Steve stepped out onto the balcony of his condo. Mermaid Island was gorgeous this morning. The wind was gentle, the temperature warm and clouds of interesting shaped littered the sky but didn’t block any of the sun. The water was blue and fringed with white foam. Most people would consider the view to be inspiring.
Steve was not inspired.
He took out his binoculars and scanned the beach. It was still early and not many people were out. There were a few old men out on the pier. Smoke rose from the Fish Shack. Seagulls picked at whatever they could find.
There, right beside a sand mound shaped like a giant cock, was what Steve needed. A gorgeous Korean girl wearing a one piece bathing suit was spreading her towel. She had a gorgeous ass. Steve sighed as she laidout on her stomach.
That was inspiration.
Steve sat down and picked up a seashell. He picked up a paintbrush and dabbed some white onto the shell. Stroke by stroke, he recreated the Korean woman’s ass. He captured her curves, the pull of the swimsuit and the fuckable qualities of that ass.
It took him two minutes but he felt better after painting it. He set it aside and picked up another sea shell. Now it was time to start painting mermaids and crabs.
Wendy ran the store on the pier and she bought his seashells at two dollars apiece. She then turned around and sold them at five dollars a piece. The summer months turned into a profitable time of year for a retired man like Steve.
It was also three months of painting fucking mermaids, crabs and fish. That is all they wanted. Paint a boat? Fuck that shit, the tourists would leave it to rot on the shelf. A painting of Atlantis carefully detailed on a shell smaller than your palm? Nope, the tourists wanted fucking mermaids or even a goddamn crab.
One day Steve got mad and painted a big giant pussy on a seashell. He expected a complaint from Wendy but he never heard anything. The next week he drew some nice fat tits. Wendy still didn’t say anything. Now every day he draws at least one dirty shell. He hoped she was selling them but he also hoped that she wasn’t noticing the dirty shells she was putting up for sale.
It was an immature thing for him to do but fuck it; he was old. Steve was getting too old to be walking the beach and bending his tired back over to pick up fucking seashells for tourists to buy
There was a knock on his door. “It’s open!” he yelled.
Joan walked in. The blonde had a smile that lit up her entire face. It was infectious enough to shake Steve out of his artistic pity party. She owned a timeshare next door and was leaving by the end of the week.
“I got you some more,” she said. She held up a gallon ziplock bag full of seashells.
Steve set down the sea shell with a painting of a crab. Fucking crab.
“Guess I better pay you for them,” he said.
Joan giggled. Most women her age couldn’t giggle without it coming across as an affectation but with Joan it was genuine. She hurried over to him and set the bag down on a pile of other bags.
Steve stayed in his chair. He watched as Joan unzipped her shorts and wiggled out of them. She pulled her panties down too and Steve bit his lip at the sight of that luxurious brown bush. He wanted to lean forward and plant a nice big kiss on that pussy.
“Across your knees?” Joan asked. She failed at hiding how much she wanted him to agree
“Yes,” Steve said.
Joan stretched across his knees. He was sure that she brushed her tits across his legs on purpose. She settled down and he got a good look at her ass.
It was covered in nice lovely bruises. It was a wonder that she could walk up and down the beach at all, much less picking up new shells for him.
“Ready?” he said.
“Yes,” Joan said.
Steve grabbed her ass. Joan clenched as his fingers tightened around her buttocks. He gave her a good squeeze and she winced. The bruises were healing but he had just put them there last night. She was tender and ready for more. He knew that if he slipped his finger inside her sex, she would be as wet as the ocean.
Sometimes Steve loved the fucking tourists.
Tap! Tap! Tap! He started with gentler taps. His hand more bounced off her ass more than slapped. As tender as Joan was, she still felt it. She squirmed and twisted as he spanked and it had an immediate effect on his cock.
Tap! Tap! Tap! He struck her left cheek a few times and then the right cheek a few times. Joan moaned. She also clenched her ass tight. Steve smiled. She was learning. She knew what was coming and she was preparing for it.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Steve held off. He wanted her to wait until she could bear it no more. The waves crashed below them and Steve slowly counted off ten waves in his head.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Slap! Steve brought his hand down hard on her left cheek. Joan jumped and let out a cry of shock. It was probably also a cry of relief that the real spanking had finally begun.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Steve slowed down as he delivered now solid slaps to her ass. He could feel her desire wetting his lap. Joan was so damn horny. It wouldn’t be long before she started his leg.
Slap! Slap! Slap He slapped her right ass a few times and then her left ass. When she got used to that, he started slapping the center of her ass. When she got used to that, Steve would slap her nice red ass in a clockwise motion. A few turns of the ass and he started slapping in a counter-clockwise motion.
Joan was humping his leg now. She had a nice slow grind that would be worth throwing out his back to experience. The woman was a good fuck; he just knew it.
Slap! Slap! WHACK! Steve hit her a little harder than he was planning too. Fuck, he was horny and lost control a bit. He stopped for a second and grabbed her ass. He felt the heat radiating from her ass; hotter than any sand on the beach right now.
“Oh God,” Joan moaned.
Steve thought about fucking her. Then he thought about how he would lose a day of painting from fucking. Then he thought about Joan wanting to hang around the condo. Then he thought about Joan wanting to know more about his life, tell him about her life and try to arrange to meet during the winter.
Then he thought about who was going to pick up those damn shells off the beach if Joan was spending all her time fucking and talking with him?
WHACK! He slammed his hand down into her other cheek. Joan shivered as he let his hand rest on her ass.
WHACK! He slapped her other cheek as hard as he could. His cock throbbed and thought about climaxing on her spanked skin.
WHACK! He struck her in the center of her ass and Joan let out a long moan. This time he let his fingers glide over her ass. She winced and squirmed as even this gentle touch drove her crazy.
Fuck picking up shells.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Steve tore into her ass. He gave her a spanking that would make her walk funny for the rest of the day. That is if she didn’t rush back to her timeshare and masturbate herself into a morning coma.
Twenty hard slaps later, Steve stopped. He put his hand on her back as she shook. He stroked her hair until she was ready to stand.
Joan got up on shaky legs. She was going to say something. More than likely she was going to offer to do any perverted thing he could imagine.
“Bring some more shells, and I’ll pay you some more,” Steve said.
Joan laughed and put her shorts back on. Steve smiled with pride at how gingerly she walked out of his condo.
Steve sighed. He was going to fuck her all right. He would fuck her on her last day. He would fuck the shit out of her and after a week of spanking and teasing, she would think he was the greatest fuck ever. He just had to last the week.
He picked up a seashell. It was time to paint another fucking mermaid.
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Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Erotica Hobbyist
I am going through like my seventeenth childhood recently. I used to play various tabletop wargames and I recently got the bug to play/invest/paint some spaceship miniatures. This has led to me to dozens of hobby blogs and message boards.
Quite a few of these hobbyists talk about the fact that they may buy rulebooks, miniatures, paints but nnot actually ever use them because they have no one to play these games with. That doesn't stop them from purchasing things because the next best thing to playing is the collecting and reading. In fact, these non-players make up a large part of the consumer base.
Which got me thinking about erotica. While there is an immediate release that can be derived from porn through masturbation, I find myself watching, buying and collecting porn that I don't technically use in the masturbation sense. I collect porn art because I think it is pretty. Or maybe I buy it because it has a gimmick that appeals to me on a mental level. Or maybe I buy it because it's very existence is arousing. But am I buying porn to aid in masturbation? Not really.
In fact, I would say quite a bit of my porn falls into a collector's interest. I have a X-rated parody of Friday the 13th simply because I am appalled/fascinated by the Friday the 13th franchise. I have quite a few bad porn books from the 90's just because I thought it would be cute to collect one particular cover model. I have stuff just because it is weird. I have some stuff just because I wonder if they were as good or bad as I thought they would be.
And then again, I have quite a bit of porn because it is fucking sexy. And yes, I do have some porn just because I do like masturbation aids. I guess in that sense, I am a hobbyist lucky enough to get to play.
All of this has got me thinking if maybe we should approach sex blogs in a different manner. I would wager that most sex bloggers are not banging a hundred different people each year, and although the may want to, the reality is not very conducive. Most sex bloggers are sex hobbyists. We like sex. We like talking about it. We like looking at it. We like reading it. We would like to do it, but the frequency of our activity shouldn't define our level of interest. We are fans. We are creators and consumers or erotica.
Erotica is our hobby.
Quite a few of these hobbyists talk about the fact that they may buy rulebooks, miniatures, paints but nnot actually ever use them because they have no one to play these games with. That doesn't stop them from purchasing things because the next best thing to playing is the collecting and reading. In fact, these non-players make up a large part of the consumer base.
Which got me thinking about erotica. While there is an immediate release that can be derived from porn through masturbation, I find myself watching, buying and collecting porn that I don't technically use in the masturbation sense. I collect porn art because I think it is pretty. Or maybe I buy it because it has a gimmick that appeals to me on a mental level. Or maybe I buy it because it's very existence is arousing. But am I buying porn to aid in masturbation? Not really.
In fact, I would say quite a bit of my porn falls into a collector's interest. I have a X-rated parody of Friday the 13th simply because I am appalled/fascinated by the Friday the 13th franchise. I have quite a few bad porn books from the 90's just because I thought it would be cute to collect one particular cover model. I have stuff just because it is weird. I have some stuff just because I wonder if they were as good or bad as I thought they would be.
And then again, I have quite a bit of porn because it is fucking sexy. And yes, I do have some porn just because I do like masturbation aids. I guess in that sense, I am a hobbyist lucky enough to get to play.
All of this has got me thinking if maybe we should approach sex blogs in a different manner. I would wager that most sex bloggers are not banging a hundred different people each year, and although the may want to, the reality is not very conducive. Most sex bloggers are sex hobbyists. We like sex. We like talking about it. We like looking at it. We like reading it. We would like to do it, but the frequency of our activity shouldn't define our level of interest. We are fans. We are creators and consumers or erotica.
Erotica is our hobby.
Friday, June 14, 2013
For Sale: Sexy Science Beach Volleyball
Sexy Science Beach Volleyball is available for sale on Kindle. I previously posted the story as Beach Volleyball Mad-ness a few years ago. This version collects all the parts into one easy to read document and also features 45% more consistency in how I used quotation marks for the play-by-plays.For those of you unfamiliar with the story, I present the follow teaser.
"Dr. Otto Von Madd is the world’s leading scientist in the field of erotic research. He makes sex robots, orgasmic lipstick and other fine super-science sextoys. He is filthy rich and can do pretty much what he wants.
What he wants is to hold a beach volleyball tournament. What he really wants is to improve the sport with some sexy new additions. He holds an invitational tournament for the world’s best women beach volleyball players.
Laura and Victoria are not the world’s best beach volleyball players but they are invited anyway. Maybe it is because Laura accidentally flashed a nation wide TV audience in their last match. Maybe it is because Victoria’s ruthless repressed dominant tendencies. Whatever the reason, these two best friends are off to compete in a tournament neither of them will ever forget.
Sexy Science Beach Volleyball is a fun but sexy story about mad science, sex, spanking, bondage, female domination, male submission and beach volleyball."
Seriously, it has beach volleyball and mad erotic science. That is erotica gold right there.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Fiction: Messages in the Sand
“PLEASE DO NOT MAKE INAPPROPRIATE SAND SCULPTURES! – MERMAID ISLAND COMMUNITY WATCH”
Danielle smiled at the sign. It sat on the top of the dunes and looking down, she could already see someone had made a rather life like ten foot long sand sculpture in the shape of a cock. It was quite realistic. It had veins, two enormous balls and it leaned to the left. The tide was coming in and was already chewing away at the balls.
She shook her head and went down to the sand. Someone kept making these obscene objects but Danielle had never seen them being made. Considering that she was the first person on the beach this morning, she figured they must be made in the night.
BING. She had a new message on her smart phone. It was William. Out of a sense of masochism, curiosity and maybe a little vanity, Danielle read the text.
“I dreamed of fucking you and you felt so good. You are so much tighter than my wife.”
Danielle frowned. Her and William had fucked for about a week last year before he broke up with her to go back to his old girlfriend. That was the last she heard of him until this weekend when William suddenly decided that he wanted to get back in touch for some God only knows reason. He had married the girlfriend and must be having second, third and fourth thoughts; all of them dirty. Danielle never responded to his messages but he kept sending them. She didn’t block him because well, it was nice to be wanted even it was by a jerk like William.
She spread her towel on the sand near the giant cock. The best part about the sculptures was that families with children tended to avoid them. Danielle could expect an hour or two of peace and quiet before the coming tide destroyed the cock.
There was also a chance that the shy boy she had seen yesterday would be here again today. He was cute, kind of tall and had the messiest brown hair that she had seen in awhile. Danielle had spent most of yesterday stealing glances at him and she was pretty sure that he was doing the same. It was a shame that he was white but she was pretty sure that she was the only Filipino in all of Mermaid Island this summer.
It was also a damn shame that the shy boy never worked up the nerve to approach her. Danielle thought about approaching him but fuck it. She was tired of chasing boys. Let someone chase her.
BING. “I am sorry I treated you so wrong. I am a terrible person who needs a lot of love. God I miss your ass.”
“Keep on missing it, asshole,” Danielle said. Her ass was her best feature and William had loved grabbing it. Shit, Danielle had loved feeling her ass being grabbed. She loved it being touched, squeezed, kneaded and grabbed hard as someone kissed her.
Fuck, she was horny.
Danielle laid on her stomach. She was wearing a blue one piece that had the sole redeeming feature of displaying her wonderful ass. Maybe when the shy boy came today, her ass would lure him to her.
The waves crashed as the sun rose higher. The tide came in and took away more of the cock. Bit by bit, the cock wilted under the relentless waves.
Something sparkled from the debris of the cock. Danielle lifted herself on her elbows. Something bright and shiny had been buried under the tip of the cock.
Danielle got up. She walked over and saw a bag, wrapped in shiny tin foil. Was this some sort of drug thing? Was it someone’s secret stash?
BING. Danielle checked her phone as she debated what to do with the mystery bag.
“Our children would have been so beautiful.”
“Okay, fuck it,” Danielle said. “I’m checking the bag.”
The foil unwrapped easily enough to reveal a ziplock bag. She held it up to the sun to see if there was anything really toxic like needles inside. There was just a note. In fact, Danielle could read the note without opening the bag.
“Go to the dock and find the support beam with a cock”
“O-kay,” Danielle said. The pier was just down the beach. People would fish on it or just go on it to look over the water. It would be a short walk to go there but then again, should she really be following instructions from a message hidden inside a wooden cock? Besides, shouldn’t she hang around in case shy boy came by?
BING. “I am so alone Danielle. My wife doesn’t understand me. My mistress only likes me for my money.”
“A wife and a mistress?” Danielle said out loud. A seagull cried out and Danielle liked to think it was from shared indignation.
Danielle gathered her thing sand stuffed them into her beach bag. She was going to go to the dock. Part of the reason was curiosity but a big reason was the simple fact that she rather be doing something instead of nothing. Waiting for a shy boy to maybe appear and maybe make a move was a bit too passive for her tastes this morning.
A few minutes of walking brought her to the dock. A guy was coming up from the beams and was headed to the gift shop on top. He was taller than even the shy kid and he was also a little bit chubbier. Still, he was cute and Danielle smiled at him as they passed.
The support beams were covered in carvings. Hundreds of couples over the years had carved their unions onto the wood. Danielle smirked as she saw how many of the couplings had also been scratched over with angry cuts. Summer flings were weaker than sand structures.
BING. “You gave the best blowjobs. I wish I had come in your mouth more.”
“Yes, you do,” Danielle said. She hated to admit it but a shiver ran down her spine and ended with a tingle between her thighs. Fuck, she liked being told how good she was, even if it is from an asshole that was a big mistake to have fucked.
There was an elaborate carving on one of the beams. It was a busty mermaid. She studied it for a few minutes but there was no cock.
There was a rather crude carving of a vagina on another beam. Danielle searched the beam but again, there was no cock.
“Story of my life,” Danielle said out loud.
Finally she found the right beam. She almost missed it because the cock had been carved the entire height of the beam. A thirty foot cock was almost easy to miss. Danielle had no idea how someone had managed to carve it without getting killed.
She studied the part of the carving that was eye level with her. It was mess of balls and pubic hair. It wasn’t until she stepped out of the way of the sun that she noticed that some of the stylized pubic hair wasn’t hair at all. It was writing.
“Go to store and find seashell with cock.”
“Yeah, right,” Danielle said. She knew the store. It sat on top of the pier, selling drinks, t-shirts and the worse hot dogs ever made. It also sold seashells that had been painted with cute designs like a fish, crabs and a shit load of mermaids. There were certainly no cocks.
BING. “Remember the time we fucked on the floor? I never came so hard.”
“Fuck,” Danielle said. She remembered. It was the last time they had fucked before he broke up with her. In fact, he had broken up with her when he got up to clean himself. He remembered it as a great orgasm. She remembered it as the moment he emotionally stabbed her.
Danielle stomped towards the store. She could have used the walkway but she was pissed. She went up the dune, pounding her feet into the sand and daring gravity to fuck with her.
She opened the door to the store and nearly ran into a guy. They collided and Danielle felt her cheeks flush with shame.
“Sorry!” she said quickly.
It was the guy from under the pier. He was blushing as much as she was.
“Sorry!” he said quickly back and ran out of the store.
Danielle sighed and went into the store. William had her rattled. Coming out to the beach this summer was supposed to be a vacation, not a nostalgia tour of her worse mistakes. She was going to start enjoying her summer more.
As soon as she looked for a seashell with a cock.
The shop had too much air conditioning. The air was freezing as if it was trying to defend itself from the entire summer of heat. Danielle folded her arms over her body and went straight to the seashells.
Mermaid, mermaid, mermaid, dolphin, mermaid, mermaid, mermaid, crab, mermaid, mermaid, mermaid, mermaid, goldfish, mermaid, mermaid, lobster, mermaid, mermaid, mermaid, crab, mermaid, crab, mermaid, mermaid, cock, mermaid.
Danielle did a double take. Right there was a seashell with a cock painted on it. It was a black cock which really surprised Danielle. She didn’t think Mermaid Island was that racially accepting.
She picked it up. The seashell didn’t have a price and Danielle sure as fuck wasn’t going to turn it in for a price check. She flipped it over. A message had been painted.
“Go to the changing huts. 3rd one. Enter it naked.”
“There we go,” Danielle said. This has just been a really unlikely way to get a girl naked. It might actually be the worse way to get someone naked. Who the fuck would fall for that? There might be hidden cameras, a rapist or worse.
BING. “I wish you would call me. Just not after 2pm because my wife gets home then.”
She looked out the window. The changing huts were a place for people to change into their swimsuits. They were smelly and stuffy but if you didn’t have a house nearby to change into, they were a lifesaver.
“Fuck every white pussy guy ever born,” Danielle said.
Danielle put the shell down and went out the door. She took the walkway down to the beach. There were more people out now. She didn’t see the shy guy from yesterday and she purposely didn’t look for him. He had his chance.
Taking her clothes off before going into the hut was going to be tricky. Fuck it. She made a plan and when she reached the door, she put it into motion.
Flip the top straps over her head.
Pull down to her feet.
Step out, push swimsuit to chest.
Open door.
There was a guy inside. It was the chubby guy she had ran into at the store. Of course, he was naked.
“You!” she said. She closed the door behind her but not all the way. She was ready to step out at any second.
“You!” he said as well. “Did you leave the messages?”
“What?” Danielle said. “I was following a message from a seashell with a painted cock.”
“I was following a message from a shirt with a naked woman on it!” the guy said.
“Wait, what were you doing at the pier?” Danielle said.
“I was looking for a mermaid with big tits. It had a message on it! I got the message from a sand castle shaped like a woman’s pussy!”
Danielle laughed. “I got a message from a sand cock.”
The guy laughed. “So uh, now what?”
BING.
“Are you going to get that?” he asked.
“Ignore it,” Danielle said.
She grabbed him and kissed him.
He was hesitant and Danielle had a terrible feeling that she had made a mistake. His hesitation vanished quickly and he kissed her back. Better yet, he grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her to him. His cock pressed against her and she could feel that he had no hesitation left at all.
They kept kissing. Danielle’s body began to hump against him. It was a subtle thing at first. Her body was moving in motion to the locking of their tongues. Her sex was clenching in time with the nibbling of their lips. Her ass was rocking to the urgent squeezing of his hands.
BING.
Another message came and Danielle kept kissing. Fuck William and his wife and girlfriend. She was having her breath kissed away by a man with great hands. Fuck the shy guy. It could have been him making out with her but now it was a naked guy who came here out of simple curiosity.
She felt the guy’s cock press against her. She grinded against it. The changing hut was hot and stuffy but his cock was twice as hot. It would be a fire inside her. It would burn her worse than any sunburn. Her hips moved against the hot girth, teasing it as much as she was teasing herself.
He grabbed her ass harder. He pulled her against him and his hips began to move. Danielle moaned as she realized he wasn’t trying to enter her. He just wanted to feel her body. He just wanted to feel her move and squirm against him. He just wanted her.
Danielle felt herself being lifted from the ground. He had picked her up from the ass. She kept kissing, moaning as her sex was tantalizingly close to his cock. A few more inches and the right tilt of her hips and he would be inside her.
He set her back down. Danielle whimpered into his mouth. Was he too afraid? Was he shy?
The guy chuckled. “If I slip inside you now, I’ll come in two minutes.”
“That’s okay,” Danielle said. She had a feeling she would come even sooner.
“No, I’m going to take my time enjoying every inch of you,” he said.
BING. They both laughed and Danielle reached for her phone.
“My name is Tommy,” he said.
“My name is Danielle and this is going to be a great summer.”
She put William on ignore.
Danielle smiled at the sign. It sat on the top of the dunes and looking down, she could already see someone had made a rather life like ten foot long sand sculpture in the shape of a cock. It was quite realistic. It had veins, two enormous balls and it leaned to the left. The tide was coming in and was already chewing away at the balls.
She shook her head and went down to the sand. Someone kept making these obscene objects but Danielle had never seen them being made. Considering that she was the first person on the beach this morning, she figured they must be made in the night.
BING. She had a new message on her smart phone. It was William. Out of a sense of masochism, curiosity and maybe a little vanity, Danielle read the text.
“I dreamed of fucking you and you felt so good. You are so much tighter than my wife.”
Danielle frowned. Her and William had fucked for about a week last year before he broke up with her to go back to his old girlfriend. That was the last she heard of him until this weekend when William suddenly decided that he wanted to get back in touch for some God only knows reason. He had married the girlfriend and must be having second, third and fourth thoughts; all of them dirty. Danielle never responded to his messages but he kept sending them. She didn’t block him because well, it was nice to be wanted even it was by a jerk like William.
She spread her towel on the sand near the giant cock. The best part about the sculptures was that families with children tended to avoid them. Danielle could expect an hour or two of peace and quiet before the coming tide destroyed the cock.
There was also a chance that the shy boy she had seen yesterday would be here again today. He was cute, kind of tall and had the messiest brown hair that she had seen in awhile. Danielle had spent most of yesterday stealing glances at him and she was pretty sure that he was doing the same. It was a shame that he was white but she was pretty sure that she was the only Filipino in all of Mermaid Island this summer.
It was also a damn shame that the shy boy never worked up the nerve to approach her. Danielle thought about approaching him but fuck it. She was tired of chasing boys. Let someone chase her.
BING. “I am sorry I treated you so wrong. I am a terrible person who needs a lot of love. God I miss your ass.”
“Keep on missing it, asshole,” Danielle said. Her ass was her best feature and William had loved grabbing it. Shit, Danielle had loved feeling her ass being grabbed. She loved it being touched, squeezed, kneaded and grabbed hard as someone kissed her.
Fuck, she was horny.
Danielle laid on her stomach. She was wearing a blue one piece that had the sole redeeming feature of displaying her wonderful ass. Maybe when the shy boy came today, her ass would lure him to her.
The waves crashed as the sun rose higher. The tide came in and took away more of the cock. Bit by bit, the cock wilted under the relentless waves.
Something sparkled from the debris of the cock. Danielle lifted herself on her elbows. Something bright and shiny had been buried under the tip of the cock.
Danielle got up. She walked over and saw a bag, wrapped in shiny tin foil. Was this some sort of drug thing? Was it someone’s secret stash?
BING. Danielle checked her phone as she debated what to do with the mystery bag.
“Our children would have been so beautiful.”
“Okay, fuck it,” Danielle said. “I’m checking the bag.”
The foil unwrapped easily enough to reveal a ziplock bag. She held it up to the sun to see if there was anything really toxic like needles inside. There was just a note. In fact, Danielle could read the note without opening the bag.
“Go to the dock and find the support beam with a cock”
“O-kay,” Danielle said. The pier was just down the beach. People would fish on it or just go on it to look over the water. It would be a short walk to go there but then again, should she really be following instructions from a message hidden inside a wooden cock? Besides, shouldn’t she hang around in case shy boy came by?
BING. “I am so alone Danielle. My wife doesn’t understand me. My mistress only likes me for my money.”
“A wife and a mistress?” Danielle said out loud. A seagull cried out and Danielle liked to think it was from shared indignation.
Danielle gathered her thing sand stuffed them into her beach bag. She was going to go to the dock. Part of the reason was curiosity but a big reason was the simple fact that she rather be doing something instead of nothing. Waiting for a shy boy to maybe appear and maybe make a move was a bit too passive for her tastes this morning.
A few minutes of walking brought her to the dock. A guy was coming up from the beams and was headed to the gift shop on top. He was taller than even the shy kid and he was also a little bit chubbier. Still, he was cute and Danielle smiled at him as they passed.
The support beams were covered in carvings. Hundreds of couples over the years had carved their unions onto the wood. Danielle smirked as she saw how many of the couplings had also been scratched over with angry cuts. Summer flings were weaker than sand structures.
BING. “You gave the best blowjobs. I wish I had come in your mouth more.”
“Yes, you do,” Danielle said. She hated to admit it but a shiver ran down her spine and ended with a tingle between her thighs. Fuck, she liked being told how good she was, even if it is from an asshole that was a big mistake to have fucked.
There was an elaborate carving on one of the beams. It was a busty mermaid. She studied it for a few minutes but there was no cock.
There was a rather crude carving of a vagina on another beam. Danielle searched the beam but again, there was no cock.
“Story of my life,” Danielle said out loud.
Finally she found the right beam. She almost missed it because the cock had been carved the entire height of the beam. A thirty foot cock was almost easy to miss. Danielle had no idea how someone had managed to carve it without getting killed.
She studied the part of the carving that was eye level with her. It was mess of balls and pubic hair. It wasn’t until she stepped out of the way of the sun that she noticed that some of the stylized pubic hair wasn’t hair at all. It was writing.
“Go to store and find seashell with cock.”
“Yeah, right,” Danielle said. She knew the store. It sat on top of the pier, selling drinks, t-shirts and the worse hot dogs ever made. It also sold seashells that had been painted with cute designs like a fish, crabs and a shit load of mermaids. There were certainly no cocks.
BING. “Remember the time we fucked on the floor? I never came so hard.”
“Fuck,” Danielle said. She remembered. It was the last time they had fucked before he broke up with her. In fact, he had broken up with her when he got up to clean himself. He remembered it as a great orgasm. She remembered it as the moment he emotionally stabbed her.
Danielle stomped towards the store. She could have used the walkway but she was pissed. She went up the dune, pounding her feet into the sand and daring gravity to fuck with her.
She opened the door to the store and nearly ran into a guy. They collided and Danielle felt her cheeks flush with shame.
“Sorry!” she said quickly.
It was the guy from under the pier. He was blushing as much as she was.
“Sorry!” he said quickly back and ran out of the store.
Danielle sighed and went into the store. William had her rattled. Coming out to the beach this summer was supposed to be a vacation, not a nostalgia tour of her worse mistakes. She was going to start enjoying her summer more.
As soon as she looked for a seashell with a cock.
The shop had too much air conditioning. The air was freezing as if it was trying to defend itself from the entire summer of heat. Danielle folded her arms over her body and went straight to the seashells.
Mermaid, mermaid, mermaid, dolphin, mermaid, mermaid, mermaid, crab, mermaid, mermaid, mermaid, mermaid, goldfish, mermaid, mermaid, lobster, mermaid, mermaid, mermaid, crab, mermaid, crab, mermaid, mermaid, cock, mermaid.
Danielle did a double take. Right there was a seashell with a cock painted on it. It was a black cock which really surprised Danielle. She didn’t think Mermaid Island was that racially accepting.
She picked it up. The seashell didn’t have a price and Danielle sure as fuck wasn’t going to turn it in for a price check. She flipped it over. A message had been painted.
“Go to the changing huts. 3rd one. Enter it naked.”
“There we go,” Danielle said. This has just been a really unlikely way to get a girl naked. It might actually be the worse way to get someone naked. Who the fuck would fall for that? There might be hidden cameras, a rapist or worse.
BING. “I wish you would call me. Just not after 2pm because my wife gets home then.”
She looked out the window. The changing huts were a place for people to change into their swimsuits. They were smelly and stuffy but if you didn’t have a house nearby to change into, they were a lifesaver.
“Fuck every white pussy guy ever born,” Danielle said.
Danielle put the shell down and went out the door. She took the walkway down to the beach. There were more people out now. She didn’t see the shy guy from yesterday and she purposely didn’t look for him. He had his chance.
Taking her clothes off before going into the hut was going to be tricky. Fuck it. She made a plan and when she reached the door, she put it into motion.
Flip the top straps over her head.
Pull down to her feet.
Step out, push swimsuit to chest.
Open door.
There was a guy inside. It was the chubby guy she had ran into at the store. Of course, he was naked.
“You!” she said. She closed the door behind her but not all the way. She was ready to step out at any second.
“You!” he said as well. “Did you leave the messages?”
“What?” Danielle said. “I was following a message from a seashell with a painted cock.”
“I was following a message from a shirt with a naked woman on it!” the guy said.
“Wait, what were you doing at the pier?” Danielle said.
“I was looking for a mermaid with big tits. It had a message on it! I got the message from a sand castle shaped like a woman’s pussy!”
Danielle laughed. “I got a message from a sand cock.”
The guy laughed. “So uh, now what?”
BING.
“Are you going to get that?” he asked.
“Ignore it,” Danielle said.
She grabbed him and kissed him.
He was hesitant and Danielle had a terrible feeling that she had made a mistake. His hesitation vanished quickly and he kissed her back. Better yet, he grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her to him. His cock pressed against her and she could feel that he had no hesitation left at all.
They kept kissing. Danielle’s body began to hump against him. It was a subtle thing at first. Her body was moving in motion to the locking of their tongues. Her sex was clenching in time with the nibbling of their lips. Her ass was rocking to the urgent squeezing of his hands.
BING.
Another message came and Danielle kept kissing. Fuck William and his wife and girlfriend. She was having her breath kissed away by a man with great hands. Fuck the shy guy. It could have been him making out with her but now it was a naked guy who came here out of simple curiosity.
She felt the guy’s cock press against her. She grinded against it. The changing hut was hot and stuffy but his cock was twice as hot. It would be a fire inside her. It would burn her worse than any sunburn. Her hips moved against the hot girth, teasing it as much as she was teasing herself.
He grabbed her ass harder. He pulled her against him and his hips began to move. Danielle moaned as she realized he wasn’t trying to enter her. He just wanted to feel her body. He just wanted to feel her move and squirm against him. He just wanted her.
Danielle felt herself being lifted from the ground. He had picked her up from the ass. She kept kissing, moaning as her sex was tantalizingly close to his cock. A few more inches and the right tilt of her hips and he would be inside her.
He set her back down. Danielle whimpered into his mouth. Was he too afraid? Was he shy?
The guy chuckled. “If I slip inside you now, I’ll come in two minutes.”
“That’s okay,” Danielle said. She had a feeling she would come even sooner.
“No, I’m going to take my time enjoying every inch of you,” he said.
BING. They both laughed and Danielle reached for her phone.
“My name is Tommy,” he said.
“My name is Danielle and this is going to be a great summer.”
She put William on ignore.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Dirty Shows: Hemlock Grove
Poorly might be the best adjective for this series. The dialogue is often contradictory with itself. Characters are introduced and forgotten. Scenes happen and you wonder what the fuck that was all about. I turned the subtitles on not because I couldn't hear what they were saying but because what they were saying made so little sense I needed to read it and see if I missed anything.
And yet, I watched all thirteen hours of it in a single weekend. For all of the incompetence in story telling, there were some elements that kept me hooked. Famke Jannssen was one of them. She plays the matriarch of the rich family with the worse British accent you have ever heard but also with the most delicious sexy evil. The rich family has a daughter, Shelley, who is the most adorable freak of nature/science you will ever see. Kandyse McClure plays a werewolf hunter who works for a secret order of Catholic monster hunters and how cool is that? There is also lots of sex, lots of violence and one of the coolest werewolf transformations I have ever seen. There is a lot of good in the piles of shit.
There is also three hundred and two mysteries in the storyline; mysteries that are actually helped by the incompetent story telling. A mystery will pop up and you will have an immediate anwser in your head. But twelve hours will pass by, barely reminding you that the mystery exists, chasing down other story lines half-heartedly and introducing characters and plots that have nothing to do with anything so that by the time the answer is revealed, it comes as a big fucking surprise because you ruled it out long ago as too obvious.
So many questions! Did the rich girl really have sex with an angel? What terrible beast is eating the sexy women of Hemlock Grove? Why does the rich boy sound like he is doing a bad impersonation of John Travolta from Grease? Why do they call the Gypsy boy hirsute when he is as hairless as a baby from the neck down? What is the scientist growing in his blue box? So many questions and half of them is just what the hell was the producers thinking?
But these mysteries are what drove the show for me. Unanswered questions is one of the biggest motivators for readers and watchers to finish a story. We want to know. We need closure. Hemlock Grove drops so many mysteries and questions and yet takes it's slow ass time watching the main characters smoke and exchange bad banter, that answers are rare and far between. Which kept me watching and wondering what will happen next.
I think there is an important lesson there. Hemlock Grove does so many things badly and yet the one thing it did well might be the most important - It made the viewer curious about what happens next.
In the spirit of Hemlock Grove's incomprehensibility, I give it Two Raccoons out of Five Pam Griers.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Maydays
May was also the month in which my brother was born. He has been on my mind a lot and death being death, there is no easy way to get closure on the subject. I am surprised how I appear to spend more time thinking about him now that he is dead than when he was alive.
May was also the month where me and the wife started marriage counseling. We love each other but when you have the same stupid arguments over and over, it is time to get professional help. I was taken back by how amazed the therapist was that I had gone through cancer and my brother's death in such a short time. He acted like it was a big deal but to me it was just life. I mean, I know it is a big deal but deep down I rarely feel like I have a right to complain about it. Shit happens.
So yeah, May has been a busy emotional time. As usual when I am depressed, I turn to writing. I have been writing Doom Vagina, which is about a male sub serving as a groupie sex slave for an all female metal demon worshiping band, which has been a nice distraction. I also took a mental vacation and wrote four short stories about summer that I will be posting this month. I am a firm believer that when your mind and body is trapped, fiction is the best way to escape. For some people it is reading fiction but I am fortunate enough to be able create my own.
*Image is a sketchcard of Superwoman, drawn by the awesome Joe Gravel
Wednesday, June 05, 2013
Fiction: Worked Into the Skin
James stepped out of the beach house. The wind rippled through his short brown hair. Inside he could hear his mom yelling at his brother and sister. It was nothing major, just an argument about sunscreen, clothes, shoes, food, bags, towels and phones. It was the same argument that the family had gone through every day this week and probably for the entire summer. Now that James thought about it, it was the same things they argued about last summer and the summer before that.
This year was different. James had been to college and though he was spending his summer vacation with his family, he had slightly more privileges than he used to. One of those privileges was the ability to come and go as he pleased.
Well, as long as no one saw him leaving.
It was early in the morning. The beach houses of Mermaid Island were quiet as people slept off the parties, drinking and hook ups of last night. James walked down the road and the blowing wind already drowned out the arguments left behind. The sun was out and the beach was starting its slow climb to almost but not quite unbearable heat. The ocean roared and beckoned him from the other side of the dune.
He thought about the girl he saw yesterday. She was dark and Asian. Maybe she was Japanese. James had no idea. He just knew that she had cute glasses, long black hair like a mermaid and an ass worth drowning for. He wanted to see her again.
Yesterday, he was too shy to approach her. She sat alone and read a book. Next to her was a weird sand castle shaped like a woman’s bust. He wasn’t sure if she had made it herself or was just sitting next to it. He wanted to introduce himself but never worked up the courage. You needed to say something clever and he had nothing.
Today would be different. A night of furiously masturbating hadn’t given him any new ideas of what to say but that didn’t matter. He would just say hello. He would be cool and confident. Girls liked that guys who approached strangers.
“Hey!” a voice called out.
James was about to leave the beach houses and cross the road to the dunes. He looked back to see who was calling him. He desperately hoped it was not his mother.
It was certainly not his mother. A woman wearing a bikini stood at her door. The brightness of the sun and the shadow of the door made it hard to see the woman clearly but he could certainly see her bikini. The white bikini barely contained her heavy breasts that looked like they were about to spill out. The bottom half of the bikini was tight enough that James was sure he could see contours of a region his last girlfriend wouldn’t let him see in the daylight.
“How old are you?” the woman yelled.
James told her. He was still young enough to answer the question of age without hesitation.
The woman smiled at his answer. “Old enough. Can you come here and help me out? I need someone to lotion me.”
“Sure!” James said. He headed towards her and had a thought. Maybe he could offer to lotion the Japanese girl. That would be his opening line!
As he came closer, James saw the woman better. Thick brown hair framed a smiling face. Full lips revealed bright white teeth. A wrinkle here and there added a touch of maturity to an already beautiful face. Her entire body was brown from a lifetime of sunbathing. There was no doubt that she was older than him but how old? He didn’t care. She was golden, brown and delicious looking.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“James,” he answered.
“I’m Stephanie,” the woman said. “Come inside.”
“Thanks,” he said. There was a brief silence and he felt that he needed to fill it. He wanted to say something smooth. He wanted to be clever. He wanted to be cool.
He had nothing.
“Here you go,” Stephanie said. “Sunscreen is too important to leave to chance so I rather have someone else do it. Don’t you agree?”
“Uh, yes!” he said.
Stephanie turned her back to James. So much bare skin and flimsy bikini strings faced him. A nice ass, not as nice as the Japanese girl, but really nice faced him as well.
SQUIRT! James pumped the lotion into his hand. He placed his wet hand on her back and gently glided over her skin.
“Oh, much harder,” Stephanie said. “The sunscreen needs to be worked into the skin.”
“Okay,” James said. He pressed harder. Firm muscles pushed back against him. His hand rubbed against the hot older woman’s back. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and he tried to calm himself. He had to be cool.
“Use both hands,” Stephanie said. “Don’t be shy. I want to be protected from the sun.”
“Okay,” James said again. It was all he could think of.
SQUIRT! SQUIRT! He got both hands wet and went to work rubbing her back. He felt her shoulder blades. He glided over lovely shoulders. When she held her hair up, he gently rubbed the back of her neck.
Should he do the back of her legs? He should do her ass but come on; she couldn’t be expecting him to do that. That was just his own dirty wish. Maybe he should ask her what he should do next? That would be the safe thing.
“Okay, now my front,” Stephanie said.
She turned. The older woman also slipped off her bikini top as she moved. It was a single fluid motion that would imprint on the rest of his sexual life.
He looked down at her breasts. They were magnificent. Half of her breasts were dark bronzed while the other half was pale ivory. The lines of her bikini formed natural lingerie. Tiny pink nipples adorned twin mountains.
“Go ahead,” Stephanie said. “I want to be completely protected.”
James nodded. He raised his hands to her breasts.
At the last moment he remembered that he was here to lotion them. He tried to be clinical and shifted to below her shoulders. Remembering to rub the lotion in, he worked in tight circles as he slowly made his way down to her breasts.
As soon as his fingers reached Stephanie’s breasts, she began to moan. It was a soft trembling sound. James was doing his damn best to be methodical and platonic but as soon as he heard the moan, his fingers squeezed tighter.
“Yes, like that,” Stephanie moaned.
James bit his lip and nodded. He had permission. His hands tightened around her breasts. She was bustier than his last girlfriend (he thought, she keep her bra on during sex). The pale flesh under the tan lines turned pink under his constant rubbing.
Stephanie moaned again. She closed her eyes and leaned into his hands.
“Don’t forget my stomach,” Stephanie said.
James reluctantly left her breasts. Stephanie’s breasts were slick with sunscreen lotion but he was sure he might have missed a spot. His hands moved to her stomach. He had to switch metal gears and be much gentler with her stomach. It was easy to do; he was so close to her sex that he was almost afraid to touch her.
Stephanie undid a strap. Her bikini bottom fell to the floor. He looked down to the tony tuft of pubic hair above her bare sex.
“Here, like this,” Stephanie said. The older woman took his hand and guided it to her sex. She took his fingers and had him circle her sex.
“Around and around,” she moaned. “You do it.”
“Around and around,” he whispered. His fingers rubbed the path she had set out. Around and around and all he wanted was to go in, in, in.
“My legs,” Stephanie said.
James sighed but he dropped to one knee. He rubbed her hips and thighs with his newfound frustration. Stephanie’s sex hovered before him. It glistened from the sunscreen lotion or maybe it glistened with her desire.
“More lotion,” Stephanie said.
SQUIRT! James had been so focused on her sex that he hadn’t noticed that his hands were dry. Hands slick once more, he went back to rubbing her dark thighs, her tight calves and down to her soft feet. He rubbed and rubbed and hoped that if he did a good enough job that Stephanie would reward him with touching her sex once more.
“Almost done,” she said. She turned around and presented her ass.
It wasn’t her sex but James felt rewarded nonetheless. He cupped her ass and spread lotion over it. He pulled and squeezed her ass. Before long her ass was as shiny as the rest of her.
“Very good,” Stephanie said as she turned around. “Stand please. Ah, I see you enjoyed yourself.”
James looked down at the tent his cock was forming within his swimsuit. “I enjoyed it a lot,” he said.
“We can’t let you go out like this,” Stephanie said. She held her hand up. “Give me some sunscreen.”
SQUIRT!
She pulled down his swimsuit. Once the waistband got past his cock, the rest fell to the floor. James stood perfectly still. He didn’t want to ruin anything by speaking. He didn’t want to ruin anything by doing. He had nothing clever in mind anyway so maybe just standing there was for the best.
Stephanie’s slick fingers gripped his cock. She looked him in and the eyes as she stroked his cock. Skilled fingers gripped his cock with a confidence he had never felt from a woman.
“Did you like putting on my sunscreen?” Stephanie asked. Her hand pumped his cock.
“Yes,” James moaned.
She stroked faster. “Would you like to do it every day?”
“Oh God, yes,” James moaned. His knees shook a little. He leaned forward and his hands grabbed her shoulder. Stephanie didn’t mind.
“I would like that too,” Stephanie said. “But you have to understand that I am a grown woman with my own life. You can come and put sunscreen on me, but please don’t come by the rest of the day. I have my own life and my own lovers and I don’t need a handsome man hanging around.”
Stephanie stroked him faster. Now he was struggling just to stand. He had never climaxed standing up. James wasn’t sure it was even possible. His cock certainly thought it was.
“Besides, you should be hanging out with women your own age,” Stephanie said, her hand never stopping. “Have fun, get laid and make some summer memories. Just be sure to come by in the morning and help me with my sunscreen. Do we have a deal?”
“Oh God, yes,” James said.
Stephanie’s hand twisted. Her slick fingers tightened and that was all it took. James’ cock erupted and a wave of semen crashed onto Stephanie’s leg. She kept pumping until three heavy loads had landed on her tanned leg.
Squirt, squirt, squirt.
This year was different. James had been to college and though he was spending his summer vacation with his family, he had slightly more privileges than he used to. One of those privileges was the ability to come and go as he pleased.
Well, as long as no one saw him leaving.
It was early in the morning. The beach houses of Mermaid Island were quiet as people slept off the parties, drinking and hook ups of last night. James walked down the road and the blowing wind already drowned out the arguments left behind. The sun was out and the beach was starting its slow climb to almost but not quite unbearable heat. The ocean roared and beckoned him from the other side of the dune.
He thought about the girl he saw yesterday. She was dark and Asian. Maybe she was Japanese. James had no idea. He just knew that she had cute glasses, long black hair like a mermaid and an ass worth drowning for. He wanted to see her again.
Yesterday, he was too shy to approach her. She sat alone and read a book. Next to her was a weird sand castle shaped like a woman’s bust. He wasn’t sure if she had made it herself or was just sitting next to it. He wanted to introduce himself but never worked up the courage. You needed to say something clever and he had nothing.
Today would be different. A night of furiously masturbating hadn’t given him any new ideas of what to say but that didn’t matter. He would just say hello. He would be cool and confident. Girls liked that guys who approached strangers.
“Hey!” a voice called out.
James was about to leave the beach houses and cross the road to the dunes. He looked back to see who was calling him. He desperately hoped it was not his mother.
It was certainly not his mother. A woman wearing a bikini stood at her door. The brightness of the sun and the shadow of the door made it hard to see the woman clearly but he could certainly see her bikini. The white bikini barely contained her heavy breasts that looked like they were about to spill out. The bottom half of the bikini was tight enough that James was sure he could see contours of a region his last girlfriend wouldn’t let him see in the daylight.
“How old are you?” the woman yelled.
James told her. He was still young enough to answer the question of age without hesitation.
The woman smiled at his answer. “Old enough. Can you come here and help me out? I need someone to lotion me.”
“Sure!” James said. He headed towards her and had a thought. Maybe he could offer to lotion the Japanese girl. That would be his opening line!
As he came closer, James saw the woman better. Thick brown hair framed a smiling face. Full lips revealed bright white teeth. A wrinkle here and there added a touch of maturity to an already beautiful face. Her entire body was brown from a lifetime of sunbathing. There was no doubt that she was older than him but how old? He didn’t care. She was golden, brown and delicious looking.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“James,” he answered.
“I’m Stephanie,” the woman said. “Come inside.”
“Thanks,” he said. There was a brief silence and he felt that he needed to fill it. He wanted to say something smooth. He wanted to be clever. He wanted to be cool.
He had nothing.
“Here you go,” Stephanie said. “Sunscreen is too important to leave to chance so I rather have someone else do it. Don’t you agree?”
“Uh, yes!” he said.
Stephanie turned her back to James. So much bare skin and flimsy bikini strings faced him. A nice ass, not as nice as the Japanese girl, but really nice faced him as well.
SQUIRT! James pumped the lotion into his hand. He placed his wet hand on her back and gently glided over her skin.
“Oh, much harder,” Stephanie said. “The sunscreen needs to be worked into the skin.”
“Okay,” James said. He pressed harder. Firm muscles pushed back against him. His hand rubbed against the hot older woman’s back. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and he tried to calm himself. He had to be cool.
“Use both hands,” Stephanie said. “Don’t be shy. I want to be protected from the sun.”
“Okay,” James said again. It was all he could think of.
SQUIRT! SQUIRT! He got both hands wet and went to work rubbing her back. He felt her shoulder blades. He glided over lovely shoulders. When she held her hair up, he gently rubbed the back of her neck.
Should he do the back of her legs? He should do her ass but come on; she couldn’t be expecting him to do that. That was just his own dirty wish. Maybe he should ask her what he should do next? That would be the safe thing.
“Okay, now my front,” Stephanie said.
She turned. The older woman also slipped off her bikini top as she moved. It was a single fluid motion that would imprint on the rest of his sexual life.
He looked down at her breasts. They were magnificent. Half of her breasts were dark bronzed while the other half was pale ivory. The lines of her bikini formed natural lingerie. Tiny pink nipples adorned twin mountains.
“Go ahead,” Stephanie said. “I want to be completely protected.”
James nodded. He raised his hands to her breasts.
At the last moment he remembered that he was here to lotion them. He tried to be clinical and shifted to below her shoulders. Remembering to rub the lotion in, he worked in tight circles as he slowly made his way down to her breasts.
As soon as his fingers reached Stephanie’s breasts, she began to moan. It was a soft trembling sound. James was doing his damn best to be methodical and platonic but as soon as he heard the moan, his fingers squeezed tighter.
“Yes, like that,” Stephanie moaned.
James bit his lip and nodded. He had permission. His hands tightened around her breasts. She was bustier than his last girlfriend (he thought, she keep her bra on during sex). The pale flesh under the tan lines turned pink under his constant rubbing.
Stephanie moaned again. She closed her eyes and leaned into his hands.
“Don’t forget my stomach,” Stephanie said.
James reluctantly left her breasts. Stephanie’s breasts were slick with sunscreen lotion but he was sure he might have missed a spot. His hands moved to her stomach. He had to switch metal gears and be much gentler with her stomach. It was easy to do; he was so close to her sex that he was almost afraid to touch her.
Stephanie undid a strap. Her bikini bottom fell to the floor. He looked down to the tony tuft of pubic hair above her bare sex.
“Here, like this,” Stephanie said. The older woman took his hand and guided it to her sex. She took his fingers and had him circle her sex.
“Around and around,” she moaned. “You do it.”
“Around and around,” he whispered. His fingers rubbed the path she had set out. Around and around and all he wanted was to go in, in, in.
“My legs,” Stephanie said.
James sighed but he dropped to one knee. He rubbed her hips and thighs with his newfound frustration. Stephanie’s sex hovered before him. It glistened from the sunscreen lotion or maybe it glistened with her desire.
“More lotion,” Stephanie said.
SQUIRT! James had been so focused on her sex that he hadn’t noticed that his hands were dry. Hands slick once more, he went back to rubbing her dark thighs, her tight calves and down to her soft feet. He rubbed and rubbed and hoped that if he did a good enough job that Stephanie would reward him with touching her sex once more.
“Almost done,” she said. She turned around and presented her ass.
It wasn’t her sex but James felt rewarded nonetheless. He cupped her ass and spread lotion over it. He pulled and squeezed her ass. Before long her ass was as shiny as the rest of her.
“Very good,” Stephanie said as she turned around. “Stand please. Ah, I see you enjoyed yourself.”
James looked down at the tent his cock was forming within his swimsuit. “I enjoyed it a lot,” he said.
“We can’t let you go out like this,” Stephanie said. She held her hand up. “Give me some sunscreen.”
SQUIRT!
She pulled down his swimsuit. Once the waistband got past his cock, the rest fell to the floor. James stood perfectly still. He didn’t want to ruin anything by speaking. He didn’t want to ruin anything by doing. He had nothing clever in mind anyway so maybe just standing there was for the best.
Stephanie’s slick fingers gripped his cock. She looked him in and the eyes as she stroked his cock. Skilled fingers gripped his cock with a confidence he had never felt from a woman.
“Did you like putting on my sunscreen?” Stephanie asked. Her hand pumped his cock.
“Yes,” James moaned.
She stroked faster. “Would you like to do it every day?”
“Oh God, yes,” James moaned. His knees shook a little. He leaned forward and his hands grabbed her shoulder. Stephanie didn’t mind.
“I would like that too,” Stephanie said. “But you have to understand that I am a grown woman with my own life. You can come and put sunscreen on me, but please don’t come by the rest of the day. I have my own life and my own lovers and I don’t need a handsome man hanging around.”
Stephanie stroked him faster. Now he was struggling just to stand. He had never climaxed standing up. James wasn’t sure it was even possible. His cock certainly thought it was.
“Besides, you should be hanging out with women your own age,” Stephanie said, her hand never stopping. “Have fun, get laid and make some summer memories. Just be sure to come by in the morning and help me with my sunscreen. Do we have a deal?”
“Oh God, yes,” James said.
Stephanie’s hand twisted. Her slick fingers tightened and that was all it took. James’ cock erupted and a wave of semen crashed onto Stephanie’s leg. She kept pumping until three heavy loads had landed on her tanned leg.
Squirt, squirt, squirt.
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