From: Kris 

To: Sassy

Sent: Saturday, April 19, 2014 9:01 am

Hey Sexy Sassy!

Wow!….quite the hot motorcycle fantasy you sent.  Mine was pretty “tame” compared with that…..can’t wait to see how ours play out…..if not on the bike…wherever!  Keep workin’ on that calendar…text me with a time to chat….if you can give me a little notice that would help too….so I can plan to be available…..  Mwah!  

P.S.—You can help me learn about your “pleasure points.”  I can see a man getting off having anal (obviously)–but a woman getting off with anal seems “fake” to me—unless it’s putting pressure someplace else “where it really counts” for her.  You can be my “guide” on such “finer points of pleasure”  ^_^ ….Like one rock song’s lyrics I hear on 101.7 FM sings:  “I got it bad, got it bad, got it bad…..for my teacher.  I got it bad, got it bad, got it bad……for my teacher.  Hey teacher!!!…I brought my pencil……got something to write on?”  

Mitty…I mean, Wild Kris…I mean “Super-Stud-Wanna-Be”………WHATEVER!

Mwah!  : ) 

From: Kris

To: Sassy

Sent: Saturday, April 19, 2014 5:43 PM

Subject: Mr. Mitty writes a script

Ok sexy SASSY!

Here’s a “Two-Scene Script” for the emerging exhibitionist in me.  It’s called: “Mr. Mitty Turned Super-Stud Goes to Town”.

Scene 1–Part 1:  

Mr. Mitty, having snuck out of his house under the cover of a lie to his wife, dresses in his “Super Stud” costume.  Black head wrap, sunglasses, black tee-shirt, grey hoodie, black leather jacket, black leather chaps, black Harley-Davidson-brand cowboy riding boots.  He gets on his brand new 2014 Electra Glide Ultra Limited Harley-Davidson motorcycle.  (Which he barely knows how to ride–and burned the clutch out in the parking lot of a storage area–before even riding it on the street with less than 2 miles on it.  Way to go–Super-Stud.  You’ll be quite the “bad boy biker”–once you remember how to shift the F’n thing without burning out the clutch.)  

So anyhow—-he rides in to town—to meet his new lover, “Sassy.”  “Sassy” has a few issues of her own–with what she needs to help her turn into “Super-Hussy.”  But we won’t talk about that right now.

Mr. Mitty asks “Sassy” to set up this scene.  She’s a really fun and nice person and a good sport–so she humors Mr. Mitty–even though secretly she thinks he’s a little ridiculous (which, of course, he is).  But she’s too nice a person to tell him–so she goes along.  “At least he’s not a monster,” she thinks to herself.  “He seemed ‘ok’ when we’ve tried a little sex.  But I hope I can get a decent fuck out of this guy–after all the shanigans he expects me to put up with.  Hopefully I can groom him into a decent lay without too much work.”  

Mr. Mitty asks Sassy to find a place where there’s a bench facing the street—where cars can park.  He asks her to sit on it and wait for him to pull up on his new Harley—all proud of himself and feeling very “studly.”  He asks her to pretend she doesn’t know him–when he pulls up.  

Scene 1–Part 2:

He pulls up, gets off the bike, turns it off and puts some music on.  He puts the music on pretty loud.  Not so loud so as to get arrested for disturbing the peace or seriously annoying people—but loud enough to call attention to himself—his studly self—-and studly bike.

The first song is:  “Sweet Rowena” (written by Vance Gill & Pete Wasner) played by Joe Bonamassa on his album: “Dust Bowl.”  It’s a fast-paced, kind of “funky and fun” song about a woman who lures a man into a relationship.  He just can’t resist her–even if it means “his house goes up in flames.”  Mr. Mitty tells Sassy that he’s going to sing along with the song while it’s playing–and dance in front of her on the sidewalk like he’s putting on a crazy little show.  She’s going to sit there acting like she doesn’t know him–but finds him highly-amusing and entertaining–so just sits there laughing at him while he does his little song and dance to the music.  Of course, people are walking by and smiling and laughing at the “crazy old biker” singing and dancing on the sidewalk.  It’s highly-entertaining for everyone–except Sassy.  She’s sitting there bright red in embarrassment thinking, “Oh my God–this guy is a complete idiot.  I’m so embarrassed.”  But because she’s so nice–she’s kind of trapped there.  So she pretends she’s having fun–even though she’s dying with embarrassment–and seriously wants to run away–but is frozen in a weird combination of panic, embarrassment, silly laughter and unbelief.  “How the fuck did I get myself into this situation?  Oh……..my……….God!  Lookat him!!!  I’m so embarrassed!”  OR….she’s strangely ok with it and as he extends his hand to invite her to join him—dances with him a little—–toward the end of the song—right there on the street—-with people walking by smiling and laughing at the two crazy people dancing to the music on the sidewalk.  

To actually do Scene 1–Part 1, Mr. Mitty is going to have to grow a bigger pair than he normally has hangin’.  He’s not quite sure whether he’ll have the stones to actually follow through with this first part of the scene.  Even his “Super-Stud” costume might not be enough.  But he’d like to give it a try.  But Part 3 of Scene 1 he knows he can do–because Mr. Mitty and Sassy have done it a couple of times before–and liked it and found it fun.

Scene 1–Part 3:

Mr. Mitty puts on a second song–a slower one that’s a little “melancholy”–but very sweet and romantic.  Mr. Mitty and Sassy start kissing and hugging and swaying like they’re doing a gentle, stationary dance with the song “Asking Around For You” playing — written by Joe Bonamassa & Mike Himelstein–from the album “Joe Bonamassa Live From the Royal Albert Hall”, London, 2009.  They’re still on the sidewalk.  People are walking by and smiling.  But Sassy and Mr. Mitty don’t notice them at all.  They’re “transfixed” now—lost in their own little world of sweet sensuality, emerging horniness, pressing lips, tongues, full frontal pressing, arms around each other, pulling in tight, swaying, humming, mesmerized, in a trance of building pleasure and anticipation……

“Asking Around for You” by Joe Bonamassa

If i get to heaven

the first thing I’ll do

before I meet my maker

I’m gonna ask around for you

all of heaven gotta know

your beauty ever true

I’ll tap an angel on the shoulder

and I’ll be asking around for you

I’m sure you’ve found a place up there

where we all can sit and talk a while

play some cards and drink black coffee

How I’d love to see you smile

If I get to heaven

and I’m praying that I do

It’ll be the first thing I do

I’ll tap an angel on the shoulder

and I’ll be asking around for you

I’m sure you found a place up there

where we all can sit and talk a while

play some cards and drink black coffee

I’d love to see you smile

If I get to heaven now

oh I’m praying that I do

It’ll be the first thing I do

I’ll tap an angel on the shoulder

and I’ll be asking around for you

I’ll tap an angel on the shoulder

and I’ll be asking around for you

(Smiling with eyes tearing a little.  Sorry, don’t want to weird you out–just thinking of you.  And this song is SO sexy, bluesy, slow, piano, saxophones, big horns, slow, sexy, deep kissing, grinding, pressing, pulling in, going in…….don’t freak out on the “L” word…I still don’t plan to marry you….and we still need to find out how it’s “really going to be” with the sex…..but this song is more like “making love” than just fucking…I hope that will make sense to you after you hear it….the words alone don’t do it justice….)

Scene 2

Sassy brings Mr. Mitty home.  He takes off his “Super Stud” costume–naked in her arms with no props…just the two of them–hoping “plain Kris” is good enough–knowing for sure Sassy will be.

Kris

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From: Sassy

To; Kris

Sent: Saturday, April 19, 2014 7:21 PM

I can’t resist sharing one more tune by David Wilcox… 

David Wilcox – Rusty Old American Dream (Guitar Greats)

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I don’t look all that ragged for all the time it’s been,

But I’m weakened underneath me where my frame is rusted thin.

And this year’s state inspection just barely passed

Won’t you drive me ‘cross the country, boy,

This year could be my last.

I’m a tailfin road locomotive from the days of cheap gasoline,

And I’m for sale by the side of the road going nowhere,

A rusty old American dream.

I rolled off the line in Detroit back in 1958,

Spent three days in the showroom, that’s all I had to wait.

I’ve been good to all who owned me, so have no fear;

C’mon, boy, put your money down and get me out of here!

I’m a tailfin road locomotive from the days of cheap gasoline,

And I’m for sale by the side of the road going nowhere,

A rusty old American dream.

This car needs a young man to own him

One who will polish the chrome,

I will give you the rest of my lifetime,

But don’t let me die here alone.

Just jump me some juice to my battery,

Give that old starter a spin,

Hear me whir, sputter, backfire through the carburator,

And roar into life once again.

I’m a tailfin road locomotive,

You can polish my chrome so clean

We can fly off into the sunset together,

A rusty old American dream. Still running! 

Rusty old American dream 

From: Kris

To: Sassy

Sent: Saturday, April 19, 2014 7:32 PM

Re: Rusty Old American Dream

Ok….now I’m am really getting worked up.  You surprised me.  I will definitely listen to these songs later.  I am under pressure and SO want to stay and play with you…but have to pull myself away to work.  It’s not your fault…it’s mine.  It’s so cool you found videos of JB to watch/listen to.  One of my favorites is on the middle of his home web page–with him playing with Eric Clapton on Clapton’s “Further On Up the Road.”  That was the first song Bonamassa taught himself to play on an electric guitar—at age 8!  When Bonamassa was 12 years old he used to open for B.B. King.  Anyhow, go towww.joebonamassa.com and click on “Eric Clapton plays with Joe Bonamassa live on Joe’s Euro Tour.  Toward the end of the song they do a serious duet where they exchange and mirror their playing.  Watch how Clapton smiles broadly in almost amazement at how well Bonamassa “mirrors” Clapton’s playing.  Since “imitation is the highest form of flattery”–Clapton’s getting plenty of strokes–and is fully enjoying it.

And I’m fully enjoying YOU…………..and HAVE to pull myself away..

I’m going to collect whatever your favorite music is and put it on my new “Nano Ipod.”  My new bike has bluetooth and I can stream music from the Ipod through the bike’s external speakers.  So start giving me a list of your favorites….

OMG…..I’ve got to go and don’t want to….YOU’RE SO FUN!!!!!!!!!! (and “Sassy”)….

: ) 

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