The inside of a mosh pit is a very violent and scary place with all the pushing, punching, flying elbows and head-butting. But that wasn’t going to stop me. I was on a MISSION!
The first go around I saw her coming around and yelled out, “Hey Babe, you look fuckin’ hot!” I smiled and reached out my hand. She glared at me and snarled. I didn’t see her fist as she clipped my cheek with a right cross that made my face feel like it was gonna cave in.
She must work out to be that strong, I thought as my cheek throbbed in pain.
Maybe it was my delivery?
Maybe it was what I said?
Well I’ll get another chance.
The second round I blurted out “Yo, Goddess, what’s your…” Before I could finish my sentence, she kicked me on the shin with the point of her cowboy boot, sending a lightning bolt of pain screaming up my leg and blood streaming down to my socks.
I guess she didn’t care for that line too much either, I figured when I stopped hobbling in pain.
Now I’m pissed. No more Mr. Nice Guy. Maybe that’s what she needs. To be told what I want and that I won’t take any more shit from her. Sometimes love is a bitch! She is obviously attracted to me because she has touched me in a passionate way twice. So now it’s either put up or shut up!
As she came around again I limped over and grabbed her by the nipple rings and said, “Listen, BITCH, I feel intense passion for you. So let’s stop playing stupid fuckin’ games and get down to business. NOW!”
The last thing I remember was her grabbing my crotch and digging her sharp black fingernails into my cock, then head-butting me.
The doctors have assured me that the operation was successful. They assured me that there are a lot of men that have fathered children with only one testicle. The reattachment went well also and if John Bobbitt can do it I should be able to also.
The Anniversary
A full moon lit the night sky. Two silhouettes danced ever so closely while Bill Medley sang “Unchained Melody”. They softly kissed and hugged each other tightly as the music slowly faded away.
“A last toast to finish off this special night… To my wife, ten years of marriage and the love-light still shines in our hearts. I love you!”
“Oh, honey. That was sweet,” she said and hugged him hard against her.
They had been sweethearts since high school and during their first year of college they got married in the old fashioned way, in Las Vegas on a hot June night. That November the first of the three children were born.
Together they scratched their way into the middle class. Like the rest of us, they worked long hours, hating their jobs, seldom finding time for even an occasional passionate moment together. They hoped this weekend would help re-ignite the fire that used to burn so hot. Those nights of drive-in movies, parents’ couches and the fear of getting caught, they all seemed so long ago. Actually they were long ago.
Tonight was going to be their night to remember.
“Let’s take this bottle of champagne up to our room and really celebrate.”
“Rupert, don’t drink too much. ‘Cause you know what it does to you.”
“Tonight is a special night, babe, and nothing is going to ruin my bliss with you. Let’s go upstairs and get naked.”
“OOOH, how romantic.” She laughed as they hurried to the elevator. It was broken, so they had to use the stairs and got winded by running up them in the rush. When Rupert twisted his ankle slipping on some spilled beer on the stairs, Delilah had to carry him to the room.
No amount of money had been spared for their night of unbridled passion. The room was very dimly lit by candles on both nightstands and the neon MOTEL 6 sign that flashed outside their room. There was a roll of quarters by the candle for the bed vibrator. The red and blue flannel sheets were pulled back, beckoning these two lovebirds to enter.
On each side of the bed were their nightclothes. She planned to wear a red camisole with black lace on the edges, a red garter belt with black stockings and a sapphire blue silk robe. His attire was a pair of white satin boxers with “Home of the Whopper” inscribed on the front and a Hugh Hefner style green robe. Love clothes, to say the least.
“Rupert, I want to take a shower and get ready. I have a little surprise for you…”
“Anything you want Delilah, schnookums.”
Zip, snap, drop, rustle, rustle. Rupert was ready to rock.
“Where’s my Old Spice, babe? Oh, nevermind, where’s the stupid remote control? Let’s see what’s on the tube. Cool, a porno channel!”
While Rupert was watching Blond Beach Bimbos Door To Door Dildo Salesgirls, Delilah got herself ready for a night of unbridled sex.
The shower had relaxed Delilah some. She slowly dried herself off and slipped into the camisole. After tucking, pulling and sucking in her stomach, she squeezed her large breasts into the nightwear. She looked over into the mirror and caught a glimpse of herself. When putting on her ruby red lipstick, she noticed there were no wrinkles under her eyes. She felt her face and the skin was still soft. She slowly started caressing the rest of her body with her hands. She still had firm breasts that only sagged a bit from having three kids breastfeeding from them. Her hips hadn’t widened too much, in fact hardly at all compared to most women that have had kids. She turned around to see her ass and even that still had a nice shape to it.
The years have been pretty good to me, she thought.
Basically, she was rather proud of her looks. Except of course for her size 12 feet.
She slipped on her new robe, turned off the light and stepped into the room. Rupert’s eyes were transfixed…on the TV.
“Hey Stud, what do you think?”
“Incredible!”
“No, me! Not the TV. How do I look?”
“Oh, that’s nice dear,” Rupert said distractedly.
Not to be deprived of the attention she deserved, Delilah stepped in front of the TV and stared at Rupert.
“Babe, you look absolutely incredible.” He winked and smiled devilishly, “Please turn around so I can see everything.”
Delilah felt very sexy and playful because this was something he hadn’t said to her in years. She turned around slowly and had her back to him while she wiggled out of her robe.
“WOW, you are so damn hot! Now bend over a little and spread your legs apart.”
“RUPERT!” she said shocked and a little mischievously.
Delilah faced away from Rupert and closed her eyes bending over. The tightness of the camisole pulled the fabric taut against her pussy. She felt that deep warmth creep through her and she pulled her hands up her torso and grasped her breasts. “Just a little more…” Rupert whispered. Delilah bent over a bit more giving him a full view of her ass.
“Yes, that’s perfect! Now I can work the remote control!” he said as he changed the volume.
“I can’t believe you! We come over here for us and you sit here watching porno movies!” Delilah turned her head to the side and leaned over a little further stretching the fabric tighter still on her moist pussy, looking at the movie. “GOOD LORD, look at the size of that thing!!!!” She stood there watching a petite blonde, no bigger then a hundred pounds take a monstrous member in…all twelve inches of it. Wincing, Delilah stepped back next to Rupert.
Delilah, still being a little upset, hopped on the bed. She noticed Rupert was sporting a woody and really paying attention to the movie.
“Rupert, does this stuff really turn you on? More than I do?”
“No way! Babe, you are an incredibly attractive woman. You’re sensual, sexy, extremely pretty and my best friend. Sometimes watching something like this is just to get my creative juices flowing and with the kids around we couldn’t have something like this at the house. Besides there are some things that you wouldn’t do to your best friend.”
They both stared at the screen watching the ELEPHANT man (or whatever his nickname was). He had the little blonde straddling him and riding on his cock like a bu
ll rider.
“Rupert, would you like to do some of those things with me?” Delilah asked worrying he’d be shocked or scared to ask her.
“I don’t know honey. Sometimes I’d be a little afraid to ask. HOLY SMOKES, would you like to try that?” The guy had the woman turned away from him and laying atop a desk as he hammered into her from behind.
“Sorry honey, it’d take two times what you have to even attempt that! Why don’t you turn that TV off? Let’s make some of our own stuff up as we go along…stud.”
Delilah stood before Rupert and pulled his face to her bosom. He breathed in her sweetly perfumed breasts. They strained to be free from the camisole. She took his face in her hands and licked his lips with just the tip of her tongue and fell forward drifting onto the bed with him. Straddling him, Delilah felt his cock’s firmness lying under her wet pussy inside the lingerie. She slid her hand down and inside the fabric feeling the slick juice of her want. She pulled her wet finger out and rubbed the juice along Rupert’s mouth. He licked his lips tasting the essence of her inner sanctum.
RRRIIIINNNNGGGG!
Angrily Rupert answered the phone, “Hello? I told you kids not to call us unless there was an emergency!” He sat up, his voice becoming concerned. “What do you mean the baby won’t eat dinner? Well you’re not supposed to feed her chili beans and anchovies! You feed her baby food. She’s only one year old!” Becoming more angry and frustrated he barked, “Where’s the baby-sitter? What do you mean she took our bottle of Dom Perignon, a can of whipped cream and the dustbuster into our bedroom with two boys and locked the door?”
Delilah was becoming scared and upset from the situation and sat up.
“Where’s that music coming from? The bedroom? You guys stay downstairs and we’ll be home in a little while.”
Rupert shielded the mouthpiece and whispered to his son, “Hey, flick the switch in the closet next to our bedroom, it activates my bedroom camcorder. Don’t tell anyone about it!”
Rupert slammed the phone down angrily.
“Should we leave?” Delilah asked looking disappointed and somewhat concerned.
“Hell no! We’ve been planning this for months. I want to be with you. Come here, woman!” he growled.
Rupert moved behind Delilah and slowly caressed her shoulders then kissed her softly on the back of the neck. He moved his hands along her sides creeping them slowly toward the front of her. He longed to be the camisole that clung ever so tightly to her body, caressing every part of her.
Delilah reached behind her and held the back of his head. She thrust her chest out exposing her cleavage to his eyes.
“This outfit is driving me crazy.”
“Does it turn you on?”
“I like to see you in anything, but mostly in nothing at all!”
Rupert forced his hands into the bust of the corset and grabbed her breasts.
“Uh, honey, my hands are stuck,” Rupert said, struggling to get his hands free from the front of the outfit.
“What? Ouch, that hurts! I can’t put my arms down!” Delilah cried, feeling confined and awkward.
RRRIIIINNNNGGGGG, RRRRIIIINNNNGGG!
“Shit, I can’t answer the phone!” Rupert yelled.
“Try unzipping it! The zipper is in the back. Use your teeth.” He was behind her but his hands were stuck in front and over her shoulders. So he did his best contortionist maneuver and stretched his neck down and grabbed the zipper in his teeth.
“Ahhhh! Ouch, I just chipped my tooth and the latch on the zipper broken!” he screamed as blood trickled from his mouth.
They tried to break loose from their odd situation but they lost their balance and Rupert slammed against a small table. The lamp fell and broke, scattering porcelain all over the floor. The table dropped onto the floor with a loud thud. To top things off the small candle on the table caught the carpet on fire.
About this time the motel manager was making his rounds and walked by their room. He couldn’t help but hear the screaming and thrashing about in the room, as Rupert frantically tried to free his hands. The manager, assuming the worst, banged on the door and since nobody was answering he unlocked the door. From the doorway he saw Rupert bent over with Delilah in front of him and his hands locked in her camisole. To the manager it looked like he was choking her, so he rushed up behind him and pulled at him, freeing his hands.
They fell back with Rupert cracking his head on the coffee table. Delilah’s breasts popped out and the camisole ripped a seam.
At the police station Delilah was booked for prostitution, Rupert’s head received twelve stitches and the Enquirer interviewed the hotel manager.
When Rupert finally came to, he explained to the judge what was going on. After the laughter subsided, the judge made him pay for damages and ordered him to go home. When they finally got home the kids were all in bed sleeping, the house was clean (even their bedroom), and the babysitter was doing her homework (Biology of human sexuality).
“What a night!” Rupert told Delilah as she was taking off her make-up and standing in front of the mirror wearing her old, beat up flannel robe.
She jumped into bed with her green mud mask and told Rupert, “We don’t need a motel room, we’ve got this old bed and we’ve made magic here for 10 years! I love you Rupert… Rupert?”
“ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ, snort, huh?”
They snuggled up next to each other and fell asleep in each other’s arms, just like every other night.
The Apartment
Linda had just spent a four long weeks away on business and had taken the red-eye flight home. She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to get in her own bed. She had a headache and slight hangover from airline drinks and her luggage seemed to weigh a ton as she dragged it towards her apartment.
After what seemed an eternity of stairs, she walked in without even turning on the lights and headed straight for her bed. When she went in her bedroom, she saw a pair of pants draped over a chair in the darkened room. Carl must be here, she thought to herself. Not even bothering to shower or take off her make-up, she stripped naked and slipped into her bed. Oh, it feels so nice to be in my own bed, she thought to herself. It had been so long that she barely recognized it—it felt so much better than she remembered.
As she lay there in an extremely relaxed state, Carl rolled over. He put his big strong arm around Linda. His warmth soothed her as he hugged her tightly, softly kissing her on the earlobe.
“I missed you,” he whispered while slowly stroking her soft skin ever so delicately.
“Mmmmmm, that feels nice,” she whispered back, leaning into his body.
He rolled her onto her stomach and climbed on top of her. His large hands began rubbing and massaging her back.
“God, it’s been so long since you’ve done something like this to me,” she softly said. “It feels great!” Linda began to melt to his touch, her body relaxing and molding to the curves of the bed.
It was very stimulating and quite a turn-on to have someone baby her like this. Time stood still for her as he painstakingly massaged every inch of her back and slowly moved his hands around to feel the sides of her breasts. As he cupped the smooth fullness of her breasts, Linda moaned into the bed feeling herself falling into bliss. She felt so relaxed and it was almost dreamlike. As Carl moved down to her rear end and legs, he stopped briefly to softly kiss the small of her back and her thighs. He ran his tongue along the creases of her body, along her backside and hips to the center of her back between her shoulders. Damn I am so fuckin’ turned on, she thought to herself enjoying her arousal.
Carl moved his hand between her thighs and felt her wetness. His fingers slipped between the labia and felt her pussy heat to his touch. When he kissed her back and the curve of her ass, Linda almost came. His mouth followed the crease of her ass, and she leaned face down into the coolness of her pillow as his head moved behind her. His finger poked deeper into her, making her squirm, and when his tongue reached the openin
g of her pussy she couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. He pulled his finger out and sucked on it like a lollipop. Grabbing her legs, he pulled to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor. He nuzzled his nose to her ass and licked the length of her hot sex. The tip of his tongue swept across the opening. The juices from within her trickled down her inner thigh mixing with the saliva from his tender eating of her sanctuary.
The gentleness of his seduction became more intense from the taste of her. His deeper desires started taking over. His hard-on was aching to probe her and the taste of her sweet juices spurred an animalistic desire in him. Standing up behind her, he put a hand on her back and reached under her with the other one, lifting her up and plunged deeply into her wet cavern.
She could not believe how good it felt. The hard thickness of her man plunging into her with reckless abandon. The smacking sound of his stomach against her ass making her body shake. It had been so long and he felt so different than before.
He grabbed onto Linda’s hips and started driving deeper and harder into her. His own grunts and moans were becoming savage. It was glorious. She felt the swelling passion inside as she clenched the sheets in her hands and bit on her lip.
Oh, what a feeling!
When he reached forward and slid his hands up under her breasts grasping them firmly in his strong hands, goose bumps trickled across her body and she started screaming.
Linda stood up on her knees and Carl bit hard on her neck. She reached back and grabbed onto his ass frantically pulling him towards her shrieking, “Dammit Carl, don’t stop! Harder…HARDER…don’t stop! This is fucking incredible!”
Stopping abruptly, he reached over to turn on the light and said, “Carl? Who the fuck is Carl?”
“AAAAHHHHH!!!! Who the hell are you!” Linda shrieked as she pulled up the blanket. She sat there staring at a naked stranger, and looking extremely dumbfounded with his doinger hanging out.
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