The diner

Dear Readers:

Twenty years ago I went through a hot spell of writing erotica during the summer.  I emailed them to a man in the midwest that I met on the internet, back in the days before the World Wide Web, when that was a rare and wild thing.  That man is known as “Hubby” in my posts.

Here’s a sample.  Enjoy!


Sun, Jul 10, 1994 at 12:23 AM

The diner 

     He sat on the high stool at the counter of the diner out on
Highway 15.  He travelled all over the world, ate exotic food
with sophisticated women, but sometimes he just had to have
good, old American homestyle food.  He could cook amazing
dishes, but had never mastered pot roast or meatloaf or pie.
So he ordered the special – pot roast, mashed potatoes and
peas.  Hmmm – better be careful to save room for pie.  His
mouth watered as he glanced at the freshly baked wonders in
the glass case.  He took in the people seated around him –
truck drivers, farmers, teenagers and a business woman.  Wait,
a woman in a suit?  She stuck out.  She’d taken over the far
end of the counter with papers and a lap-top computer and a
yellow pad.  She was eating the special and reading a paperback.
He squinted to make out the title.  Holy shit!  It was his
collection of erotic essays.  Yikes.  Then he remembered no one
would know.  He’d made it that way.  Made life easier.  But at
times he just couldn’t resist talking to someone reading his
stuff.  Before he could consider the consequences, or lose his
nerve, he spoke to her.
       “How’s the roast tonight?” He queried.
       She looked up, surprised and unsure he’d spoken to her.
He smiled and looked right at her expectantly.
       “It’s wonderful, as always.  Nothing like Bea’s roast.”
she responded, almost drooling over her plate.  He wondered if
she came here often, but knew better than to voice that hopelessly
trite question.
       “How’s the book?  I know his stuff, pretty good read.” Oh,
he’d done it now.
       She glanced at the cover and smiled sheepishly, adding,”It
is one of the few things that takes my mind completely away from
work.”  She sighed so deeply he thought he felt the air move around
him.  It made him even braver, or more foolish.
       “Is it the stories or the sex that does it?” He blurted.
       She colored slightly at his bluntness, then waxed poetic on
a subject she’d obviously given a lot of thought.
       “I think they’re inextricably linked.  At least the way he
writes it.  You get so caught up in the people and the place and the
magic.  He notices such amazing things and describes them so well,
the sex just fits right in.  It’s not jarring or forced like in so
many bestsellers.  I often wonder if they’re written by a woman, or
a man/woman team.  They are so tender, yet so…provocative.”  She
glanced up, rather non-plussed to have carried on so.
       He had nearly spit out the mouthful of water he’d sipped
when she’d mentioned them being written by or with a woman.  He
usually considered it a compliment, but tonight he was tempted to
tell her how wrong she was.  He didn’t blab often about that.  His
agent had a fit whenever he breached the security of the pseudonym
they had worked so hard to create and protect.  But he couldn’t
resist tonight.
       “I wrote them, the essays.”  He confessed to her.  
     Her eyebrows shot up, but she didn’t question his statement.  
That was unusual.
     She seemed to ponder her next question very carefully.
“I’ve always had a thousand questions after reading each story,” she
admitted rather reluctantly.
       “Like what happens to the people afterwards?” He asked.  She
was offended that he thought she’d want to know something so ordinary.
       “No. No, I meant, well, I want to know about the author.”  She
glanced away, visibly more uncomfortable now.  He sought to reassure
       “Well, I have to be very careful what I say, security and all
that, you know.  But you seem trustworthy.  Why don’t you ask, and
I’ll tell you whatever I can?”  He offered carefully.  
       She was relieved and accepted his offer with a nod.  The waitress brought
his dinner, and he motioned to her to set it down at the end, so he
could sit next to the lady in the suit.  The waitress looked
astonished, but complied.  The lady didn’t even bat an eyelash as he
settled in where he could see her, at the corner of the counter.
       “My real name is Nick,” he said, hoping she’d reciprocate.
       “Sally.  Pleased to meet you,” she added gracefully and
reached over to shake his hand.  He grasped her hand and had the
oddest sensation, as if he never wanted to let go. 
     They ate pot roast together and she asked him challenging
questions about his writing habits and inspirations and probed the
fiction/non-fiction line that always terrified the publisher’s lawyer.
She stroked his ego so guilelessly.  He felt ten feet tall by the time
the pie arrived.  She was frank and funny and had no qualms discussing
even his raciest themes.  She blushed a lovely shade of pink, but
that was the only sign that they weren’t discussing the weather. He
realized about half way through the pie that he wanted to take her
home with him.
       Despite the themes in his book, he was rather shy and not really
prone to one-night stands or even affairs.  He tried to pretend to be
one of his braver characters, a trick that had worked in the past, and
invited her over for a nightcap.  She politely refused in a way that
managed not to bruise his ego.  But it made her realize the lateness
of the hour and begin to gather her belongings.  He asked for her
phone number, but she smiled sadly and declined.  Maybe she’d see him
her again sometime, she offered.  He wondered if she was married.
Just his luck.  Now he’d have to eat here every night, waiting for
     She paid her bill and waved as she left.  He beckoned the
waitress.  It took forever to get the bill, which she pressed in his
hand and then ran back to the kitchen.  He looked for the total and
saw it was scratched through with these words scribbled below, “On the
house.  Tried to fix her up for ages.  She eats here every Thursday.”
He was dumbfounded, but pleased.  Nothing like a little well placed
help just when he needed it.  He plunked down a huge tip, and whistled
as he headed out the door.
       She wasn’t surprised when she found him sitting in a booth
the next Thursday, typing on his computer, obviously waiting for
her.  They had a lovely dinner, the meatloaf this time.  He gave her
one of his unpublished stories to read, and gloried in watching her
face as she read each word.  She made several comments his editors
would envy, then asked him some very personal questions.  He asked
her some in kind, and she answered almost everything, except any
clue to where she lived or worked.  It frustrated him, but he
understood her reticence.  As the hour grew late, he frantically
searched for a way to be alone with her.  As they were paying the
bills, she mentioned she’d be out of town next Thursday.  His heart
fell.  But then she added quietly that she was planning to eat
there on Tuesday instead, if he wasn’t busy and wanted to join her.
He clamped down his shout of joy, and they agreed on 7 pm.  
     He got up to walk her to her car, and took her arm as they strolled across
the parking lot.  He took her key and opened the door gallantly,
then dragged her into his arms.  He kissed her gently and lightly,
at first.  Then let out his raging desire for her in the blaze of
tongue and teeth and pressure.  He held her so tightly, he knew she
could feel the effect she had on him.  But in only a few minutes,
she pulled away, climbed quickly into the car and drove away. Damn,
damn, damn.  He’d lost his touch.  He hadn’t waited this long for a
woman since high school!
       He met her on Tuesday, and convinced her to join him again
Wednesday before her trip.  He never got further than a passionate
kiss at the car door, but he kept hoping.  She knew he was frustrated,
but pleaded with him to be patient, that it wasn’t him but her past
that made her so cautious.  He thought of following her home, or
nosing around in her briefcase when she was in the bathroom, but
knew that wouldn’t solve anything.  It might even scare her away.
     So they ate meat and potatoes and pie, and he took whatever she could
give, and gave her more than he’d ever given any woman.  He began to
think unprecedented thoughts like marriage, children, a house in the
country.  He kept telling himself it was too soon, and she wouldn’t
even tell him her last name.  He’d seen it on her card, tucked in a
pocket of her open briefcase – Sarah Rogers.  He wondered who’d
started calling her Sally, and why there was no initial.  But he had
not asked for fear of revealing his snooping.
       Finally, after nearly a month of homestyle dinners and
in-depth discussions, and kisses at the car, he sensed a change in
her.  She began to touch him more often during dinner, and even
showed up with a sexy story she had written, a barely disguised
fantasy about them.  She went much further in her imagination than
he’d ever gotten with her.  He was glad she couldn’t see his lap
while he read it.  It was good, especially since she admitted she
had never penned anything other than business reports before this.
He began to hope, really hope that she would relent and let him into
her life.
       One evening, he got to the diner in the midst of a terrible
thunderstorm.  He parked next to her car, and noticed her sitting in
it, head down over the wheel.  Probably waiting out the storm.  He
motioned to her, and was taken aback by the terror in the face she
raised to him.  He jumped out of his car and ran around to her
passenger door, which was open by the time he reached it.  He plopped
down and calmed his ragged breath, brushing the huge raindrops from
his face.  She raised a finger to catch one running down his cheek,
and traced it down to his chin.  He shivered uncontrollably for a
moment at the contact and the unfamiliar look of raw desire on her
face.  He grabbed her hand and pulled her off balance across the
seat, pressing his lips to hers and gathering her in his arms.  She
joined him in the dance of their tongues, and her hands were as busy
as his, teasing and testing the feel of his arms and chest and
     She pulled back again and he thought he might strangle her
for stopping when she whispered, “Come home with me.  Now.  Right
now.”  He stared at her, unsure if she had said the words he longed
to hear or if he had finally lost his mind.  He blinked and took in
her lovely features, then nodded his head.
       She gathered her wits about her as the rain slowed slightly,
then started the car and drove as if the devil himself was after her.
He pressed a hand to her leg and watched her, not noting the route.
He had no idea how long or how far they drove, but he wasn’t surprised
when she pulled in to a swank condo building and parked underground.
She seemed very nervous, but happy as she took his hand and led him
to the elevator, then into her modestly decorated unit.  The moment
she closed the door, he pressed her against it and kissed her deeply.
     They started to remove each other’s clothes in a frenzy, honoring
each new area of exposed flesh with a tender touch or soft kiss.
Finally, she took him to her bed.  They held each other tightly,
overwhelmed by all the dreams coming to fruition.  They both
realized this was not the time for pretty words or creativity.
They’d had weeks of foreplay leading inexorably to this moment.
They were both too close to the edge.  
     She reached over him to get a foil packet out of the bedside table,
 and helped him put it on.  He rolled onto her and felt her skin everywhere 
and his rock hard sex on her stomach.  She guided him
to the place he had wanted to be since soon after he first saw her
eating pot roast.  He marveled at the tightness of her, even
though it had been clear in their discussions that she had been
alone for a long time.  He waited for her to move, then began the
thrusts that would push them both over the edge too soon.  But he
couldn’t hold back.  He felt her body respond, and pushed deeper.
He lost all control and she met his every stroke, raking her nails
down his back and pressing his ass to her.  He let go and felt
the flow pulse from deep within him, into the thin barrier between
them.  He imagined it gone, and the picture pushed him completely
over the edge.  He felt her trembling and bucking, pleased she had
joined him in ecstasy.
       As the best afterglow of his life overtook him, he felt as
if a million questions he’d held inside had been answered without
even having to be asked.  He chided himself for assuming that
finally consummating their relationship would mean anything other
than another step in the long road of their lives, but he knew in
his heart that it must mean there was a chance for their lives to
be lived together.  Something he suddenly realized he wanted more
than anything.  He said a quick prayer that she would feel the same.
For the first time in weeks, he could wait to ask her.  He let
himself drift, with her head on his chest and their legs intertwined.
     When his strength began to return, he kissed her hair and she looked
up at him with a look of such pleasure and peace that he thought his
heart would burst.
       “Stay.  Please.”  She whispered as she kissed his neck.
       “Forever,” he answered poetically.  She smiled sweetly and 
they drifted off in each other’s arms.  Where they belonged.

Hands and Knees

Dear Readers,

If you’d like to see another post I wrote, click over to Advizor54’s blog “Free Advice is worth what you pay for it” to see what happened one boring afternoon when he challenged me to write a story about cumming on my hands and knees.

I thought my writing was ordinary, but he said it was hot and asked if he could post it.  I said yes!  Enjoy!

The beautiful and talented Stoya

Beech Day Story

“Hey Todd!  Ready to go down the trail?” Jerry asked me. 
“No…” I hedged.  “I need another minute… alone,” I replied.  He stared at me.  Jerry is a former fullback, hikes for the exercise and male bonding.  He doesn’t get the spiritual communing with nature part of it, but that’s fine.  He trotted off while I turned to face the view one more time.  My hiking pals and I had topped several mountains this weekend, taken in the view, taken photos, entered them in our climbing journals.  Now it was my moment to savor the beauty for a few moments alone.  
No matter how many times I made it up Beech Mountain in Acadia National Park in Maine, the view never stopped astounding me – rugged mountains, islands, pristine lakes, trees of all shapes and sizes… it restored my soul.  There’s a big flat rock I call “The Seat” in just the right spot to sit after those last tricky vertical steps and take it all in.
I sat watching the late afternoon sun, listening to the birds and the rush of the wind through the trees, knowing this would be one of the best moments of my year.  Little did I know… 
There was a rustling and I assumed one of the guys had come to fetch me.  The light was starting to fade – it was time to go.  I turned to see a woman jump up the last few feet and stand at the top with her arms outstretched.  “TA DA!” she yelled into the ether.  I knew the feeling so well, I burst into a big grin and chuckled.  I couldn’t help applauding.  She turned suddenly, startled, but she quickly smiled back.  She was breathing hard and I couldn’t help but notice her ample chest, her flowing hair, and the way her shorts accented an ass I’d grab if I were just a little bolder.  I stood up to leave and she ran over and hugged me!  I automatically hugged her back and we smiled at each other at very close range.  Beautiful blue eyes… I had to move or she’d feel how much blue eyes affect me.  I stepped back.  
“Isn’t this THE BEST?!” she asked me.  I nodded.  She whirled around, taking in the view.  
“Can you take my picture?” she asked as she spread her arms wide.  “My pals made it up and back awhile ago, so you’re my only hope,” she explained.  Jerks… I thought.  She pulled out her phone, swiped and pressed a button and handed it to me.  I framed her and she stared at the camera with the perfect expression of glee and I snapped a couple shots.  She checked them out, thanked me, and then asked if I’d take another of her on “The Seat.”  She settled in a very provocative pose, tilted her head back and I snapped.  Then I went around behind her, capturing the view and her hair flowing down her back.  I pulled up my camera, asked if it was okay and took a couple of her back and then her front.
She stared at me for a moment with a odd look and took a deep breath. 
“I want a couple of special photos… would you mind… um… if I… well….” she stammered, blushing.  I nodded encouragement, trying to fathom what would make her hesitate. It hit me as she spoke.  
“I want to…. take off my clothes!” she finished in a rush and giggled.  I glanced down the trail to be sure we were really alone, then nodded.  Before I could reconsider, she stripped off her plaid shirt, undershirt and sexy black sports bra, and was shimmying out of her khaki shorts.  She took off everything but her hiking boots… a very sexy image.  She sat demurely on “The Seat” with her arms crossed, legs together.  She gave me a smoldering look and I struggled to focus on the task at hand.  I took a photo with my camera, then a couple with hers.  She started to get up but my beast took over and I stopped her with a command. 
“Lower your hands,” I intoned.  She looked shocked but complied boldly, squaring her shoulders and raising her arms, so her breasts pointed directly at the lens.  She had gorgeous nipples and breasts that called to me.  Again, she started to rise but I pushed further. 
“Open your legs now… wide,” I commanded.  She gave me an impish smile, and spread so I could see her puffy lower lips and curly dark hair, so natural and different from most current porn.  I was hard as the stone she sat on as she splayed her legs over the rock in either direction and I clicked away.  She was into the spirit of it now, putting her fingers inside her, in and out, showing me her clit, her face twisting in ecstasy as I captured her orgasm.  She turned and got on all fours facing away… shots of her gorgeous ass and dripping slit from that angle.
Her smile turned positively evil as she faced me again.  “Come over here,” she commanded.  “Keep shooting,” she said as she undid my shorts and pulled my completely engorged cock out into the open air.  She kissed the tip.  Snap.  She sucked me deep… snap from above.  Snap from the side.  Then I couldn’t focus any longer, grabbing her head as she expertly took me from zero to over the edge in record time!  She swallowed every drop and stroked my balls as she checked around to be sure I was clean before tucking me gently back into my shorts.  I went to buckle my belt but she put her hand on mine.  
“Do you want some shots?  Similar to mine?” she asked.  I pondered momentarily… this was likely a one-time chance.  I flung off my backpack and kit and stood naked except for my boots, only slightly nervous as to what she’d make of my body.  She grinned and nodded, pinched my butt, grabbed my camera and hers and pushed me toward the rock.  I posed lying down with my cock straight up… never have I recovered so fast!  I watched her tits bounce as she twisted to get the best angle as I sat up and grabbed my cock.  I turned around for a nice ass and balls and dangling man bits shot.  Then stood to flex my biceps, such as as they are.   It felt incredible to feel the sun on my skin and watch her smile.  
She came over to hand me my camera, and thank me.  She played with my chest hair. 
“I wish we had more time…” she sighed.  I nodded.  I pressed my tongue inside her, tasting, sucking, then added my fingers inside her front and back until she came again.  I held her to my face… I was burning to pull her onto my lap and fuck her senseless… but there wasn’t time.  I patted her ass and pushed her away.
She dressed as I tossed on my clothes, then came over for a deep kiss and tight hug, rubbing from side to side across my cock.  She reached into her pack and handed me a card… “Send me those photos.  All of them,” she requested sternly.  I looked down at the name, the email… and the address of a business 30 miles from my house!  
“I will Laura,” I promised.  “I’m Todd, and I’ll email you as soon as I get back to my computer.  Oh, and let’s meet at McGeary’s next weekend?  I’ll buy you a drink,” I offered, naming a famous pub around the corner from her office.  Her eyes widened.
“You’re from upstate NY?” she asked, clapping her hands and giggling as I nodded.  She hugged me again and then grabbed my hand to lead me back down the trail.  I had the feeling there were a lot of special moments still to come with Laura.  

National Nipple Day

From: Mr Truck 
To: Sassy
Sent: Sunday, Jan 20, 2013 1:10 pm 
Subject: hi
Hey girl how are you doing. Watching any football playoffs today? I’m alone for a little while and was wondering if you had time for a short chat?
From: Mr Truck 
To: Sassy
Sent: Sunday, Jan 20, 2013 1:18 pm 
Subject: Hi again
Just wanted to let you know that it’s been a full week since I blew my load, my balls and prostate are heavy with sperm and seminal fluid. I’m dying for a nice pair of big tits to splatter my creamy cum on. Have you ever taken a facial blast from a man? I bet you’d look pretty damn cute with cum dripping off your forehead, cheeks and chin.  
Oh man it’s bad in this hotel because porn sites are blocked!!  I”m dying to watch some cum shot cumpilations. Maybe you can write me a paragraph or two that involves lots of cum…..
From: Sassy
To: Mr Truck
Sent: Jan 20, 2013 1:38 pm 
Subject: re: Hi Again
Yes! Call [Sassy’s Google Voice #] 
I had a panicked call from Mr. Truck – he’s away on business at a hotel where they block porn sites on the wifi!  Ha!  So I talked sexy to him until his wife got back and then sent him erotica.  Heh.  He was talking about meeting when he gets back, just for coffee.  and then maybe to sit in his truck and kiss.  And then maybe a hotel near me the third time.  He seems to have gotten the message that meeting him at a cheap hotel near him did not fly, though I didn’t say.  I’ll believe it when his cock is in my mouth… been almost 3 months since he first wrote to me!  
From: Sassy
To: Mr Truck
Sent: Jan 20, 2013 2:16 pm
Re: Hi again
See if this makes it past the sensors… only 45 seconds but yum… she is really playing with him.  Adore how his hips twist and how she teases him! 

From: Sassy
To: Mr Truck
Sent:  Jan 20, 2013 5:38 pm 
Subject: The celebration
National Nipple Day
It was a new holiday.  The online buzz was amazing… he couldn’t wait!  They were finally going to celebrate the new law allowing women to bare their breasts in public!  Freedom of speech… or dress or not dressing as the case may be!  Equality between the sexes!  Yeah!  Right on!  
He went downtown for the big parade – nipples everywhere!  He took more photos that day than he ever had in his life… big breasts, small breasts, flat women…some men, with the most amazing nipples.  It was so wonderful to see the amazing diversity of the human body! 
He wandered around The Common afterward, checking out the vendors.  There was a booth where you could pay them a dollar and they’d suck your nipples!  Sort of like the old kissing booth but wow!  He was so up for that.  He plunked down a bill and stepped behind the curtain. 
There was a man on one side of the divide and a woman on the other.  He smiled at the guy but headed straight for the lady.  
She was an incredible woman… looked like a cross between Olivia Wilde and Anne Hathaway… a sprite with a mischievous grin.  She was seated in a camp chair and waved him over and he stood very close to her.  She helped him take off his T-shirt and folded it carefully, putting it on the table beside her.  
She went right to work, gently sucked one nipple and twisted the other with her fingers.  He thought he would pass out!  She was very talented.  He let his mind wander to the last woman he’d played with…that gal from the online dating site with the hot mouth and talented hands and the tight pussy.  That was better than this, but this was pretty amazing too!  He moaned… unashamed that she was turning him on.  She hummed a bit, letting the vibrations drive him crazy.  
She switched it up, sucking on the other breast and tweaking the wet one.  Damn… he was harder than a rock.  She had to see it!   She stopped for a moment, took a deep breath and stared at his mid-section.  She grinned.  His time was up!  She waved as he left, pulling on his shirt.  
He had to find a place to be alone.  He was going to explode.  He parted the curtain and saw the line of lucky men and women, waiting their turn.  He gave them the thumbs up and headed off to the men’s room for some relief!  What a day! 

Volt’s present

From: Volt
Dec 12, 2012 5:46 am 
To: Sassy
Good Morning
Nice to see your e-mail first thing in the morning. I will send you some pic’s this weekend. I have a company phone that does not send text or photos, plus its one of those cheap flip phones that takes lousey pic’s. I will find my digital camera and get to it. I would be happy and turned on to see anything your comfortable sending me. I am not comfortable sending anything with my face either. I would love to see a pic of your boobs or your ass if your comfortable with that, I am already turned on big time at the thought. Maybe your toes too!
I’m glad to hear your interested in continuing, I only asked to make sure this was potentialy more than a cyber relationship, I understand your caution. I will be patient. 
I would think we would meet somewhere your comfortable with, public yet a bit private so we can talk without other people listing in. I will let you take the ball on where. I have a pretty flexibal work , so I could meet you for lunch sometime too. 
    I have not been talking to anyone else on Am so you are it. I am not a multitasker when it comes to this. I am getting ready to go to my 6am meeting so I have to get going. Would love to read more of your stories!
From: Sassy 
To: Volt
Sent: Wednesday, December 12, 2012 11:55 AM
Subject: Re: Tucking 
Good morning!
I hope your Wednesday is going well.  I am dashing to a weekly staff meeting but wanted to give you something to read.  
Thanks for explaining about your phone.  Don’t worry about the pix if it’s a hassle.  It’s not essential, and you probably have better things to do!  I’ll see if I can take some more intimate ones, though my courage is not so high right now.  But toes should be possible! 
Are there really women who only want to talk online?  I hear rumors of that but no one who has actually run into it themselves.  Not me!  Lunch would be fun.   Do you like pizza and burgers or ethnic like Mexican or Indian or Thai?  Can you come to my area? Would you be driving to a meet or taking the T?  I’d try to find some place easy for both of us. 
From: Volt
Dec 12, 2012 12:18 pm 
To: Sassy
I would be driving from Boston. A burger place sound fine for lunch! I understand if your hesitant sending me intimate photos, but you did ask what I liked so I thought it would be ok to tell;) If it helps you feel more comfortable I have alway had a soft spot for full figured woman;) I find them to be much more sexy and desirable. I guess we all have personal preferences. Do you have any  particular body types that turn you on? I guess you could tell from my pics I’m slim,6-2″ tall 200 lbs. I don’t want to pressure you to do anything your not comfortable with so please no pressure;) I have been planning on getting a new camera anyways so I will pick one up at best buy first chance I get. I also wanted to let you know how impressed I am with your e-mails and storys. I have been like a kid at christmas waiting to see if I have any e-mails from you. I have chatted with a few woman over the years who were just not interested in actually meeting. I guess its just a fantasy thing for some people. Thats the only reason I asked.  Hope you have a nice day.
From: Sassy
To: Volt
Sent: Wednesday, December 12, 2012 11:58 AM
Subject: The Storm
The Storm
How to make a thunderstorm less scary

From: Sean 
To: Sassy 
December 12, 2012 12:43 pm 
Subject: re: The Storm 
Hi Again
Thanks! Its very exciting to read your storys! I am blown away by your talents:) Do you like to talk dirty? I think it would be lots  of fun! I am having so much fun with you! Are you trying to tease me? Have to go take a cold shower;)
From: Sassy 
To: Sean
Sent: Wednesday, December 12, 2012 3:08 PM
Subject: Re: The Storm
Hi Sean!  
It is so great that you are enjoying my scribbling.  These scenarios pop into my head and I have to write them down to get them out so I can think of other things!  Dirty talk does not come naturally to me, but I know men really like it, so I’ve been watching videos and trying it out in small doses in my stories.  Are there words or phrases you find really hot?  I probably over-think it way too much.  “Fuck” flows easily for me, but after that it gets trickier.  I used “cunt” in a story last week for the first time…but it’s still a rough draft.  Women often hear it in a very negative way (on past bitch) but when used to describe a body part, it makes the guy really hot.  I still have trouble with slut, again because it is tossed around in such hurtful ways… but a blogger wrote a post about think of a guy saying, “You’re not a slut, you’re my slut…just for me… a woman who is interested in sex in a healthy way like a man! And that is so hot!”  That helps a little.  But there is still a lot of baggage there… judgement.  As a minister’s daughter, I heard the word slut a lot in high school, when I was a virgin!  It felt like the worst insult!  But it may be time to get over that.  I’d like to learn the words that set you off so I can do that.  There is a wild girl inside me who begs to come out to play and she is quite… wild!  🙂
Hmmm.. teasing you?  Maybe.  Flirting?  Definitely!  The stories are a sneaky way to say… here’s what goes on in my mind.  Here’s what I like.  Let’s be honest – the first time a couple is alone is tricky, getting used to each other’s style, worrying about performance and expectations and whatever.  The more we talk, tease, flirt, tell stories… the easier it might be?  And that can assure a second time that is even better.  Feedback is crucial.  Please feel comfortable asking me whatever would help you – I am very open and used to frank talk.  You have to promise to say “I like that.  More.”  or “Yeah, no… that didn’t do it for me.”  Or “If you’d go a little faster, that would be better.”  I try to stay out of the rut, suggest new things, keep it fresh, store up anything you tell me about what you miss, what you like, etc. so those flow into our play and make you want more.  I am out of practice but hope it is like riding a bicycle!  
From: Volt 
Dec 12, 2012 3:58 pm 
To: Sassy
Your a breath of fresh air, I am very turned on by the fact that your sharing your intimate thoughts and stories with me. Please feel free to tell me what I can do to get you going too. I always thought some words were off limits. I would never use the work cunt in front of a woman, but if it is used in a positive way and it turns you on the I’m all in. Like you said the more we know about each others wants and desires the better things can be. I do like when you refer to your most sensitive spot as a slit, something about that word does it for me. Maybe I can call you my dirty girl? I say that with no disrespect but with excitment and antisipation. To be honest my sex life has been kind of boring. The thought of being with a wild woman gets me very excited. I am very much looking forward to meeting you in person too! What words do it for you? Is there something I can say or do that gives you goose bumps? Talk to you soon
From: Sassy 
To: Volt
Sent: Wednesday, December 12, 2012 4:36 PM
Hiya Sean!
Thanks for the details about a meet.  It helps to think more concretely.  I’ll come up with some suggestions on a place.  I am definitely interested in meetings… I have lots of people to talk with online but I crave being kissed and touched.  Are you working the week after Christmas?  I have time off and that would broaden the options… if you’d want to meet that soon and aren’t tied up with family things. 
I appreciate you reassuring me about liking curvy women.  It is so tough because I never see anyone like me in the media except being made fun of… but I believe you and will take photos and see if I can send them.  I want it to be your favorites if I’m going to go there!  
My ideal guy is big and tall – 6’2,” mid 200s.  Tom Selleck?  That said, I pay very little attention to stats.  In my wild youth, I had fun with men who were different sizes – body type does not matter much.  I do want the guy to be slightly taller than me.  
You should definitely get a new camera or a nice phone for all the baby photos you’re going to take!  If it takes a little video too, that can be great for little snippets of first smiles and steps etc.   The sales are great this time of year.  I am lucky to have a nice cellphone… best thing I ever bought.  It kept me sane in medical waiting rooms, has a fun little camera and video thing for niece photos, and puts the internet in my pants!  I’m not big on gadgets but it has literally saved my life a couple of times!  And I had fun with food photos while I was ill.  Instead of saying “I feel okay today” I would post a photo on FB of  what I was eating – people would know that I was out and about and eating and doing okay!  I don’t cook but I make really good reservations.  🙂  Are you any good in the kitchen?  
I’d better get ready to go home.  It is so wonderful to explore with you… whoever told you that you are a nice guy was right!  I really appreciate your time and thoughtful answers.  
Hugs with groping!  And a deep kiss… just because.   
From: Volt 
Dec 12, 2012 8:06 pm 
To: Sassy
Thanks for the nice compliment. I am off the week after Xmas so lets do it! You can think about where and when and let me know as soon as you can so I can make arrangments. I have been enjoying talking with you very much. I’m glad your getting a little more comfortable. I am as well. I’m glad you believe me about my taste in woman. I can understand being a bit insecure about body image. I am a little insecure about not having a very big dick. I have never had any complaints and am fully functional, but having 5″ compared to the porn guys with masive cocks it can be a worrie that you don’t measure up. I hope thats not an issue for you. I have lots of other talents and am great with my hands:) You have lots of on line friends, thats great. I should branch out more myself. It sound like you have lots of great experences with that. Its nice to talk on the computer and I have had a wonderful time getting to know you, but like you said its nice to have some touching and kissing to go along with the hot e-mail thing. I am looking forward to the time off over xmas and meeting you will be my Xmas present. I will talk to you soon.
From: Sassy
To: Volt
Sent: Wednesday, December 12, 2012 11:55 PM
Hiya Sean!
Hope you’re having a good evening.  What time do you usually go to sleep?  You’ll probably see this in the morning.  
Eek!  This meeting thing is getting real.  I know, no pressure.  It is fun to think about.  My schedule is open after Christmas, so you can pick a day?  Are you still okay to drive here? Or should we do somewhere in between?  Or some random fun spot… Hmmm… so many possibilities! I am trying to think of somewhere with easy parking and great burgers.  Is there any place you know well that would be safe for you?  Just make sure it’s not a blizzard.  🙂  
Wow!  When I say you can tell me anything, you jump right in.  I adore that!  Don’t feel self-conscious about your size.  Makes it easier for me to deep throat, right?  The porn kings as big as the Empire State Building are so weird!  I’ve seen quite a few sizes and had fun with them all.  I got a twinge when you said “other talents and great with my hands.”  Yum.   
Today at work was kind of awful.  I am so glad to have something better to think about!  Thank you, Sean.  For that you get another story!  
From: Sassy 
To: Volt
Sent: Thursday, December 13, 2012 12:03 AM
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 yo.”  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.

Getting to know Volt

Ashley Madison wrote to tell me I got a message from another man!  For those of you keeping track, this is the 11th AM man I’ve written about since mid-September.  
Date:  Dec 10th – 11:21am
From:  Seasons1958 on AM 
Hi I liked your profile, you sound like a very sexy lady. I would like to get to know you more. If your interested in talking please get in touch. Sean
Hmmm… a generic opening message.  But the way things are going lately, it only had three periods, so I have a good feeling! 
I went to AM to look at his profile.  
Age: A little older than I am.  Whatever.  
Location: Lives a little northwest of the city.  Fine.  
Height: 6’2″.  Ooh tall!  Yay!  
Weight: 200 pounds.  Too skinny.  Eh.  I can deal with it. 
Limits: Something Long Term.  Yay! 
He checked random boxes – nothing alarming.  Said BBW’s really turn him on!  Wow!  
Wrote four original sentences: 
I’m interested in a long term affair with a woman that is in a similar situation.
Been married 25 years. the romance is over. I am looking for the excitment and passion that I am missing at home. I can’t change things right now, but who knows what the future will bring
I read it over several times.  Not much there.  Then I noticed that he had given me the key to his photos!  There were three!  All regular photos someone else took of him at an outdoor event, jeans and t-shirt.  He has a great smile!  
I decided to write back and learn more! 
To: Sean on AM
December 10, 2012 12:12 pm 
From: Sassy 
Re: Hi
HI Sean! Thanks for being in touch. You wrote a great profile and email – just enough to capture my interest but lots to be explored. It looks like we’re interested in the same things – friendly sex and not being back on AM for awhile! Sounds like it will be fun to learn more about you! Feel free to ask whatever helps you decide if we’d make a good match. Wouldn’t it be nice if there was a magic quiz that could predict chemistry? The only things that really matter are feel of your skin and if your eyes sparkle when I smile, but it may take me awhile to go there. If it is safe to email, you can find me on Yahoo.   -Sassy
From: Sean @ Yahoo
To: Sassy
Sent: Monday, December 10, 2012 1:15 PM
Subject: Hi from Sean @ AM site
I didn’t get your name? I can just call you Sassy if you like, lol. I take it you got my profile pic’s from the AM site. It would be nice if you could send me one of you so I know who I am talking with. I have lots of great stuff going on in my life right now. My daughter is due to have a baby soon, and my youngest daughter graduated college this past spring. I have a new dog and life is pretty good. So why am I here you ask……. my wife had an affair years ago and since then, well thing have not been the same. I am looking to find a long term relationship with someone who is passionate and excited about being with me. The same passion  would be reciprocal on my part. I have lots to offer the right woman and have been told I am a nice guy. It could be fun to find that out for yourself. I look forward to you response.
Take Care
From: Sassy 
To: Sean
Sent: Monday, December 10, 2012 2:29 PM
Subject: Re: Hi from Sean @ AM site
Hi Sean, 
Thanks for jumping over to email.  AM has its uses but making it easy to communicate is not one of them!  
My online friends call me Sassy.  Forgive me for not sharing my real name, but I like to stay anonymous for a bit.  It probably won’t surprise you that there are some strange men on AM and I need a little while to trust.  
How exciting that you’ll be a grand dad soon!  I don’t have children, but am a doting aunt to my young niece and was there at her birth… so amazing!  What sort of dog?  I am owned by cats.  
Thank you for explaining your situation.  Passion… fun… long term… those words resonate with me.  Here’s more info:
I’m 53. Hope you don’t mind a slightly younger older woman. I fudged a bit for security reasons. 
I’m well-educated, an office manager 9-5 and help with a project in my spare time.  
My friends talked me into AM because Hubby is ill and the medicines kill his libido. We’re great pals, but no sex in years.  I have his blessing to find passion elsewhere.  I had given up on all that, but spent last year battling breast cancer.  I am whole and cancer-free, but decided there must be more to life!  Passion!  Fun!  Lobster! 
I’m shy in the “real world” – that smart, curvy lady no guy notices. I’ve attached a couple of photos, though I am not a super model!  Are you the man who can see beyond that, check under the hood, to unleash the sassy gal?!  I’m want a confidante as part of my daily life online, who’ll see me when he can for a meal or more.  I read sexy blogs and look at… ahem… sexy photos and videos I like to share if it’s safe for you to watch.  Okay… most people call it p0rn.  I hate to use the words “conventional sex,” but some men want to be my dom or wear my underwear, and it leads me to say I like to try things, and know about options but I mostly want to be nice to each other.  I’m not into pain or role play etc. though I do like to keep things fresh, different positions, find what makes you soar if you do the same for me. 
FYI – you may see me online on AM but I am not searching.  I help friends with their profiles and answer if a man reaches out to me politely.  I have mostly given up after a series of strange meets.  But your profile made me want to try again.  If I am not the one, then best of luck to you.  If you are interested, feel free to ask me whatever.  Share more about you? How did you discover AM?  What music do you like?  What do you crave?  Are there things you haven’t done that you want to do? 
Hugs with groping!
Attachments: 2 photos 
From: Sean (Yahoo)  
To: Sassy
Sent: Monday, December 10, 2012 5:22 PM
Subject: Re: Hi from Sean @ AM site
Hi Sassy
Thank you for the very nice pictures! You have a nice smile. and a very nice rack!! I am definatly interested, like I said I would like to meet someone sane, honest,safe and sexy. You definatly sound like a very sexy outgoing person. Porn was never a big thing in my house. I would like to explore that type of thing if it were with the right person. I would love to share some of you interests in erotica. That sound better that porn. I have similar tastes in my sexual interests. I’m not into pain in any way either. Lots of mutual pleasure. I find kissing to be one of the most erotic things, at least to start. I have 2 dogs [breed specifics redacted].  I have a mean cat that kicks the dogs asses every chance it gets, the dogs are scared to death of the cat. Its actuallly very funny to watch.
I am an electrician by trade. I work downtown. I will tell you the name when we get more comfortable with each other.  Great job overcoming breast cancer, you must be very happy. My dad is battling cancer but hanging in there. I definatly enjoyed reading your e-mail. Hope to read many more. Look forward to talking more. Have a nice night.
[An electrician!  My first tradesman!  I nicknamed him “Volt.”  Maybe there will be sparks!]
From: Volt
To: Sassy
Sent: Monday, December 10, 2012 5:41 PM
Subject: Re: Hi from Sean @ AM site
Hi Again
 I was re-reading your e-mail and I forgot to tell you the type of music I like and what I crave. I love 60, thru 90’s rock oldies. The eagles, Neil Young, Zeplin  White stripes, John Prine. Maybe you can check out my I-pod some time. I think what I crave most is to find that connection with someone who gives me goose bumps when I think about being with them. I had a long term affair that ended a few years ago. Our schedules just wasn’t workiing any more. We still talk on line but never get together anymore. I am only interested in one woman at a time. Talk more later
From: Sassy
To: Volt
Sent: Monday, December 10, 2012 11:01 PM
Subject: Re: Hi from Sean @ AM site
Hi Sean! 
I have to admit… I haven’t sent a face photo before.  Figured I wouldn’t hear back.  So thank you very much for writing, and saying nice things.  I figure I worked hard for my chest, might as well show it off!  
I will send you a couple of samples of what I like in p0rn.  There is a lot of crap out there, but I have a modest collection of classy men and women being nice to each other.  My favorites right now are .gifs, the little animated 10-second photos that don’t show much but spur my imagination.  If they’re not your thing, feel free to say.  I can also send a story I wrote.  Short, simple and sexy… do you write at all or enjoy other people’s stories?  If you have favorites, share! 
It has been so long for me that the basics sound amazing… kissing, touching… I miss that a lot.  
So fun to hear about your pets!  We rescued twocats from a friend of a friend who developed allergies.  They arrived while I was in chemo, so they bonded with my husband.  But they help me on the computer sometimes when he is busy.  
Thanks for the info on your work.  Very interesting!  
I was very lucky with the cancer treatments – found it early and was able to work right through.  This may sounds vain, but the worst thing was losing my waist-length dark hair.  An old flame from h.s. found me after 35 years and talked me into getting the test that saved my life.  I couldn’t figure out why he’d find me at that point in our lives, but it became clear after that.  We never did much in h.s. but he convinced me to see if the chemistry we had as teenagers still burned, and it was incredible.  Sadly, he is military and far away so we can’t see each other but we talk online.  He encouraged me to find a local option.  So here I am.  Goosebumps, eh?  That’s sounds lovely.  Maybe if I talk about nibbling on your ear it would bring those on?  
My dad died last year.  He was with it until about 3 months before that… lived an amazing life. He was a minister.  Not the Bible thumping type, but the liberal, social action to help people type.  I’ll pray for you dad.  My mom is carrying on, blossomed into her own person, still driving and doing lots of church work.  Do you do the church thing?  I was deep into it until about five years ago.  I had to choose between that and my project work, and the project won.  
I’ve heard of all those musicians!  A woman I worked with years ago was dating John Prine.  Heh.  I mostly listen to Broadway show tunes, folk and a cappella so I can sing along.  But I can rock the dance floor (or my living room in my undies!) with rock oldies when I get the chance.  Do you sing?  Dance?  
I’d better stop before this reaches novella length.  It has been wonderful sharing today!  Thank you!  
To: Volt
December 10, 2012 11:43 pm 
From: Sassy
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…”

Little Marshmallows

Who is at the supermarket the night before Thanksgiving?  I was standing in the long line at the supermarket… should have known better than to try to pick up anything tonight!  But I was missing those silly little marshmallows that make hot chocolate and sweet potatoes worth eating, so I braved the crowds and stood in the express line that was not expressing.  I was perusing the National Enquirer.  I don’t touch them, just gawk at the headlines.  Aliens… weight gain.  Weight loss.  Zombies.  The usual.  Raised voices ahead caught my attention and I tuned in to the people in line ahead of me. 

The teenager playing cashier was saying…”it doesn’t matter.  If you don’t have the money, you can’t take the goods.”  The forlorn man was whispering something.  But she was shaking her hear and replying “No, no and NO!” louder and louder.  She pressed the light for the manager and we all stood there.  I noticed it was a very small turkey, 7 potatoes, a jumbo box of stove stop stuffing, a can of gravy, a few stalks of broccoli and a pie – a simple Thanksgiving feast.  That he could not afford.  He was $7 short.  

I noticed the lady in front of me.  Not someone I would usually notice but she had this incredibly serene look, as if she had a way of being somewhere else in her mind.  She was older, with a curly shock on silver hair, and the most amazing blue eyes.  Then I noticed her chest.  Very nice.  What?!  I’m married, not dead.  

I looked up and realized she had caught me staring.  I thought she’d balk, but she winked and said, “How much is it worth to you to get this line moving?”  I stared, puzzled, and she continued, “$5?  If you have $5, I’ll toss in $5 and we can get this guy out of here,” she suggested, pointing to the man haggling with the manager and cashier.  She waved her $5 bill at me and stuck out her hand.  I pulled out my wallet and found only $20’s but handed one to her.  She gave me her $5 and then leaned over to press the $20 into the man’s as surreptiously as possible.  He looked confused but then tried to give it back.  She shook her head and pressed it back at him.  He relented and whispered, “Thank you.  I… thank you, and God Bless you,” to her.  She pointed at me and herself, and he reached over to shake my hand. “How can I ever really thank you?” he mused.   “Pay it forward someday,” she told him simply.   The cashier rang him out and he took off with his bags.  I smiled at her for solving his problem and ours in one kind gesture.  

“That was good of you,” I said. 

“Best $5 I’ve spent in a long time!” she sighed. She smiled at me.  Such a beautiful smile.  “It isn’t often you can do that much good with so little,” she explained.  I nodded.  

She checked out and was about to disappear when I opened my mouth and out came, “Buy you a coffee?”  Hunh… not sure where that came from but it sounded like a good idea.  She looked surprised but nodded. She waited for me to pay for my little marshmallows, then we strolled over to the Starbucks next door.  

It turned out that she doesn’t drink coffee, but she let me pony up for a small iced chai latte.  I grabbed a venti caramel macchiato with soy milk and a shot of hazelnut and two dream bars while she found us a table near the restrooms in a quieter corner.  

When we were seated, I extended my hand and properly introduced myself.  She took my hand and told me her name was Sassy.  I puzzled over whether that could be her name and what her parents must be like, or some nickname for Sarah or Sally or… she was not giving me her real name.  Then I noticed that she had not let go of my hand.  She was holding it, examining it, and she said… “An office during the week… and dishes at night.  and the… woodshop on weekends in the garage.”  I looked shocked and wondered if her name was Sherlock Holmes or she was clairvoyant.  She leaned back in true Holmesian style and said, “You have a blackberry… only business men use those, and your hands have that smoothness that only certain kinds of dishwashing liquid bring, and there are is a cut… there… that means you were thinking of something other than the tool in your hand and made a bloody mess one day last month.”   I chuckled and admitted she had deduced correctly.  

I reached into my pocket, then reached behind her ear and found a quarter!  She laughed and whispered. “Ah… magic!” We laughed.  I wondered what I was doing.  She looked like she wondered too but was wiling to indulge me a little longer.  We talked about the man in the line, the other interesting people we’d seen around the store, where we’d be tomorrow for dinner.  

“Is this your regular haunt or are you visiting?” I asked, digging none too subtly.  She smiled again.  

“This is my neighborhood.  You?”  She replied.  

“Yes… very close to home,” I told her, suddenly realizing someone I knew might see us.  She figured it out at almost the same moment and let go of my hands.  She looked around and shrugged.  

“Will you be back here… say… next Wednesday night?” I pressed.  “Maybe about this time?”  She grinned.  

“Sure.  That would be nice,” she allowed.  “But I really should go now.  Thanks for the chai!”  She got up and was halfway to the door as I scrambled after her.  

“Let me walk you to your car,” I offered her my arm and we strolled into the sea of SUVs and mini-vans and Volvo station wagons.  She pressed close enough for me feel her breast against my arm and it caused quite a reaction.  She stopped at an aging blue mini-van and turned toward me.  I realized I was holding my breath… that I should let it out, say something.  She stared up at me, smiling, stroking my arm.  

“Good night, dear man.  Thanks for the sawbuck and the chai!  Next week if I can,” she said, and brushed her lips on my cheek.  I knew I should move, should make a move but I was terrified.  “Mmmm…” she sighed.  She wrapped an arm around me and kissed me full on the lips.  I was so startled, I gasped.  And she put her tongue in my mouth!  I pressed her back against the car and wove my fingers in her hair and ravaged her lips, her tongue, learned her teeth and nuzzled her nose.  Damn, this woman knew how to kiss!  She put her hands on my hips and tilted them until I was nestled against the top of her thigh and her ample chest pressed against mine. She moaned into my mouth.  I shifted and put a finger between her legs, finding the sweet wet spot!  The devil on my left shoulder was screaming for more, but the voice of reason knew I had already risked more than was smart in about seven directions.  I backed up 1/10th of an inch… but let her panting caress my face.  She licked my nose!  

She pulled away, dug into her coat pocket and produced a pen.  She handed it to me and held up her hand.  “Write you email address?” She looked at me and winked.  I dutifully scribbled my secret mischief email on her palm.  She made a fist and tapped my chest, then shoved me away, climbed in her car and was gone.  I stood there basking in a moment of possibilities, my body buzzing, my mind racing.  

Amazing what you find at the store on the night before a holiday!  

What If At Fenway

From: Sassy Girl
Subject: Fenway Park story
Date: October 31, 2011 5:34:10 PM EDT
To: Phil

In honor of the end of the baseball season, I am sharing a story.
You should be able to see it in your google documents folder online.
Or click here (link to Google doc) 
It’s locked so only you and I can see it.  Enjoy!  
Fenway Park 2009
At the stadium
I am standing in line.  I hate lines, especially to use the bathroom!  But it’s a necessary evil for women at big sporting events, especially one as crowded as the Red Sox/Yankees baseball game at Fenway Park.  So here I am, waiting behind about 100 women.  It doesn’t help that I can see the men going and coming easily.  Grrrr…. I should have known not to try this during the 7th inning stretch.  Everybody has the same idea!  I wish there was a woman to chat with me.  But I usually end up at games with a guy, and tonight is no exception.  Sometimes I chat with strangers, but they all seem to be with someone today.  
I am very lucky to be at this game!  The tickets are incredibly hard to come by, but my boss has season tickets and got called out of town.  He gave me one of his prized third base seats, looking right down the first base line.  He gave the other one to a next door neighbor’s 20-something son.  Nice enough kid to sit with, because he knows a fair bit about baseball. 
The line is finally moving!  I get to move up about 10 feet!  I notice a guy watching me.  Do I know him?  He’s wearing a Yankees jersey and jeans shorts.  Hmmmm… a New Yorker.  A Yankees fan.  Ugh.  He’s standing on the other side of the concourse, leaning on a big metal column.  Checking his phone.  Watching me.  He can’t be watching me.  Guys don’t watch me.  But it certainly seems like he’s staring right at me.  I look away, checking out the line, move forward several steps.  When I look back, he is still staring, and he’s moved to keep pace with me.  Maybe it’s someone I know.  But if I knew someone that handsome, I’d remember.  He has gorgeous shoulders.  I’m a sucker for shoulders.  And he’s tall.  With lots of dark hair.  Maybe his girlfriend is standing just ahead or behind me?  That has to be it, because men don’t stare at me, especially not when I have on a worn Red Sox shirt two sizes too big, a baseball cap and old jeans.  I finally get inside the women’s room and forget about him.  I finish quickly – got to get back to my seat before the bottom of the inning starts.  The game is tied and every pitch counts!  
When I walk out, he’s right across from the exit and still looking at me.  He smiles and moves toward me quickly.  I head off toward my seat, but he catches up easily.  
“Sassy?” He asks, saying my nickname and stepping in front of me.  I stop short and put my hands on his chest to keep from barreling into him.  A jolt of electricity courses through me at the physical contact.  I stare up into his gorgeous brown eyes.  I notice his muscles.  He seems very familiar, but I can’t place him.  He steps back and sticks out his hand and says, “Philip…from high school.”  
I could not be more shocked.  Here in a crowd of almost 40,000 people stands my first high school sweetheart… Philip… the first boy who kissed me in a grown-up way…. hours away from our hometown and many years ago.  I shake his hand and reply, “Wow… what a blast from the past!”  I don’t want to let go.  I haven’t had a reaction like that to a guy in years!  Strange… and wonderful.  
He smiles as I try to remember more about him and us, but it’s all very hazy.  He still has a beautiful smile.  I remember wanting to do whatever I could to see him smile. 
“I thought it was you… you still have your long hair…” he says.  I have it tied back and under my cap, but the ponytail stretches down my back just as it did in high school.  I want him to kiss me.  That’s crazy!  I never have thoughts like that!  I let go of his hand.  
“Great game, eh?” I say, trying to get to a safer subject.    
“You still a Yankees fan?” he asks. 
“Oh, no… grew out of that years ago,” I tease him.  
“But you are still a sass,” he retorts, chuckling.  The announcer calls out the next batter.  
“I should get back to my seat,” I tell him.  He looks panicked.  
“I’ll walk you back,” he says.  I lead the way and he falls into step beside me, chatting about the pitcher.  I nod, not caring what he says, just wanting to hear his beautiful voice.  When we get to my row, my seatmate is gone.  Philip whistles at the seat location.  
“Want to sit here until he gets back?”  I ask.  He nods eagerly and slides into the aisle seat.  I watch the game but he is staring at me.  I look at him and I can’t look away.  
“Are you with your husband?” He asks.  That makes me giggle.
“Oh, no.  He isn’t into sports, or crowds,” I explain.  Just then my phone vibrates.  I take a look and there’s a text from the seatmate.  He’s taken off! 
“I was sitting here with my boss’ neighbor’s son, didn’t know him, just someone else my boss gave a ticket to, but he’s taken off,” I explain.  
“Wow… I can’t believe he’d leave at this point in a Sox-Yanks game,” Philip says.  
“Yeah, well… kids, you know… they get nervous if they’re away from their video games for more than a couple of hours,” I try to rationalize it. 
“My lucky day!” he crows.  
“Won’t your friends miss you?” I ask.  
“Nope… here on my own,” he explains.  “I scalped a right field seat last minute.  Do you live in Boston?” he asks.  
“Yup.  Been around here since I graduated from college.” I answer.  “What about you?” 
“I live in D.C.  I am working there right now, staying up there during the week, drive down to the beach and the family on weekends,” he says.  “I’m still in the military, up here for a conference.”  
“I’m an office manager,” I say.  
“How long have you been married?” he asks.  
“Almost 14 years. And you?” 
“Just had our 29th anniversary.  You remember Sally from home?  Been with her all this time,” he says.  He takes a deep breath.  I turn to look at him.  He looks away, then back, looking sad.  “We’re separated right now.  Rough patch.  My kids are leaning on me to go back and I probably will.”
“I’m sorry…” I say, not knowing whether that’s good thing or not. “How many kids do you have?”
“Two – in theirs 20s,” he says.  “You?” 
“My husband and I… well it’s complicated, too,”  I say, wondering how we got so far into something so personal so quickly.  But we were always able to talk, say things we didn’t tell anyone else.  “I have a mean old cat.  He’s 15,” I explain and he chuckles.  
David Ortiz cranks a home run into the bleachers and the crowd goes crazy!  Everyone is on their feet cheering!  I jump up and yell and clap!  Wooohooo!  
Philip stands up too, but looks put out that the Sox are ahead.  He turns toward me and I put my hands on his chest, give him a good-natured shove.  He wraps his arms around me and kisses me softly on the lips.  It feels so good!  I should push him away, but I wrap my arms around his neck instead.  And kiss him back.  I don’t hear the crowd screaming as Big Poppy rounds the bases.  There is just Philip and me.  Philip’s lips on mine.  Philip’s hair in my hands.  Philip’s chest against mine.  
He presses his hand against my back until we’re close enough that I can feel him rock hard against my upper thigh.  He puts his tongue in my mouth and my brain fills with images of him putting another part of his body inside me.  My knees start to shake and I suck on his tongue.  He pulls me even closer and I stick my tongue in his mouth.  He shifts his hips against me.  All the blood from my brain rushes lower and I feel faint.  
The people around us sit down and we join them.  My mind is spinning.  I just kissed another man for the first time in 15 years.  Philip is holding my hand, but I don’t dare look at him.  I watch the next pitch.  And the one after that.  He rubs his thumb over my wrist and whispers in my ear. 
“I’ve wanted to do that for years,” he admits.  I am astonished.  
I turn to look at him.  He is smiling.  I am smiling like a loon.  I want him to kiss me again.  I want to be alone with him.  I can’t believe I am thinking that, less than 15 minutes after he shook my hand.  How can I even consider leaving this game early?  And going off with a man I haven’t seen in years?  I must have lost my mind.  
But then he always had that effect on me.  Chemistry.  No one else ever made me so hot, before I even knew what that really meant.  We only dated for three weeks when I was a freshman in high school.  He admitted he was in love with another girl before we did much more than hold hands in the halls and kiss in a quiet corner.  I was his friend for a couple of years after that, never letting on that I was pining for him.  
I turn back to look at the game, and he puts his hand on my leg.  I put my program on my lap, and shift forward in my seat.  He strokes up the inside of my leg.  I turn to look at him.  
“I never thought I would say this, but I want to leave here… right now… with you,” he says in my ear.  I shiver, half at what his hand is doing and half at the images his words evoke. 
“Sacrilege!” I chide him.  I turn back to watch the game.  The count is full… and the pitcher walks the batter.  I’ve lost track to the point I don’t know who it is on first base.  Philip puts his arm around the back of my seat, over my shoulders.  
“But you want to… leave with me…. don’t you”? he asks.  I stare into his eyes and nod.  He strokes my jeans between my legs.  
The crowd rises to applaud another hit and we stand up with them.  He rubs my ass and squeezes it.  I give him a very hot look.  
“Sorry… always had a thing for your ass,” he apologizes.  I smile at him.  
We settle back in and the next guy strikes out.  On to the 8th inning.  Half of me wants to leave right now.  The other half wants the game to go on forever so I don’t have to decide whether to leave with him.  
“Do you come to games a lot?” he asks.  
“No… I used to, but now I only make it about once a year, when someone gives me a ticket,” I answer.  I realize the incredibly high odds that I am here for the same game he is.  
“I try to see the Yankees once or twice a year.  I’m a big football fan,” he says.
“I don’t follow football,” I admit.  The Yankees go in order, so we’re headed to the bottom of the 8th.  Philip leans closer and nuzzles my neck.  
“Have a drink with me after this is over?” he whispers in my ear.  I look at him.  He smiles and I know he is asking about more.  
“Sure,” I say, answering only what he asked.  
The Sox go down in order, so we’re headed to the top of the 9th.  Just three more outs and the Sox win.  And I have to make up my mind.
Philip plays with my hair, twirling a long strand around his fingers.  I put my hand on his knee.  His turn to shoot me a look of fire.  I make little patterns with my finger, inching up his thigh.  He closes his eyes and sighs in pleasure.  Ah, what a game of tease we’re playing!  
The Yankees make two quick outs, but then the third batter walks.  The Sox manager trots out to talk to the pitcher.  The catcher joins in.  The ump finally goes out to tell them to break it up.  They all return to their positions.  The crowd rises.  The pitcher throws, the batter hits it right back to him and the game is over!  The Sox win!  The crowd goes wild!  
Philip grabs my hand, turns into the aisle and we run up the stairs and make our way down the ramps and out of the ball park.  He has a firm grip on my hand and threads through the crowd.  The entire time I am wondering how fast I can be alone with him, and yet I am scared witless by the idea.  
He stops when we get to to the street.  
“I’m staying in a hotel four blocks from here.  There’s a nice bar in the lobby… will that do for our  drink?” he asks me.   Oh, boy.  That is going to make it very easy to be alone with him.  I nod.  
In the doorway
We take off toward Kenmore Square, but he pulls me into the doorway of an office building and presses me against the wall.  His tongue is in my mouth and his hand on my breast.  I add my tongue to the mix and forget where I am, reveling in the feel of his mouth on mine, the sparks flying from his hand to my chest, the reaction it causes lower down.  I grab his ass and press him between my legs.  I feel like I can not get close enough… I want to be closer… naked… him inside… mmmmm… I want to keep kissing him.  But I want to stop, so we can get to his room.  
He finally lets me get a breath, and says, “I want you.  I’ve wanted you since I was 16 years old.  And I promised myself that if I ever set eyes on you again, I would tell you,” he blurts out.  I can’t believe I am hearing him right.  Mostly because I can’t believe he really wants to be with frumpy, old married me.  
“I want to go with you.  It’s completely crazy… I don’t know you.  I’ve never been unfaithful before, and I… well.. um… I haven’t had sex in a long time, so I don’t know if I know what do anymore… but none of that seems to matter right now,” pours out of my mouth. 
“I know you don’t have any reason to believe me, but nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen… I would never press you to do anything.  This is about both of us…” he assures me.  I can’t explain it, but it makes perfect sense to me.  I trust him.  I don’t remember much from our days together as teenagers, but I do recall always feeling safe with him.  And sexy.  
“Let’s have some fun!” I tell him.  He chuckles and kisses me once more, then takes my hand, leads me back onto the sidewalk, over the bridge and down into Kenmore Square.
At the hotel
I am amazed when he turns in under the red awning of the Commonwealth Hotel, one of the classiest new places in the city.  
The hotel exterior
We step out of the crowd and under the red awning into the posh elegance of the hotel lobby.  
He walks toward the Foundation Lounge, but stops near the door.  “Do you really want a drink?” he asks.  This is it.  In theory this is the moment I make up my mind.  But I’ve already decided.  I can’t say for sure when I knew, but I don’t have to think about it now.  
“No,” I tell him.  “I want you.”  He closes his eyes and swallows hard, then opens them again.  He touches my cheek.  
“Are you really here?  Did you actually say that?” he asks in wonder. I nod.  He takes my hand and leads me to the elevator.  
We end up alone in the elevator, and the moment the doors close, he presses me against the side of the car and kisses me, putting his hand on my breast.  I wrap my arms around his waist and press my hips to his…he moans and then the doors open.  We stroll down the elegant hallway hand-in-hand.  He stops by a door and fishes the entry card out of his pocket. 
Before I go into his room, I make one sensible move.  “Hang on… I need to call home.”  He opens the door to his room, and props it open, leaving me alone in the hall.  I grab my mobile and press the button… no answer.  I leave a message… tell my husband I’ll be late, ran into an old friend, going for a drink at the Commonwealth Hotel.  At least this way, if Philip turns out to be an axe murderer, my husband will have a place to start looking for me.   I take three deep breaths, go into the room and shut the door.  
In his room
Hotel Room 
Philip is looking out the window at Kenmore Square.  He turns and hands me a bottle of cold water.  
“I needed one… thought you might want some, too,” he says.  I thank him and gulp down 8 mouthfuls.  Not sure if it’s thirst or nerves, but the water helps.  We stand about 3 inches apart, staring out the window.  
“What a beautiful room!” I say, to have something to say.  He smiles and nods, like he knows exactly what is going on in my head.  He turns very slowly and pulls on the hem of my t-shirt, slowly raising it and taking it off over my head.  He reaches for me, undoing my bra and putting his hand on my breast.  He leans in to kiss me, and gives me a long, leisurely, deep kiss while squeezing my breast.   I have that odd feeling again, like I want him to go very fast or very slowly, all at the same time.  He turns away into the room.  
“I feel like taking a shower,” he says.  “Want to join me?”  He smiles and wiggles his eyebrows at me.  Then walks away to the bathroom, shedding his clothes as he goes. 
In the shower
I follow him, enjoying watching his body as parts of it are revealed.  I have a vague memory of him as an athlete in high school and marvel at how he’s kept his muscles.  It makes me want to touch him.  I started to tingle all over.  I haven’t had that feeling in a long time.  He’s already in the shower with the water running by the time I get to the bathroom.  He‘s whistling!  I’m usually very nervous about anyone seeing my body, but I shed my clothes, pull back the curtain at the end of the tub and step in behind him, whistling along with the tune.  He reaches out his hand to me and pulls me into his arms and under the water.  Oh, the feel of his wet skin against mine!  He has gorgeous skin.  He kisses me slowly, deeply… and I feel like I am going to melt into a big puddle and go down the drain!  But he’s holding me tightly and it keeps me upright.  He pulls the clasp from my hair and runs his fingers through it as it falls around my face.  
“I need to settle something,” he whispers in my ear.  “I can’t get you pregnant, had a vasectomy… and I’m clean, tested every year, been careful,” he explains.  “But I have condoms if you want me to wear one.”  I am touched by his consideration.  
“Thank you for saying… I’m clean, too.  Got tested and haven’t been with anyone… and, well… it’s all good,” I say, not quite able to admit more personal details of my infertility.  Which seems silly, given what we’re about to do, but it doesn’t seem to matter.  
He goes back to kissing me, and after a minute or so, he grabs the soap and starts washing my breasts, tweaking and fondling them in the process.  Then he works his way down my belly and kneels in front of me, washing gently between my legs.  He holds my ass and turns me under the water to rinse, then puts his mouth on me, licking and sucking.  I clutch handfuls of his hair and press his head closer.  My hips start rolling and I realize I have to tell him how wonderful he makes me feel. 
“You… you are setting me on fire,” I manage to say between panting breaths.  
“Mmmm… good,” he murmurs.  He presses me against the side wall, urging me to spread my legs.  He pulls my leg over his shoulder and shoves a finger up inside me.  I gasp as he fills me.  I can’t believe how fast I am soaring, peaking and losing all rational thought.  My hips are straining to get his finger higher inside.  I’m relieved that my insides still function… I am dripping wet!  He pumps in and out, then adds a second finger.  He flicks his tongue over my most sensitive spot.  My inner muscles clench and it’s feels like I will break into a million pieces.  I can’t keep quiet… moaning, sighing… thrashing… 
“That’s it, baby… cum for me,” he croons.  He shoves his fingers a little deeper and then is still as I explode, shaking all over.  I gulp air and he rises to hold me.  
“Wow…” is all that my brain can manage.  He kisses me and I taste my own juices on his lips. 
As my senses return, I start thinking about returning the favor.  
“That was incredible!” I tell him.  He smiles and presses against me.  
“I remember how you taste… used to lick it off my fingers and dream of doing it the right way.  Always wanted to do that.  You’re gorgeous when you climax…” he whispers in my ear.  
“Philip… would it be okay if I… um… do the same to you?”  I ask, not sure how forward I can be.
“Sass, you can do whatever you want,” he tells me.  
“I’m very rusty… so tell me if I should do something another way, okay?”  I request.  He kisses me, reassuring me.  
I shift slightly and move him around so his back is up against the side wall.  I kiss my way down his body, sucking on his nipple, twirling my tongue in his navel, then kissing each hip as it rolls toward me.  I take him in my hand, pumping gently, pressing my thumb on the sensitive spot underneath, testing, teasing… he watches me for a bit, but then closes his eyes, savoring the feeling.  I blow gently on the tip.  He shivers and worries his lip with his teeth.  
“You can not imagine how much I wanted you to do this… dreamed of you doing this,” he sighs in pleasure.  I flick my tongue around the edge and pull him up into my mouth, sucking slightly.  
“Ahhhh,” he says as I take him deeper into my mouth.  I put a finger underneath and caress him, going around his balls, then further back.  He widens his stance to give me access.  I run a wet finger around his ass, up the crack and then focus on the rim.  Round and round, teasing…then I stick a finger inside him as I suck harder.  
“Damn girl, you are…mmmm…. so good.  But you’re going to get… ahhh… get a mouthful if you…mmmph….” he tries to warn me.  For the first time in my life, that doesn’t frighten me.  In fact, it thrills me.  I want to do something very special for him.  I take him to the brink and then stop.  He takes a big breath, probably thinks I am done.  He opens his eyes and looks down at me.  
I smile and ask,”Do you want to come in my mouth?” in a sassy sort of way.
“That would be great, but you don’t have to…”  he explains.  
“What if I want you to?” I ask, twirling my finger inside him, starting the build up again.  
“Hmmm… wow… then… go for it,” he says, chuckling.  I suck him down into my mouth, and wiggle my finger inside him.  I pump him, up and down, in the same motion as my finger inside him.  He starts to breathe deeply, then pants.  He holds my head, and shifts his hips, fucking my mouth faster and faster.  I let up a bit and he whines.  I start again and his head tilts back.  I start to feel something different inside him, a pulsing.  I am actually doing it!  He is going to cum!  I taste the sweetness and he spurts into my throat, and I swallow it in a big gulps.  He pulls out and spurts down my face and across my breasts!  Wow!  He pulls me up into a bear hug and slides our bodies together, covering both of us in his juices.  
“Holy shit, that was amazing!” he declares.  “I love to cum!” He turns us under the water and kisses me deeply.  I can feel him hard against me… wow… never felt that so quickly before.   
“I don’t go down… can go and go,” he says.  He hots dogs it, sliding it between my lower lips.  I squeeze his ass.  
“I want… want you… your cock… mmmm…. deep inside…. me,” I tell him.  My brain is so addled!
“Oh, that’s definitely going to happen,” he says.  “Can I…we do it here?” he asks.  
“Oh…yes…can we?” I ask.  
“Sass, I have wanted to do this since I was 16 years old… I may not last very long,” he admits.  “I usually have more control but you’ve got me so worked up…”
“That’s okay… I am pretty revved up myself,” I assure him.  “We can do it again slower, later, right?” 
“Oh, yeah,” he says as he lifts my legs around his waist and presses me up the wall a bit.  “In about 10 seconds, I am going to be deep inside you…” 
“Mmmm….hmmmm… “ I encourage him.  My insides are twisting and he hasn’t even started.  Wow.  “Do it, Philip.  Do it now.  Shove your cock inside me.”  
He presses gently, then stops right at the opening, entering ever so slightly but no further.  I whine softly, and shift, pulling on his ass, begging… 
“Can I tell you a secret?” he asks.
“Yes… of course,” I reply, wondering what is so important to say right now.
“I want to tell you why I’m here…with you… like this,” he gets a little more specific.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.  
“Oh, I will.  But you should know why I’m doing it…what I am trying to get across when I touch you,” he states.  He presses ever so slightly further.
“I love you,” he whispers.  My brain won’t focus…but his words reach my heart.  
“I love you,” slips out of my mouth.  I puzzle over that momentarily… how can I say that to someone so soon?   It usually takes me months to say that to a man.  Then I remember that it’s been true for years… he was my first love and that’s not something that the heart ever lets go of.  I worry that he will feel burdened by that, like it means I expect more from him.  But he smiles and sinks deep inside me.  
“I’ve always loved you,” he says as he starts to move.  I wonder if there will ever be a better moment in my life.  I try to take in every facet of it… the warm water, the steamy air, the feel of his skin on mine, the sound of his breath, us so close… as close as two people can be… and then I can’t think anymore as he shifts in and out.  All I can do is feel… wonderful!  
Faster and faster he goes, and my body reacts violently, slamming back against him, my breaths getting more and more ragged.  Very quickly, my muscles start to clench again and I am shaking… feeling flushed… high… cumming again.  
“Oh girl… you are so tight, so hot… so wet… better than my dreams… made for me… mmmm,” he chants as he pounds me against the tile, my ass in his hands.   “I can’t… wait… “
“Fill me… let it pour,” I tell him.  And he does… the look on his face – I will never forget.  He slows and finally collapses against me… panting… smiling… kissing me.  I reach behind him to turn off the water.  He hugs me tightly.  We fit together.  We’re both in awe of what just happened.  I feel like a big piece of the puzzle of my life has just snapped into place.  But I don’t want to have deep thoughts… I want to enjoy his body, look into his eyes, hear him laugh and moan… more… 

In the king size bed
He takes my hand, helps me step out of the tub, then grabs a towel to dry me off.  I grab another towel to twist up my hair.  I look in the mirror, watching him work on my body.  I can’t quite believe I am here and he is here and we’re getting out of the shower having just… been together.  Wow.  
I try to dry him off but he pushes me out of the bathroom, makes a quick swipe and then chases me to the bed!  We’re giggling and tumbling together, arms and legs and hands grabbing… lord, almighty, this man is fun!  
I decide it’s my turn to try something.  I remember some photos I saw online of positions I’ve never tried.  
“I want to try something else…” I start.
“Sounds great!” he interrupts me.  I am getting the message that it’s alright to be myself. 
I flatten him on the bed, pull his knees over the edge and put his feet on the floor.  I put my legs on either side of his knees, facing away from him and slowly lower myself over his cock until I am sitting on his lap, so he can watch himself sliding up inside me.
“Oh yeah, Sass… this is good…,” he marvels.  I don’t know where this courage is coming from, but I like it.  He puts his hands on my ass, then reaches around to guide me.  
He sits up once he is inside me, pressing his front against my back, grabbing my chest in his hands, and bouncing me…in and out… mmmm… He slips a finger onto my clit, driving me crazy!  We fall over on to the bed on our sides, him behind me, twisting and turning up inside me… he can get so far inside me… Oh, my!  He bites my shoulder.
I am screaming as he cums… I have never felt so alive!
We flump next to each other, panting, smiling, stealing glances at each other’s bodies.  He holds my hand.
“Damn, girl.  You are wild…I like wild!” he tells me.  
“I’ve never been like this with anyone else,” I admit.  He smiles.  I wonder if I have ever had a bigger grin on my face… don’t think so!
My mobile phone rings across the room.  I jump up to grab it.  
“Hello,” I say, hoping I don’t sound as breathless as I feel.  I go into the bathroom and shut the door.  
“Got your message.  I’m headed to bed,” my husband says.  “You having fun?” he asks.
“Oh, yes.  Catching up, remembering…” I tell him.  True enough.  “Gonna stay a bit longer,” I say.
“Sure, whatever.  Enjoy!” He says, ringing off.  He has told me over and over that he doesn’t care who I’m with… he hasn’t touched me in almost 10 years.  I haven’t done anything about it, until today.   I will tell him about it tomorrow and he’ll be happy for me.   What an odd life I lead…
I go back out into the room.   Philip is sprawled on the bed, reading something.  
“Want some dinner?  I’m starving,” he asks, waving the room service menu.  
“Sure… what looks good?” I ask as I sit down next to him.  
“I’m getting the clam chowder and a lobster roll,” he replies, handing me the menu.  He starts to nibble my ass… it’s really tough to read as he does that.  The text swims.  
“Get the same for me,” I tell him, not able to choose any further.  
“Great.  That makes it easy,” he says, picking up the phone to order.  
“Drink?” he asks.
“Water’s fine,” I reply.
I wander around, picking up my clothes and his clothes, folding mine and setting them on the chair, then putting his on his suitcase.  I stare out the window at the lights of the city, and suddenly he’s behind me, his arms are around my waist and he’s nibbling on my neck, on that spot that drives me crazy!  I can feel him hard against my ass… I can’t believe I want him again.  He puts one hand on my right breast, and runs a finger down my belly and into my pubic hair.  I moan softly, as my hips press toward his hand.  
“They said it will be 30 minutes.  What should we do to pass the time?” he asks. 
“You know just what to do…,” I tell him.  He bites my shoulder and my insides start twisting again.  He shoves a finger inside me.  
“Burn, baby,” he whispers against my ear, flicking it with his tongue.  
“Philip…” I start.
“Mmmm?” He interrupts me.  
“I want you again… inside me,” I tell him.  
“Before or after dinner?” He asks.
“Mmmm…both?” He chuckles and turns me around, kissing me deeply, winding his fingers through my hair, with a hand on my ass, pressing us close again.  He walks me back onto the bed, flips me over on my stomach, pulls up my ass, kneels behind me and is inside me so fast my head is spinning.  I slam back against him, tearing at the sheets, thrashing and moaning.  I can’t see what he’s doing, but it’s almost hotter as my imagination spins out what it must look like to have his cock slamming to me.  
All my inner muscles react at once, squeezing him, trying to keep him high up inside me. I can’t believe how deep he can get this way… so hot, so hard… damn.  My mind is exploding!  I feel like every nerve in my body is firing at once… cumming… cumming… and he joins me, letting out the most amazing sound from deep in his throat.  It burns the moment in my memory.  I know I will relive these moments over and over.  
There’s a firm knock on the door.  He throws the bedspread over me, throws on a hotel robe and answers the door, tipping the delivery man and taking a bag from him.  

The picnic
“Dinner!” he calls out.  He sets the bag on the bed and sheds the robe.  I pull out the containers and spoons and napkins.   There’s also a beer in the bag.  He gets me a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and I spread out our picnic.  He opens a lobster roll and pops a bite into my mouth, taking one for himself.
“Mmm… delicious,” I tell him. 
“Yum.. heavenly,” he says, savoring the morsel of sweet meat.   He opens a chowder and hands it to me with a spoon.  He opens the other and we both sip the warm creamy soup.
“Wow… this tastes great!” I blurt out.  
“Oh yes… it’s real chowder!” He replies.  We look at each other and I smile, noting the two of us having a nude banquet on New England’s finest seafood.  
“This is the life,” I tell him.
“Yes… all my favorites.  I try to eat lobster every meal while I’m in New England,” he says, leering at me.  He leans down and sucks on my breast.  It’s all I can do not to toss the food and ravage him, but I take deep breaths and resolve to do it after his last bite.  
“Why are you smiling like that?” he asks.
“Thinking of ravaging you for dessert,” I reply.  
“Oh, nice idea!  How?” he asks.  
“Me on top,” I reply, munching on the cold lobster.  
“Oooh..,” he says, nodding his head as he slurps more chowder.  “We probably should rest a bit, digest…much as I want to touch you right away,” he explains.
“Sure…” I agree, wondering how long I can actually wait.  I finish eating and lean back against the headboard, watching him finish.  He starts cleaning up the containers, so I get up and start tossing stuff into the trash.  He smiles at me.  I smile back.  
“It’s incredible to be here with you, you know?” he marvels.
“Oh? Yes…it is,” I agree.  He turns on the TV, find the music channels on the cable, and picks an old time station.  Frank Sinatra’s smooth tones pour from the speakers, “I’ve Got You Under My Skin.”  How perfect.    
“Ah… nothing like Old Blue Eyes,” he says.  He hums along and and we lie back on the bed.  I settle into the hollow of his shoulder.  He puts an arm around me, teasing my nipple with his thumb.  My hips twist but I try to concentrate and relax.   I feel very comfortable, peaceful yet my body is tingling… angling for more.  
“It’s great when you show me, tell me what you want,”  he says.  I wonder if he can read my mind.  “I’m not used to that.  I like it, and being able to tell you things, do things…”  he muses.
“I’m not used to doing any of it… you inspire me,” I try to explain.  
“How long has it been since you had sex?  You are so tight… almost feels like you’re a virgin,” he asks gently.
“Umm… well… about 10 years,” I confess.  He looks astonished and shakes his head.  
“Did you take care of things yourself at least?” he asks.
“Well… no,” I admit.  “I just sort of, um… turned all that off.” 
“Damn, girl,” he whistles.  “What sort of fool is your husband?” he asks.  
“It’s hard to explain. But you seem to have turned me back on…” I leer at him, trying to get to more pleasant topics.
“Yeah, well… you turn me on, too,” he admits, chuckling.  
“At least you don’t have to worry about a jealous husband,” I point out.  He looks skeptical.  He hugs me.  “You deserve to be ravaged regularly!  You are a passionate woman!”  I am touched.  
“I wouldn’t have thought so… thought all that was over,” I admit.  He kisses me, deeply.  
“Don’t ever forget that I said so!” he commands.  I smile.  He smiles.  
He leans down and takes my right nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and his teeth.  My hips twitch.  I flip around and take him into my mouth.  He twists a bit until he can get his mouth on me, and we are at it again, giving and receiving orally in an explosive way.  I try to concentrate on what I am doing and react to what he’s doing… incredible!  I adore feeling his balls on my chin, and his tongue deep inside me… only in my dreams have I ever been so satisfied.   I can’t stay still… I am moaning around his cock and my hips are rolling toward his mouth.  Mmmm… he is moaning.  He shifts and pulls my legs up onto his chest and dives back inside me with his hot, hard cock.  I watch his face until I am lost in ecstasy, thrashing… twisting, slamming up into him.  He cums again and the sounds he makes send me over the top.  He collapses on me… and we hold each other as wave after wave crashes over me.  I can’t seem to stop… he has set me off completely.  Wow.  Wow.  Wow.  
As the glow recedes, he whispers… “Do you get the message?”  
“Oh yes..  you love me.  Do you feel it too?” I ask.  
“I think so… may have to keep being reminded, though,” he teases me.  He takes a deep breath. 
“I hate to say this, but I have to go soon,” he says with great reluctance.  “Meetings…”  
“Of course…,” I say, wondering if and when I will ever see him again.
“I’ll find a way to come back soon, or you can come to D.C.?” he asks, reading my mind again.
“Yes… I’d like that,” I tell him.  
Back to the shower
He grabs my hand and pulls me up and out, leading me back to the shower.  We gently wash each other, kissing in between, touching, hugging… and finishing much too quickly.  I watch him shave and he smiles at me.  I can’t believe how comfortable we are together, in the nude.  Not my usual scene!  

Heading out
We go back into the room, and toss on our clothes.  I feel as if I want to shout with joy or burst into tears.  I make myself focus on the joy.  I don’t want to waste a single second with him on sadness.  
“How will you get home?” he asks.
“I’ll just hop in a cab.  I took the T over but it doesn’t run right now,” I explain.  
“I have a rental, I can drop you off if you point me back to the highway,” he offers.  
“Oh… that would be lovely,” I accept, seeing a few more minutes with him.  
I write out my contact info on the little hotel pad, and tuck the piece of paper into his jacket pocket with my contact info.  
“Here’s my phone and email,” I say.  He smiles.  
He packs up his belongings, looks around to be sure he’s got it all, and we roll out into the hall, down to the lobby, then on to the garage.  He settles me into the passenger seat and tosses his gear into the trunk.  I kiss him as he starts the car.  He chuckles.  
I give him directions to my place.  We pull up in front and he whistles, more impressed than most people. 
“Quite a spot,” he says.
“Yes…it’s convenient,” I shrug.  “You can see my balcony on the top floor,” I point.  He looks up, then gets out.  He hands me out of the car, and presses me back against it for one last embrace.  I hold onto him, trying to store up images that can keep me warm when he’s gone.  
“I love you… don’t forget,” he says.  
“I love you.  I’m so glad you went to that ballgame, and spoke to me,” I tell him.  “Thank you.”  
“You are most welcome,” he assures me.  I unzip his fly and touch him one more time… he sighs.  
“Oh, Sass… you…mmmm….” he closes his eyes.  I kiss him and walk away.  He gets back into the car, but stays until I am inside the door.  I wave and he drives off.   
I don’t understand why the fates brought us together.  I’ll think about that another time.  So much has happened in the last few hours!  I feel so alive!  As I ride up in the elevator, I close my eyes and feel his hands on me again, his mouth on me… his cock inside me.  Mmmmm… there’s a man out there who wants to touch me!  Who loves me!  I am the luckiest woman in the world! 

Flash Fiction Friday: Mile High Club

Hiya Readers!  It’s time for a little break from the adventures of Philip and Sassy to play along with other bloggers on a fun project called “Flash Fiction Friday.”  I am popping my FFF cherry and trying my hand at quick erotica!

A blogger finds a sexy photo and challenges us to write a story of a certain length with a certain word, to wit:

The Flash Fiction Friday challenge for today, August 24: the required image is above; the required word count is 195-199, excluding the title; the required word to use is “...bold….”

I was in the office late Friday when my officemate rolled in with his suitcase, back from London.  He looked oddly cheerful, so I stared at his beautiful face and gorgeous shoulders… yum.  Yes, I have the hots for him, but there are some rules I won’t break – no sex with co-workers!  

I got up to leave, noticing his belt was twisted and he’d missed a loop in back.  And his dress shirt was misbuttoned!  

“Um… dude… go to the men’s room,” I suggested, pointing.  He looked down and grinned.

“Heh… see… a strange woman had her way with me midair,” he admitted gleefully.  

“What?” I asked, thinking I must have mis-heard.  

“Yup… jumped me somewhere over the Atlantic!  With people watching!  She was hot… great lips, perfect breasts…” he mused.  We’d shared an office for awhile, but I’d never heard the likes of this! 

What?” I repeated, trying to catch my breath… and feeling jealous of that woman. 

“Yeah… if I may be so bold.… she reminded me of… you,” he said, pressing me onto my desk, putting his fingers in my hair and his tongue in my mouth!  Damn the rules!

The amazing Ram The Sunlover tossed out this week’s version.  Please pop over there to see who else is playing along this week.  

What's kinky?

Kinky sex.

That’s the August topic for Prowling with Kat‘s blog chain.  When I saw it, I thought “Well… I don’t know anything about THAT!”

So… what is kinky sex?  A lot of people think my cyber sex adventures are kinky.  The only time Philip ever used that word was during a sexy chat in April when I suggested pulling a strap-on out of thin air (I’ve never seen one) and shoving it up his ass.  That caused quite a reaction!  

In truth, I don’t know what’s considered kinky anymore.  I used to think sex meant 3.5 minutes in the missionary position and anything else was kinky.  Now I’ve read lots of sexy blogs, and seen tumblrs and videos, learning a lot while making my way from there to

  • “sex can be FUN!” through
  • “ways married couples can have fun!” to lots of
  • “have sex with someone who’s not your spouse!” to a 
  • dom’s blog
  • sub’s blog
  • swingers
  • hotwives and cuckholds 
  • lots of people with ropes, nipple clamps and whips
  • a woman who adores anal sex and being fisted
  • a man helping a friend with her abduction fantasy
  • public sexual humiliation
  • a bi curious married man, and most recently 
  • a gay married family man who’s a top having sex with men who are bottoms for money!  

Is kinky “what other people do?”  Or “what I haven’t tried yet?” or “what the media get all hepped up about” or “what sex Hollywood shows the murderer having!”  Yes, I checked wikipedia and it has lots of interesting info but explains that “Because of its relation to “normal” sexual boundaries, which themselves vary by time and place, the definition of what is and is not kink varies widely as well.”

I’ve learned a lot and still have a lot to learn.  I like to read and try to understand, even if I decide it’s not my thing.  I am still relatively mundane, but don’t judge – you should do “whatever turns you on!”  And not worry about labeling it or classifying it.   Though that can help find you a like-minded person.  [Do check with your playmate(s) to be sure it’s consensual.]    

I often wish there was a short-hand term for “the kind of sex I like” but it is still evolving!   When Philip found me, he asked what I like to do in bed.  I replied, “I don’t know,” because it had been so long I had no clue.  Now I can go on for six paragraphs, but it boils down to “Men” and “Sex.”  That’s good for a laugh, anyway.

Due to the wonders of a long-distance relationship,  I don’t have sex very often, so my fantasies are stuck on the basics like “it would be nice to be kissed” or “wow…. I wish Philip was around to touch me.”  Different varieties of sex seem like impossible dreams!  

But I know you came here for some kinky sex, so tune in tomorrow when I give you a link to the blog chain and you can read where other bloggers go when they write about kinky sex.