here goes nothing...

[Galene]

ROFLMAO! Okay, yeah, you caught me. And of course I have to check myself out in the mirror sometimes, too, check out which angles are best, etc. Oh, and suck in my stomach. That's a must. And then pooch it out. And see which angles my cock looks biggest from. And make faces in the mirror.

Oh, and a personal fave that never fails to make my wife laugh: waggle my hips back and forth so that my dick slaps against my thighs.

there ya go!!! so much to choose from

hold on, you got an adorable stomach! no need to suck it in at all!

dick slaps? mmm... a fave of mine as well

 

[MrGreen]

there ya go!!! so much to choose from

hold on, you got an adorable stomach! no need to suck it in at all!

dick slaps? mmm... a fave of mine as well

*giggle* How do you know I haven't been sucking it in all this time?

 

[Galene]

*giggle* How do you know I haven't been sucking it in all this time?

hmm... that would account for short, clipped sentences with a breathless quality in them

on the other hand, sucking it in all of the time does wonders for the muscles in that area

 

[MrGreen]

hmm... that would account for short, clipped sentences with a breathless quality in them

on the other hand, sucking it in all of the time does wonders for the muscles in that area

True, but what I'd really like to suck in isn't "it" but "it" with your "cl" in front of it...

 

[Galene]

True, but what I'd really like to suck in isn't "it" but "it" with your "cl" in front of it...

*perplexed, grabs piece of paper, scribbles, crosses out, scribbles again, thinks hard, tries one more time... suddenly it dawns on her...*

ohhhh!!!

 

[MrGreen]

*perplexed, grabs piece of paper, scribbles, crosses out, scribbles again, thinks hard, tries one more time... suddenly it dawns on her...*

ohhhh!!!

Yeah, right close to *purr*

 

[Galene]

Yeah, right close to *purr*

hey!...I am supposed to do the purrrrring here!

 

[MrGreen]

hey!...I am supposed to do the purrrrring here!

Clearly, you don't know just how much I enjoy giving oral.

Just finished my writing for the night. Still not sure if I like it or not, but here it is. And gonna head home with my batteries now. Hopefully back a bit later.

untitled so far:
She lifts a worn paperback off the microwave. The book has known many women's hands, something erotic and frequently checked out from our local library. Its cover depicts a man and a woman, both with improbable if not impossible bodies. I believe the term is bodice-ripper.

She gives me a quick peck on the forehead. "I'm going to take a bath," she says. I nod. I know it's not an invitation.

I continue flipping with the remote. Nothing grabs my attention. I cycle through the spectrum of channels twice, three times. The water in the bathroom has stopped running. I rise and walk to the door and listen.

There is the gentle sound of water lapping against the tub, but nothing else. I'm holding my breath and imagine that she is doing the same, listening for me. The smell of her bath salts sneaks under or around the door. Jasmine, I think.

Finally, I hear a page turn. I release my breath.

I want to stand there longer, to hear her breathe more deeply, to hear the water in the tub splashing more, and for a moment longer I stand outside the door, my cock hardening inside my jeans. But this is where she goes. It's the only place she can get that release.

It wasn't always like this. The first few times we made love, she faked her orgasms and I could tell she was acting for my benefit, but I didn't mind. In between the too-loud cries, I occasionally heard genuinely caught breaths. I listened intently for those clues and filed them away until I knew her special triggers. It wasn't long before her cries were real. She came fiercely and often, but something in me longed for those times when she worried more about my ego and didn't give in to her own pleasures.

I'd always taken pride in my ability to find my lovers' sweet spots, but no one before her came back to earth with such wide and darting eyes. Her arms and legs would scrabble crab-like underneath me for a split-second until she remembered where she was, who I was. Her fear was the price we both paid for her pleasure.

Outside the door, I sigh and head to the shoe rack inside the front door. I slip on my loafers. "Hon," I call, "I'm going out for a beer. Back in an hour."

She doesn't answer, but I know she's heard me. This is part of the routine. She'll pleasure herself in the bathtub and I'll have a beer. When we've both finished, we'll act as if everything is okay and head to the bedroom together. She, now in control of her body, will pretend to have an orgasm and I will pretend to believe her. And then we'll roll away and listen to one another's breathing, wondering whether we're really asleep or just faking it.

 

[Angelofsex]

Clearly, you don't know just how much I enjoy giving oral.

Just finished my writing for the night. Still not sure if I like it or not, but here it is. And gonna head home with my batteries now. Hopefully back a bit later.

untitled so far:
She lifts a worn paperback off the microwave. The book has known many women's hands, something erotic and frequently checked out from our local library. Its cover depicts a man and a woman, both with improbable if not impossible bodies. I believe the term is bodice-ripper.

She gives me a quick peck on the forehead. "I'm going to take a bath," she says. I nod. I know it's not an invitation.

I continue flipping with the remote. Nothing grabs my attention. I cycle through the spectrum of channels twice, three times. The water in the bathroom has stopped running. I rise and walk to the door and listen.

There is the gentle sound of water lapping against the tub, but nothing else. I'm holding my breath and imagine that she is doing the same, listening for me. The smell of her bath salts sneaks under or around the door. Jasmine, I think.

Finally, I hear a page turn. I release my breath.

I want to stand there longer, to hear her breathe more deeply, to hear the water in the tub splashing more, and for a moment longer I stand outside the door, my cock hardening inside my jeans. But this is where she goes. It's the only place she can get that release.

It wasn't always like this. The first few times we made love, she faked her orgasms and I could tell she was acting for my benefit, but I didn't mind. In between the too-loud cries, I occasionally heard genuinely caught breaths. I listened intently for those clues and filed them away until I knew her special triggers. It wasn't long before her cries were real. She came fiercely and often, but something in me longed for those times when she worried more about my ego and didn't give in to her own pleasures.

I'd always taken pride in my ability to find my lovers' sweet spots, but no one before her came back to earth with such wide and darting eyes. Her arms and legs would scrabble crab-like underneath me for a split-second until she remembered where she was, who I was. Her fear was the price we both paid for her pleasure.

Outside the door, I sigh and head to the shoe rack inside the front door. I slip on my loafers. "Hon," I call, "I'm going out for a beer. Back in an hour."

She doesn't answer, but I know she's heard me. This is part of the routine. She'll pleasure herself in the bathtub and I'll have a beer. When we've both finished, we'll act as if everything is okay and head to the bedroom together. She, now in control of her body, will pretend to have an orgasm and I will pretend to believe her. And then we'll roll away and listen to one another's breathing, wondering whether we're really asleep or just faking it.

((((((MrGreen))))))))) WOW! This was very hot..........please cont. writing it.......dammmm, wondering what will happen next, will love to see that she does enjoy what you give her and she is not faking..........Hugs and kisses.

 

[ElusivButterfly]

Love the story so far...looking forward to the continuation *Hugs for Mr Green, thank you for the lil "chat" last evening*

untitled so far:
She lifts a worn paperback off the microwave. The book has known many women's hands, something erotic and frequently checked out from our local library. Its cover depicts a man and a woman, both with improbable if not impossible bodies. I believe the term is bodice-ripper.

She gives me a quick peck on the forehead. "I'm going to take a bath," she says. I nod. I know it's not an invitation.

I continue flipping with the remote. Nothing grabs my attention. I cycle through the spectrum of channels twice, three times. The water in the bathroom has stopped running. I rise and walk to the door and listen.

There is the gentle sound of water lapping against the tub, but nothing else. I'm holding my breath and imagine that she is doing the same, listening for me. The smell of her bath salts sneaks under or around the door. Jasmine, I think.

Finally, I hear a page turn. I release my breath.

I want to stand there longer, to hear her breathe more deeply, to hear the water in the tub splashing more, and for a moment longer I stand outside the door, my cock hardening inside my jeans. But this is where she goes. It's the only place she can get that release.

It wasn't always like this. The first few times we made love, she faked her orgasms and I could tell she was acting for my benefit, but I didn't mind. In between the too-loud cries, I occasionally heard genuinely caught breaths. I listened intently for those clues and filed them away until I knew her special triggers. It wasn't long before her cries were real. She came fiercely and often, but something in me longed for those times when she worried more about my ego and didn't give in to her own pleasures.

I'd always taken pride in my ability to find my lovers' sweet spots, but no one before her came back to earth with such wide and darting eyes. Her arms and legs would scrabble crab-like underneath me for a split-second until she remembered where she was, who I was. Her fear was the price we both paid for her pleasure.

Outside the door, I sigh and head to the shoe rack inside the front door. I slip on my loafers. "Hon," I call, "I'm going out for a beer. Back in an hour."

She doesn't answer, but I know she's heard me. This is part of the routine. She'll pleasure herself in the bathtub and I'll have a beer. When we've both finished, we'll act as if everything is okay and head to the bedroom together. She, now in control of her body, will pretend to have an orgasm and I will pretend to believe her. And then we'll roll away and listen to one another's breathing, wondering whether we're really asleep or just faking it.

 

[MrGreen]

((((((MrGreen))))))))) WOW! This was very hot..........please cont. writing it.......dammmm, wondering what will happen next, will love to see that she does enjoy what you give her and she is not faking..........Hugs and kisses.

Wow, thanks! I wasn't sure if I was happy with this or not. I probably won't go any further with it. Most of my stuff is short like this--I like to write for online mags and longer stuff just doesn't fit quite as well, I don't think. But thanks!

 

[MrGreen]

Love the story so far...looking forward to the continuation *Hugs for Mr Green, thank you for the lil "chat" last evening*

Thank you! I enjoyed it, too! Afraid that this is as far as the story goes except for a few re-writes. It may wind up becoming part of a collection of similarly short pieces about women. We'll see.

 

[Bitenips]

God, that new AV of yours still just DOES something to me. I usually like to come IN my partner, but that pic... I just want to come all over your face. Good thing you wear glasses.

ooohmy...I really hadnt planned on keeping this AV for long...perhaps I'll keep it a bit longer since you like it so

 

[Bitenips]

ohhh... I don't have a full length one, and the few times I tried I got the flash reflecting back...lol... I still have to try a good friend's suggestion to cover the flash with one finger

 

[MrGreen]

ooohmy...I really hadnt planned on keeping this AV for long...perhaps I'll keep it a bit longer since you like it so

Ohhhh, I hope you do, although I'm sure any AV you use will be wonderful. There's just something so wanton about this one.

 

[Bitenips]

Ohhhh, I hope you do, although I'm sure any AV you use will be wonderful. There's just something so wanton about this one.

wanton...ohmy

 

[MrGreen]

wanton...ohmy

I think the right word to follow wanton with is abandon. Rowr.

 

[Bitenips]

I think the right word to follow wanton with is abandon. Rowr.

mmmmm great word choice *naughty wigGgle*

 

[MrGreen]

mmmmm great word choice *naughty wigGgle*

Thanks! I'm going nuts at the office because I have this writing idea I want to talk to a friend of mine about, but she's probably tucking in her daughter right about now. Argh!

 

[Bitenips]

Thanks! I'm going nuts at the office because I have this writing idea I want to talk to a friend of mine about, but she's probably tucking in her daughter right about now. Argh!

lol poor thang

 

[MrGreen]

lol poor thang

On the plus side, the story I wrote last night has already been requested by an editor for a lit mag. Woo!

 

[Bitenips]

On the plus side, the story I wrote last night has already been requested by an editor for a lit mag. Woo!

congrats

 

[MrGreen]

congrats

Thanks.

Too bad it doesn't pay. Could use some $$$. Got new batteries for my camera last night and it still didn't work. I think it might be broken.

 

[Bitenips]

Thanks.

Too bad it doesn't pay. Could use some $$$. Got new batteries for my camera last night and it still didn't work. I think it might be broken.

oooh no this is bad...very bad! hope you get it working soon!

 

[MrGreen]

oooh no this is bad...very bad! hope you get it working soon!

You and me both. I'm gonna test the batteries on some stuff that I know was working. Hopefully, I just bought dead batteries.