Drunk girl at the party

Alcohol makes my life so much easier. My target drinking like there is no tomorrow. Downing every drink I get her with zest.
When you think she has had enough. Get her another drink. You cringe a bit when she flashes yet more skin. Because you are close to talking her into leaving with you. But trying to get her to settle down a bit. A huge college party; but you don't want people to remember her. Or especially you with her.
Finally she agrees to leave with you. Finally some sense of lust has made in through her clouded brain. You take her to her apartment and seduced her in every traditional way. Everything has gone your way. Hers too as a matter of fact. She lays there in her intoxicated orgasmic dreamlike state and barely notices you roping her wrists and ankles. It's funny how being bound, on your knees, and being gagged by basicly a stranger tends to sober a girl up. She plays it cool though...like its a game. Still I see her pulling at the cords that bind her. Perhaps thinking this is no longer a game. Fight all you want baby. It's my turn.
This one was quite the little rebel. Fighting me with as much energy as she did downing all those drinks. Still she broke and broke hard as her body, despite her violent objections, twisted in orgasm over and over again. Her screams of pleasure well muffled from anyone but me to enjoy.

She lays in her bed quite still now. She is roped in a way purposely where she will be free with ten minutes and just the right amount of struggling. I'll be long gone by then. Never to return to her or perhaps even the city I was in.My conscience will be clear in that before we left the party I told her exactly what I would do to her.
She would remember that before she thinks of calling the police. Or perhaps she would think of the possiblity of me coming back with anger in my ropes instead of lust. Either way we will never revisit each other again. Better that way I suppose.

Improvise

No stories today...just some delicious thought. Some advice to some. For your special someone who is into bondage try this. Go to your local thrift store; Salvation Army store...whatever. One can usually find men's neckties and only one or two dollars a piece. So soft...plenty of length...and perfect for restraining that special someone at a fraction of the cost that silly adult toy store "kits" cost. Men; play your cards right and you can pretend that they are actually ties you really wear and suggest using them on her. She may like the thought that you are ruining your wardrobe for the purpose of pleasure. Your secret will be safe with me.

Tanning Story

I was thrilled when I called the tanning salon that I had joined only yesterday and the salesgirl who had brought me aboard answered the phone. It was blind luck that she was there two hours before their opening time. My motives were not quite what I told her....but she agreed to let me in an hour early for a tanning session anyways. Sure, I was pressed for time that day, and dearly wanted my skin darker for an upcoming Mexican vacation. But, also being alone with her tingled my skin much more than any tanning lamps.

I knocked on the door and smiled when she let me in. She was a perfect specimen of a woman. A perfect ten as well as a perfect tan. Petite, athletic, but with lucious curves in just the right places.

I told her I was interested in the stand up tanning booth today. Also, thanked again for letting me sneak in early. Oh....what I wouldn't give to sneak in her early I thought. She was so nice to me. My ego allowed me to think I had a chance with her. Pasty white yes, but I keep myself in shape and take care of myself. Decent enough looks and the body that did show the benefits that four quality days a week in a gym can do.

She let me into the stand up tanning booth. Huge...even a little place to hang up one's clothes. I decided to go for broke and pretended I was having problems with the machine. I asked her to help me and wrapped a towel around my waist before asking her to come inside to explain some of the machine's settings. I closed the door of the booth behind us and didn't even hear a word she said as she explained some of the buttons on her blue lit gizmo. She was so god damn beautiful. She ended her pitch and was about to leave when I asked her if it would be improper for her to spread some lotion on my back. I explained how my first session the previous day had burned it a bit. I played unfair. I knew she would feel obligated whether she wanted to or not. I continued to play it slow and turned around. Her hands now carressing my muscled chest with lotion. Thats when it got quite a bit hotter in that cozy booth.

She told me I had a great body. I told her that I appreciated the compliment and echoed the compliment right back at her. I told her that her body rocked and that she was so hot that I could get tan standing right next to her without any of the tanning bulbs on. Yes, it was a bit corny....but effective enough for a girl of 19 I'd say. But it was not a lie. She wore shorts. Not quite daisy dukes, but generous enough to display her perfect thighs. Her top was sleeveless and tight. It was dark in colour so I could net tell if she was wearing a bra. But I was confident now that I would soon find out.

Her hands now on my hard abdominals. Now massaging as well as spreading lotion. That is when I put my arms around her waist and told her there was plenty more body to protect with lotion. I didn't hide the hard on that was raging under the towel around my waist. To my joy, she took the bait....hook line and sinker. A smooth operator herself, she pulled down my towel and made a comment about a special lotion she had and her lips were around my cock and her tongue was applying that special lotion in a most satisfactory way. I pulled her top over her head. No bra covering the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. Her nipples rock hard I greedily absorbed them with my hands as she was doing quite a number on my rod.

She was committed to making me cum. But I passionately cut her short and pulled a condom out of the pocket of my jeans hanging on the wall. My heart lept out of my chest when she grabbed it out of my hand and put it on my anxious friend. I pulled her close to me and put her back into my chest as I fondled her breasts with one hand and unbuttoned her shorts with another. Tactfullness was now out the window as my full energy pulled down her shorts and her thong panties quickly over her sweet ass. I bent her over and found a most anxious pussy awaiting me. It didn't take long for her to cum and I followed almost immediately. When her body stopped shaking she pulled off my condom and cleaned me off with her tongue and the long discarded towel of mine.

Still breathing hard, she laughed about how so fired she could be. I agreed and told her never again....at work, and told her I lived close by. Told her that we should do this again where I had the time and space to do her....properly...completely. She had the perfect tan, but I believe she was blushing when she told me she could not wait and would be off work at 5. I kissed her cheek and told her it was a date.

(I bet you droogies didn't think I could write a story without ropes and gags? So I took the day off. Hope you don't mind.)

Blackmail Story

My name is Claudia. I made a mistake...that turned into a huge mistake. I work in a department store and "Stan" the security guy caught me on video stealing from the store. My friends talked me into it. It was my choice. I didn't have to but I did it anyway.

Stan has been asking me out for months. He is not my type. Older, out of shape...and kind of creepy. He talked to me on the salesfloor with no onlookers. Told me what he knew. Told me he would tell unless I would be his date for an evening. His agreeable date....as in...anything goes.

I needed the job. What could I do? It was my choice. I didn't have to, but did it anyways.

I went to his house expecting the worst. Suspicions confirmed; he told me what he wanted. He told me he wanted me to be his submissive partner for the evening. Actually he used the phrase "sex slave", but using the term "submissive partner" makes it all seem less ugly. Of course it was my choice. I didn't have to, but I did it anyways. He had me kneel on the floor and put my hands behind my back. I gasped when he cuffed them....but I was obediant via intoxicated thoughts of getting fired. He gagged me from behind without asking. He dragged me to a bedroom and started to molest me. I did not restist. My choice..I did it anyways.

His hands were all over me and swiftly he released my hands and told me I was to strip my clothes. I did it. It was my choice to do so....and what he had me do next.

Two weeks now since that night and I can claim victory in that I still have a job. On the other hand I have lost because Stan has commanded my presence in his bed every night since. But it's been my choice. The bastard says he has a special surprise for me tonight. I bet it's not the damn video of me stealing. The bastard.

Bounty Hunter Fantasy

You are an unlikely fugitive who is on the run and I am a bounty hunter who has located you. I find you late in the evening at a nightclub. You are mine for the taking. I hesitate. You are beautiful. Sexy skirt, nice legs, cute face. Hardly a dangerous criminal. Still I think it wise to follow you when you leave to arrest you. I can tell you've had a few too many to drink. Strangely no men are putting the moves on you. Perhaps you have shot all down before I entered the scene? Still I think what is the harm in trying to get a little closer to my prey.

As luck would have it, you show an interest in me. Some dancing and a few more drinks and we are in your motel room. Against my better judgement, but I must have you. To my horror you discover my handcuffs. I play it smooth. Telling you that I am kinky, but am Ok if you prefer not. You're hot....dripping...and drunk doesn't hurt my fable. You are quite willing as I cuff your arms and ankles.

I honestly had planned of telling you your true fate right then and there. But I didn't. I snapped photos. Lot's of photos. Having you in a pose to hide your face. Your back to me and I pull out my badge. You are so desireable there at my mercy. I put my badge away and uncuff your ankles. I fuck my sexy criminal. So good. Disturbingly no regrets.

Naked and quite satisfied, you lay on the bed. Your arms still cuffed behind you. You whisper of wanting to be released...of wanting to hold me. "When will you uncuff me?", you ask. I reply, "at the police station...you've been a bad girl". I'm ready for a less than favorable response and gag you before you can start screaming rape or whatever else you fancied to try to get yourself off the hook.

Gagged and cuffed I pick out some clothes for you and help you dress. First you panties and jeans. Then uncuffing you just long enough in a locked bathroom to clad you in a bra and sweater. You resist little. My boast of bringing you in awake or unconscious makes no difference to me.

My prisoner quite legally, still I wait until few can observe before stuffing you into the backseat of my car. Still gagged; not wanting some knight to come to the rescue of you screaming abduction. In the backseat I cuff your ankles. You eyes tear amidst your muffled pleads of mercy. Not today. Yes, I'm sure she will spin a tale of rape and abuse at the station. No doubt I will be looked upon and just shy a crimanal myself. That's fine. I have plenty of photos of our romp and her willingness to accept me. Yes, I'm an asshole...but in a few minutes will be a well paid asshole.

The Hazing Story

My tame is Tara (not really...prefer to remain anonymous) and I have a college story that few can match. I had joined, or should I say was trying to join a sorority, but was told there would be an initiation process. The word "hazing" is in the news alot. Ok. We'll call it a hazing.

So I should not have been surprised when a group of, I suppose, five or six men and future sorority sisters quietly broke into my dorm room. I was sleeping at the time. Of course if I had known what was going to happen to me that night I would have worn more than a half t-shirt, bra and panties to bed. All I remeber was my head being mashed into my pillow while my arms and legs were tied. I was quickly blindfolded and gagged. The feeling of being carried to someone's car. They were all quietly laughing. I recognized some of the female voices...none of the mens. At least they identified who they were, but I admit being scared anyways...and embarrassed at the skin show I must have been giving the men.


Now one thing my future sisters didn't know was that I had been having bondage fantasies as long as I was aware of men. Nobody knew my secret. It was the kind of thing a girl growing up in a strict household kept to herself. So the mans hands on my upper legs as he carried me over his shoulder bound and gagged was not what I would call a "hazing". I wasn't scared about what silly thing they were going to do to me. I was more scared that my juices were going start dripping on this guy's shoulder before he could get me to the car.

Away we drove off. Me on the floor in the backseat at presumably the same guy's feet. We didn't drive too long. I was pulled out of the car and carried into some house and tossed onto a bed. I heard them say something about getting the other girls and they left. I heard the bedroom door close, but knew someone was still in the room. I could hear him breathing....he was breathing hard. That is maybe the first time I was scared. I started to groan and squirm. They had tied me for keeps. There was no make believe in that regard. Still I was quite arroused and knew I could not hide it anymore. I cursed myself for wearing such a light colour pair of panties. He had his hand on my leg and told me to relax.


He reached over to my mouth and pulled off the duct tape that sealed my words. What he said I will always remember. God I wish I knew what he looked like. He said, "I believe you are supposed to be a little scared and not..." He then kind of chuckled. I knew my now exposed cheeks and face was blushing around my blindfold. At that point, I decided to not scream and to be blunt. "Are you to be my molester?", I asked. It appeared to be his turn to be a bit flustered. "Actually, I'm your guard." "Making sure you don't do anything to hurt yourself while they are gone." I twisted a bit in my bonds. He sounded so sexy. "A pity the molesting is not part of my initiation". All I heard was his deep breathing and awkward silence. The silence was broken by his words, "Sweet thing...we can have our own initiation if you insist."

I felt him get off the bed and lock the door. Then I heard him take off his clothes and the tearing of some kind of package that was a condom it turns out. I was dripping wet with anticipation, but still was surprised when he took the time to gag me again with some kind of strip of cloth. He pulled my night shirt over my head and down my bound arms and quickly unfastened my bra. He was greedily biting my nipples and making me squeel as his hand was pulling down my panties. His hand checked my readiness and remember the joy of feeling him unbind my ankles.



He was inside me quickly and made quick work of his urges. He withdrew and I admit remembering that I wished he had taken more time...but I knew that his conspirators would be back soon with another "victim". I heard him put his clothes back on and then he laid next to me and began teasing me with his fingers. A smart caring molester was he. Knowing that he would not have enough time to get both of us together in short time, but knowing with just me writhing on the bed that he could get my act together in only moments. He played with and pinched my erect nipples and although well bound I moved my hips in harmony with his exploring fingers so he would find just the right spot. I was so close and started to squeel loudly into the gag. His giant hand cupped over my mouth to aid the gag and thats when I exploded like I never had until then. I remember his gentle, strong hands using kleenex to clean me up as best as he could.

He rolled me to my stomach and retied my ankles. I could hear conversation in the other room. The last words I ever heard him say was, "lay on your stomach as long as you can and your panties should be much dryer by then."

What the "hazing" involved was nothing compared to the initiation I got from this unbelievable man. I never knew who he was. He never approached me. As the years went by I just assumed that maybe bondage was not his thing to not approach me for seconds. I never had a chance to thank him. Until now.

Generations

This quick Sunday post is dedicated to lovely sights moving from generation to generation. In this case that would be a shrewd woman understanding completely what arching your back does to a man with a heartbeat.

Found You

Took a quick timeout to write. She is in the bedroom right now. No doubt wondering what will happen next. Ladies, this may be a lesson to some of you. Above is a yahoo profile pic of a girl I roleplay with online. I used my photo program to zoom in on some of the things in the background of the photo. Distorted it in this photo so nobody could become as fortunate as I was. This beauty had her high school diploma on display on the bookshelves behind her. I located where she lived...and in our bondage roleplay teased that I knew where she was. She thought it only fantasy, but I asked about doing the things we talked about for real. She said, "anytime". But I hardly think she thought I was serious. I didn't let on that I was so near.
So is a single woman, 24, living on her own....I even researched and knew she was a Monday thru Friday worker and that nobody would miss her for a couple of days. That being known, I will have to let down some of my readers as far as how our adventure started. Sorry, no drama, all I did was introduce myself when she answered the door. Her name, to nobody's surprise was actually different than what she used on yahoo...so when I said, "hello Michelle, I am Simon", she could not pretend not to know who I was.

There was not smalltalk. I told her I was here to take her up on her invitation. Told her she had 15 minutes to come outside with whatever she would need for an overnight, including an extra set of clothes, and to get into the backseat of my SUV. I told her I would wait 15 minutes and then drive off. No hard feelings. She asked what I would do to her. I told her everything she's ever told me that she has dreamed of.


My heart lept for joy as she came out of the house with a duffle bag. I smiled, but also looked to see who else may be watching. Early morning...nobody in sight. She approached me and said, "I may deeply regret this, but my life has been a long string of no risks..no adventure....let's do it". I told her my rules. I told her I would not physically hurt her. I also told her that once she got into that backseat that her ass was mine to have as I saw fit until the same time tomorrow morning. I told her any muffled protests of regrets would simply be looked at as her playing her part and would be ignored. She agreed and got into the backseat.

One thing I must tell you about Michelle is that she has a fetish for someone using a taser on her. So as soon as she sat down I zapped her in the shoulder. She recoiled and started to scream. My hand cupped her mouth and I gave her another jolt. She was conscious but unable to fight me as I tied her wrists behind her back and lashed her ankles together. She started coming to a bit by the time I stuffed a wadded cloth in her mouth and taped it inside. She was well bound and silenced. I hogtied her for fear of her panicing and kicking the door. I also threw a blanket over her now squirming body. She may have approved this treatment, but I was taking no chances that she would tell a police officer a different story.

At my house, a garage connected to the house concealed my deeds from the neighbours. She was on my bed, wiggling and squirming...muffled protests as I moved the taser close to her and zapped her good. She was powerless to resist as I retied her arms over her head and lashed them to the bedpost. She was dazed, but unable to put up much of a fight as I cut her clothes from her. Dressed only in black bra and panties, she awoke to me naked at the foot of the bed. She knew some of my cravings would be met quickly and without hesitation. No...it was hardly the mutual orgasm that we fantasized about online, but that would come in due time. The time being now. Now that I have taken a timeout to share my wonderful morning with my readers.



She lies on my bed right now. Gagged and quite well fettered. Awaiting my return. I'll tell her it is time for me to take care of her cravings. Her desires. Just as she has always imagined. I'll take my time with her. We have until tomorrow morning. I cannot wait to see the look in her eyes when she sees what lays ahead. Yes, she'll struggle...perhaps even beg that I don't. But we've done it online. I know you always thought that it was only other people that used such things. Not tonight my little slave.

I'm so glad we found each other.

are you waiting to be found?

Redheads

It's St. Patrick's day and today's post is a tribute to redheaded women. No dye jobs, just pure red. I'll even be picky and pay special attention to the natural redhead who also has been spared an unfair amount of freckles to go with it. Pure red. I like the way a pure redhead's skin is pasty white. The kind of skin that wouldn't tan if they crashlanded on Venus.

I like the way their intimate hairs are that fire red that seem to glow in the dark as if to say, "watch it young man, you can get burned...but it can also be sooo good if you treat me right."


I'm going to go out tonight and get myself one of these girls. Some redhead who has strayed from her friends. Will you be waiting for me tonight Erin O'Toole? I want to see the fire down below. Perhaps you'd like to kiss MY blarney stone?

Drink up baby...everyone is Irish today.

Helping a friend....

I would be willing to bet that some of the people you think you really know have some fantasies that you would never think possible. I had a nice roleplaying chat with a girl today who told me her fantasy.

Her fantasy was to make a pre-arranged "abduction" with a group of people that included a woman. She wanted to be grabbed in a parking lot and hoisted into a van. There she would be bound and gagged by four men and a woman. Once subdued she would be molested by the woman with one of the men holding her down. The woman would strip her and use sextoys to make her cum. All the while in a van travelling to a destination where even more awaited her.

I loved the way this woman thinks. Hopefully I will get a chance to talk to her again sometime.

It's always who you least expect
who you should fear the most.

The Call

Once in awhile when I am feeling especially nasty like tonight, I will call Mrs. Kade at work and tell her what I am going to do to her when she gets home. I call and tell her because I warn that if she does not want my hands all over her tonight to spend the night elsewhere.

I'm fair and on the phone give her specifics. I tell her to paint a picture in her head. Perhaps like a sunday newspaper cartoon. I tell her to picture her coming home and the minute the door closes my hands wrap around her waist and mouth. I tell her that she will be gagged immediately and that her hands will be tied tightly behind her back. That I will tear off her clothes and drag her to our bedroom. I tell her to picture me then binding her ankles and then doing wonderful yet unspeakable things to her.

She comes home and that is exactly what I did. I teased her mercilessly in the way I know she likes. Her body is still writhing in her ropes from the spasms shaking her body as she watches me shed the rest of my clothes. She playfully moans in her gag as I untie her ankles. This evening is only beginning.

More myspace.com feardarts

I have to say, not too surprised to learn that High Schools in my neighbourhood were sending parents letters warning them about the dangers concerning their children and myspace dot com. Yes, you have thousands of little girls posting provocative photos of themselves for thankful men like me to see. A lot of these girls are generous enough to put their real names and whereabouts on their "site".

Considering there are people like me out there...that should be concern enough for a parent. I've declared many times before that I am not a predator. Not only do I not have that urge, but it's too much darn work. However, I enjoy the pics. That alone shouldn't flatter a parent. But it's like a good car crash. If it's out there I'm going to look, and I just might share. But there ARE very bad people out there. Let us not be naive. The cruel thing about it is that unless a parent spends a lot of time on the internet they have absolutely no idea how much attention their daughter's activities attract. Let's face it. If you're a man, and have a heartbeat, the photo above is going to attract attention to your daughter. I'm not about to try to find the real goods...but someone might. If you're a concerned parent reading this, then I assure you that the two pics in this post are very conservative compared to other pics your sweet sixteen is teasing cyberspace with.

If your daughter confesses on her "site" that she enjoys the same fetishes that I do then yes, I'm going to chat with her. Hey...bottom line is young girls have fantasies just like older guys. They are starved for attention. They want to be told they are beautiful. They are smart. They know that you may investigate. So naive parents, they will let you find the conservative myspace site they have....but the one with the sordid goods on it is a bit less searchable. If the god squad has their way and shuts down myspace, there will be another one just like it waiting for them.

Parents if you are truly concerned about what your kids are doing online then you are the person in control of the home computer, not your kids. It's under lock and key and when in use is used in a well travelled room. Dingbats like aol will try to convince you that you can monitor what your kids are doing. Kids are smart and know how to bypass that. If you want to be internet safe, then keep them off the computer. If you don't want to watch what they are doing online....then I'll be more than happy to. I would like to see more of the gal with the black top for instance.

Don't fear me parents. Fear the internet scumbag that isn't honest. The one that is online right now pretending to be 16. The one that has a fake photo and profile at a place like myspace dot com. He's chatting with your daughter right now. Trying to get her to meet him at the mall. A man on a mission can be very convincing. I bet you thought milk carton girls only belonged to other families.

Unfortunate Product Placement?

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Just what kind of guys is this dating
sending to you girls?

Bliss

Been busy droogies. Hit paydirt the other night. I did the usual prowling pattern and came up big. I tend to lean toward the bars around the airport. Business women. Skirt girls like the one above. Away from husbands. Maybe looking for a little bit of adventure. The little glances from the corner of their eyes. Body language symbols.

After a few drinks and I start talking about being kinky and I can tell from their reaction whether I have a chance. Again...in the real world here it's kinky yes....abductor no. Anyways, it's up we go to her hotel room. Another plus at times of the airport adventurist.

I keep the bindings limited to what is available in the hotel room. A pillowcase cut up just the right way works well. Pulling out handcuffs and ballgags makes the scene too preplanned. They panic. Keep the scene erotic...with a dash of humour. That mixed with the alcohol quells the reality of the trust they've put in a complete stranger until it's too late.

I like breaking out the camera after awhile. They start to struggle then. My first opportunity to see if they are gagged well enough for what the rest of the evening's program will include. I snap loads of pics. I admit to them that some will be given to the hungry on the internet. But I promise to distort the images enough so her friends at the PTA don't oust her.
The first thing I do is yank down her panties and take care of myself. I take that edge off the table for awhile. That way I have plenty of time until the morning to concentrate on her pleasure. I want to make sure that she cums around to my point of view. Sometimes it takes a long time, but they all do.

By dawn bindings are replaced by embraces. Also a statement to the effect of "this never happened". Of course it did...but I comply with their wishes. Sure babe...whatever you say....have a nice day.

Oscar Night

Was kind of wondering from the woman's point of view
if it is a labour of love or hell on earth when the pressure
is on to make yourself look as good as you possibly can.

The Return

Many people emailed about the previous post. Said it was a bit personal. Maybe a bit off-topic. Well that was only part one of that saga that was off topic. Fact of the matter is that I wrote the previous post from experience. But the story continued. Albiet it was twelve years later. Yes. Twelve years later there was a knock on my door and it was her. Turns out not much had changed. Mr. Perfect at her home had done something to her to cause her need to pursue an ego shot and I was the first thing she thought of.

She needed my ego shot big time...if you know what I mean. Needed someone to make her feel beautiful in a hurry. My interest had softened a bit through the years. So I went for broke and told her my interests in bed had evolve through the years and I slid a pair of handcuffs across the table at her. I expected her to run out...but she didn't. She was intrigued. The pity seeking fool.

She told me to, "do your worst". That I did. I figured quite correctly that with a rich husband and a prenupital at stake that anything other than actually hurting her was fair game tonight. I gagged her and gagged her hard to make sure her words of approval were the last ones spoken for a while. I stripped her while she was squirming on the living room floor. Her tattered clothes on the floor she started kicking and buckling hard as I dragged her self serving ass to bedroom. That ass was going to be serving me until morning.

I had my way and had my way hard. I ungagged her once and I admit her words stung just a little. She said, "If you fucked me like that all those years ago I never would have dumped you." I knew she was lying. But if felt good to put that gag back into her objecting mouth and ram my rod in her yet again as if I was angry. I fully admit that I couldn't have given a damn one way or another, but her body rocked with orgasm again and again about that time.

She slept next to me gagged and bound with rope. I woke up very early in the morning. I thought it ironic that I was living my dream...or my former dream. The love of my life by my side...and not leaving. I started stroking her sleeping body softly...like I was 19 again. Her nipples growing rock hard even though she was still soundly asleep. Oh the look in her eyes as she finally awoke. My naked body kneeling at her bound ankles. Untying them. Her hot body struggling a bit...but not resisting as I pushed apart her now unbound legs. Yes...one more for the road baby. I hope Dr. Simon has helped. You go home give Mr. Right my regards.

She kissed me on the cheek and left later that morning. Gone again. Funny how so many years can go by, yet nothing much changes. Well almost nothing.

Young Lust

I wonder if there are any male readers out there on the young side. At the age where I can give some sound advice. Help you out. Because I've been there.

Here's the deal. You're head over heels in love with a girl. She likes being with you, but has made it clear that her ambitions as far as a permanent relationship goes are a bit more lofty than what you have to offer. She has made it perfectly clear that your status isn't going to quite fulfill her future needs. But you hang on anyways because she figures that until she finds that guy who fits her puzzle, that it's kind of nice having you worship the ground she walks on. Good for her ego. Of course she'll tell you that you are not in her long term plans. But she'll let you fingerfuck her every now and then to give you some hope. A mercy fuck from time to time to really keep you hooked. Hell...she'll even quite enjoy it now and then. Or let you think she did.

Then one day her dream hottie will enter the scene and stomp right over you into her life. She'll drop you like a bad habit. Shit happens.

What I'm saying is, young man, is that if this reminds you of you then get out. Get out right now. Years from now you'll regret all the girls you have avoided waiting for your dream girl to come around to see things from your point of view. Get out now and live your life. Yes...without her. But you never had her to begin with Sparky.

In a few years you can have the satisfaction of being of enough stature to steal a few girls away from men who are now your current age. Life is a lot more fun when YOU are the one in charge.