fasten your seat belt!

1) Blue panties – So glad you liked them. It takes a lot of courage to send these photos! Sometimes the demure ones… just a belly button, or a hand, can be very sexy. But I use up all my brave-ons sending them and have a tough time writing so much after that… feel like I am pestering you. I’ll try to get over that.

Seems there was a promise of evidence of what happens between your legs when you view such photos? Sassy adores such photos! Very nice to know she makes a man… smile.

2) Hotels – It feels like tempting fate to think about hotels before you’ve seen me. But it is fun to think about it with you! If it has free parking, a clean bed and you, not much else matters. Do any of them have thick walls? 🙂 My parents stayed in hotels here.. so I’ve been inside the Holiday Inn in Somerville, the Homeward Suites on Mass Ave. in Arlington (which is perhaps the one you mentioned) and several in random spots like the Good Harbor Inn in Gloucester! All good. I’ve been wondering about the La Quinta behind the Assembly Square Mall in Somerville. It has very reasonable rates.

3) It’s really not fair to tell me you are sleeping naked when I can’t sneak in and play! I’ve been looking at very sexy photos of you, trying to decide what I’d like to do to that beautiful body of yours. But I can’t choose! I project us into each sexy photo I see and sit here thinking…. “Oral… oh yes!” “Mmmm… doggie style…woof.” and then “hand job? Yup yup…” It is so wonderful to have someone who inspires me, who makes me feel like it would be okay to say I want to do all that… and have you do what you want!

4) The edge of the bed with your cock down my throat balls deep… yes please! For a start…

So should I pick you up at the airport? 🙂


From: Sassy
To: Mr Truck
Dec 24, 2012 7:20 pm

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: Mr Truck
To: Sassy
Sent: Monday, December 24, 2012 10:25 PM
Subject: Hi

Splendid my dear, made my Xmas eve!

Merry Christmas!

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