txboyalone
Seeker of all truth
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While I prefer guys these days, I have always had an appreciation for women since I have been married to the love of my life for 43 years. (please no judgement about my lifestyle)
I was driving to work this morning and the radio was playing golden oldies when they started playing Elvis’s “Falling In Love” I am not a big Elvis fan but I was struck with a memory that was so poignant that I sprung a hard on that wouldn’t quit, it was almost painful and I had to let it out of my pants to continue to drive.
The year was 1964 and I was in 8th grade, first Tri-Hi-Y dance and I had ask Jeanie Prejean to dance, Falling In Love started playing and I took her in my arms. Jeanie was a very attractive girl, with an hour glass figure and had a nice set of developing titties; I wish I had gotten a chance to see them later in life. Like most girls then her hair was teased out to about twice the size of her head and as I took her in my arms two things became painfully obvious. Close dancing causes some problems the first being that her hair was like a Brill-o pad and the amount of hair sprayed she used to get it that way made it so ridged that I thought I was going to cut my nose off. As we danced her young developing tits rubbed against my chest and I sprang a boner that tented my paints out to such an extent that I knew she must be feeling that hard knob push against her belly. My reactions were mixed, first I was horrified that she might feel it, secondly the excitement from this first contact I was pretty sure going to cause me to shot a load in my pants and third would any girl ever want to dance with me again. Jeanie must have had a discussion with her mother or older sister because she tilted her bottom out so we were not touching in that lower area but continued to rub her hardening nipples against my no so manly chest. The song finally ended and I walked her back to her seat making sure to stay behind her as my erections slowly begin to fade.
I am sure that happened again and again over my high school and college years but none of those moments come back to me like that one does when I hear Elvis croon that song. I didn’t make it to the 40th high school reunion but I saw from the pictures on line that Jeanie is still teasing her hair and still has a nice rack on her which I am sure her husband enjoys every chance he gets.
They say that fragrances or smells can often bring on some of our strongest memories, but songs seem to work on me. This morning I had to turn into a little road side park and take care of my hardon before heading on to work, it was nice load thinking about Jeanie and her titties. Hope I didn’t bore anyone with this remembrance.
What about you do you have a memory that comes back because of a song or a fragrance?
I was driving to work this morning and the radio was playing golden oldies when they started playing Elvis’s “Falling In Love” I am not a big Elvis fan but I was struck with a memory that was so poignant that I sprung a hard on that wouldn’t quit, it was almost painful and I had to let it out of my pants to continue to drive.
The year was 1964 and I was in 8th grade, first Tri-Hi-Y dance and I had ask Jeanie Prejean to dance, Falling In Love started playing and I took her in my arms. Jeanie was a very attractive girl, with an hour glass figure and had a nice set of developing titties; I wish I had gotten a chance to see them later in life. Like most girls then her hair was teased out to about twice the size of her head and as I took her in my arms two things became painfully obvious. Close dancing causes some problems the first being that her hair was like a Brill-o pad and the amount of hair sprayed she used to get it that way made it so ridged that I thought I was going to cut my nose off. As we danced her young developing tits rubbed against my chest and I sprang a boner that tented my paints out to such an extent that I knew she must be feeling that hard knob push against her belly. My reactions were mixed, first I was horrified that she might feel it, secondly the excitement from this first contact I was pretty sure going to cause me to shot a load in my pants and third would any girl ever want to dance with me again. Jeanie must have had a discussion with her mother or older sister because she tilted her bottom out so we were not touching in that lower area but continued to rub her hardening nipples against my no so manly chest. The song finally ended and I walked her back to her seat making sure to stay behind her as my erections slowly begin to fade.
I am sure that happened again and again over my high school and college years but none of those moments come back to me like that one does when I hear Elvis croon that song. I didn’t make it to the 40th high school reunion but I saw from the pictures on line that Jeanie is still teasing her hair and still has a nice rack on her which I am sure her husband enjoys every chance he gets.
They say that fragrances or smells can often bring on some of our strongest memories, but songs seem to work on me. This morning I had to turn into a little road side park and take care of my hardon before heading on to work, it was nice load thinking about Jeanie and her titties. Hope I didn’t bore anyone with this remembrance.
What about you do you have a memory that comes back because of a song or a fragrance?
