Archive | 16.12.2009
- The Fame Game
"So who's Lois?" She asked, returning with a second round of drinks and some change for the pool table. "You rack 'em. This dress..." She let the sentence hang in the air like a tantalizing whiff of perfume that instantly reminds you of a long forgotten encounter. And her hem was rather high. And where the pool balls came out was rather low. I racked them up and broke off. Nothing. "You didn't answer me. If you're not Clark, who's Lois?" A ball slammed into a corner pocket. "You're yellows." "I ... more
- Benefits Advisor
What Happens After I Meet my Benefits Advisor, Who Thinks I am a Refreshing and Articulate Change Having Been Used to the Usual Monosyllabic Cattle She Deals With Day In and Day Out, In a City Bar, Ply Her With Drinks and Subtle Flattery, Get Her Back to Mine, and Ply Her With More Red Wine We start 69ing, me on my back and her laid over me. She hasn't taken her blouse off, so her tits are still squeezed together and pressed against my chest. I'm naked apart from my socks. I get a bit bored / overwhelmed ... more