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Saturday, November 17, 2007

Pussycapades


Since I have started writing these stories it has brought back quite a few memories some of which I would rather forget. I was sitting around with a friend of mine exchanging whore stories when I remembered JP. His chapter in my life spans over a few years. But with most of the men in my life came a first. So sit back and relax pour you a glass of wine. This one here is going to be a doozie!


I met JP in one of my favorite hang outs back in the day. It was called the Cowboys Sports Cafe. This spot was notorious for wild times. It was not out of the ordinary to see the Cowboy players. Micheal Irvin was always there with his entourage of 10 to 15 dudes. That was until Jerry Jones banned them from coming in there. JP was playing pool when I spotted him. He was well dressed, but somewhat over dressed for a sports bar so he stood out to me. He had on a button up polo shirt, some khakis and some dress shoes. He was tall and slender with a baby face. This night the Cafe was jumping the Cowboys won so everyone was in good spirits and drunk. I was sitting at one of the tables with my friends when he approached us. We were all making general conversation. His conversation started being directed to me. I guess he had made his choice. I unfortunately was still dealing with a crying ass boyfriend. I told him up front that I was seeing some one. Like most men he didn't give a shit, and truth be told neither did I.


He talked me into playing pool with him. I am horrible at pool but he wanted to "help" me. His way of helping was just a way for him to get closer to me. I didn't mind one bit! He helped me hold the pole while leaning on me from behind. We played a few games of pool. After the pool playing my girls were ready to go home. I noticed that he had a couple of rubber bands on his wrist he kept popping them. I asked him what they were for and he told me it was a secret and that I would find out later. I told my girls that I was going to stay a while longer and hang out with my new found friend. I stayed talking to him for a while. It was getting late and I told him that I needed to go home. He handed me a little sheet of paper with a hand written note that read. JP good for one night of pleasure, satisfaction guaranteed. I thought that this was the cutest thing. I was still young and very gullible. I ate it up. I giggled when I read it. He just in return gave me a sexy smile. I told him that it was nice meeting him and hanging out. He asked me for a hug which I gladly gave and home I went. To think about him the rest of the night.


About 6 months went past before I seen JP again. It was at the sports bar when I laid my eyes on him. I was finally done with crying ass Jerrod(yay!). I told him how good it was to see him. I got that nervous , butterflies in my tummy feeling that I get when I am interested in someone. I wasn't sure if he recognized me. I knew in the second that our eyes met that he did. I waved to him and he walked over to me. We made the usual chi chat that you do when you haven't seen anyone for a while. He asked me if I still had my coupon. Of course I did. I kept it in my jewelry box. He reminded me that it didn't have an expiration date. He sat with me and my friends to watch the game. He kept finding ways to touch me. I could feel a spark each time our flesh touched. I knew that I was going to have him. After the game he again wanted to play pool. I told him that the only way I would play is if he "helped" me again, which of course he did. After we finished playing pool he asked me if I would like to take a walk with him. There was a stream that ran through the city behind the bar. I agreed.


The stream walk was about 3 blocks from the bar. I drove us there. As we are walking down the stream he talked about eating my pussy. He told me that he didn't want to have sex yet. He just wanted to see what I tasted like. I was amazed at how blunt he was when it was just the two of us. We are out in the open. I told him no because some one might see. He told me that it was late and no one would be coming by. I have on my "lucky" pants or my get em girl pants. Why not I thought you only live once. Just thinking about it was exciting. I did not know why the men here could be cool with just eating pussy. He was not the first or the last either for that matter. We walk into a tunnel that was just about 50 yards from the street. He helps me take off my pants and lifts me up on the brick wall that lines the walk. Voila he dives in like a champ. When I am almost at orgasms we hear foot steps coming. I have to jump off the wall and try and get these tight ass pants back on before we are caught. I made it though barley. The man that was jogging by was looking at us crazy. I am sure we looked guilty as hell and we were laughing uncontrollably. JP's face was glistening from my juices under the full moon . We exchange numbers and I drove him back to the bar to get his car. He found some pictures of me in my car and asked for one so I gave it to him. Our night ended with a kiss.


In talking on the phone with JP over the next few days I find out that he is in law enforcement. He had a son that he was raising alone because his ex-wife didn't want to be a mother. He and his son were staying with his sister so that she could help raise him. My heart went out to him. It is so rare to hear about a man raising his own child. I was not a fan of dating men with children at the time, but for him I made an exception. I could talk to him for hours.


We decided to meet up at the movies a few days later. He asked that I wear a skirt so that he could have easy access. When we get there I asked him what movie did he want to see. He tole me that he didn't have any intention of watching a movie. OK now I am confused. I asked him why we are here if he didn't want to watch a movie. He gave me another one of those sexy bad boy grins and told me had something else in mind. He bought us tickets to Mystery Alaska. The only thing I knew about that movie was that it was in Alaska and about hockey. There was only three other people in there to see the movie. The theatre that we were in had stadium seating. We went to the very top and sat in the middle of the row. We put the arm rests in between the seats making the row into a makeshift bed. I wore a skirt like he asked no panties, no I know why. Viola again he dives in. It took everything in me to hold in my moans and groans JP was good at this! After he made me cum I sit back up in my seat looking at the back of the heads that are in front of us. I returned the oral favor. That is when I found out what the rubber band was for. He used the rubber band for a cheap version of a cock ring! He was too young to have dick problems. I know that if those people would have looked back they would have seen what looked like me bobbing for apples in his lap. Now as if having oral sex in public wasn't enough. We start having sex. I am riding him in a backward cowgirl. I don't know how I let this man talk me into this. The thought of getting caught made it better. We finished before the movie was over. He wanted to leave, but there was no way in hell I was going to shimmy my ass down those stairs and tip out in front of those people just in case they got a show.


The shit hits the fan that same weekend! As usual me and a group of friends meet up at the sports bar to watch football. I was in shock as to what happens next. In walks JP with a very pregnant woman. Not only is this woman pregnant she is wearing a wedding ring. She is obviously staring at me and wants me to see her. JP looked more nervous then a hoe in church. Naturally he wasn't trying to make eye contact with me. Now if I was a hood rat I would have clowned his ass. My friends are asking me if I wanted to leave because I was pissed! There was no way in hell I was leaving. I was there every Sunday this was my hang out. If anyone was going to leave it was going to be their ass! This woman or what I found out later was his wife couldn't take her eyes off of me. They get up and leave about 30 minutes after they arrived. There were no words exchanged just a bunch of dirty looks. I felt sorry for her, but it wasn't my fault she was married to a lying cheating ass bastard.


By the time I got home that night he had called me 5 times. At first I wasn't going to talk to him. I decided to answer his call after all of the pathetic messages he left. When I he called he tried to make light of the situation saying well the cat is out of the bag. Well no shit! Yeah the cat is out of the bag. Not only was he still married she was pregnant with their second child. They still lived together there wasn't even a separation. All of what he told me was a lie. I asked him why was she looking at me like she knew me. He told me that she did know who I was. She knew who I was because his stupid ass hid the picture that I gave him under the floor mats of the car that they shared! Not only was he cheating on his pregnant wife he had the audacity to have proof! Stupid Bitch! He tried to lie and tell her that I was messing with his homeboy. Wifey didn't buy that lame ass story. She made him bring her to the cafe so that she could see me for herself. What a bastard! He told me that he was glad that I knew the truth. He didn't want the fact that he was married have to come between us. I was gullible but I still knew the difference between right and wrong. I told him that I was done with his ass and to not ever call me again. That was the last conversation I had with JP for the next 5 years...


To be continued.


Friday, November 9, 2007

There's A First Time For Everything





There is a first time for everything is what they tell me. I didn't chose to wait, I just did. I wish that I could say that I was saving myself for marriage, but that wasn't the case. My daddy intimidated most of the boys in my neighborhood where I grew up. Everyone knew my dad. He worked at the State Pen. To make matters worse I was adopted by the Munoz family next door. The Munoz family consisted of six boys and one girl. Liz was the baby and also my best friend. So they treated us like little kids most of the time and the boys were also afraid of the Munoz'. So back then I didn't have a chance in hell of getting my cherry popped. My dad and the Munoz' made sure of that.



I grew up a chubby girl in Albuquerque. Yes there are black people there. That is usually the first question I get when I tell people where I am from. We only make up about 3% of the population. Growing up there is hard on black females. Most of the black boys dated the Mexican girls. I grew up thinking that I wasn't cute. Hell I was chubby simple as that. Being a chubby teenager does nothing for ones self esteem. I moved to Texas when I was 20. My eyes were wide open. I was living in a place where every where you looked there was someone that looked like me. It was great! Suddenly I wasn't just another fat black face in the crowd. People were actually noticing me. I loved it here.


As you may have read in a previous story I woke up one morning and just had to have "it". I was working in a big company with tons of men. I had been here for close to two years. Everyone was hooking up. I had my eyes on Johnny Clyde. I was in love with him. He was tall and bald just like I like em. I admired him from a far for a long time. I was pretty shy back in the day. We became friends, he was my buddy. I would make it a point to where my Heather Locklear business suits then sashay by his desk. He wanted to go out for drinks one night. After the drinks we sat in my car and made out. He could have had me that night if he wanted to. Telling him my secret ruined that idea though. I told him that I was a virgin and wanted him to be my first. Who knew that would be a mistake. Not me or I would not have told him. He told me that he wouldn't do it. He was going through a divorce at the time. He told me that it needed to be special. That he didn't want the responsibility of taking my chastity. I can understand it now, but at the time it hurt my feelings. Then somehow the word got out. Everyone knew my dirty little secret. That is what is funny about a secret. Once you tell one person, it's no longer a secret. It was so obvious that I was now a moving target with these bastards. I didn't trust any of them. I actually over heard 2 of them bastards discussing which one of them were going to "get me". Neither I cussed their asses out right then and there. They were both attractive men but they were also a couple of the many office hoes. We were cool after that. Just had to clear the air...bastards. There was no way in hell any of them was going to be able to say that they "had me".



So my search continues...My best friend is from Shreveport, LA. We would burn up I-20 going back and forth between Texas and Louisiana. It's only about a three hour drive. We would go to these little hole in the walls Lacy's and Mable's. Lacy's played hip hop, and Mable's played old school. There were many a drunken night in those clubs. They were right next door to one another. My best friend is 10 years older then me so she would spend most of her time in Mable's, and me in Lacy's. I would hop back and forth between the two all night. It was on yet another drunken rendezvous that I met him. His name was Willie. Sparks were flying. I caught him staring at me. After awhile of our eye locking he walks over to where I was. The saying is true or it was in this case. I knew within a few minutes that I wanted him. It was odd to me then. It could have been the tequila. Whatever this feeling was, it was awesome! He asked me to dance and I guess you could call it that. The old folks would call it dry hunching. I have never been big on public sighs of affection, but we couldn't keep our hands or mouths for that matter off of each other. We closed the club that night as me and my friend did on quite a few occasions. My friend found us lip locking against the wall. I had forgot all about her. Willie and I exchanged numbers and promised to call each other.



Over the next few weeks we talked on the phone everyday. We talked about the sparks we felt for one another. We laughed at almost having sex against that wall. About a month or so after our first meeting there I was burning up I-20 again. This time I was on a mission. I was on my way to get me some. Oddly enough I wasn't nervous. I wasn't in love with this man. I wasn't delusional it was what it was. I wanted to have sex. That was what it was about and I was driving 3 hours to get it. I didn't tell Willie I was a virgin because I didn't want him to back out of the deal. All of my girl friends back home were rooting me on. They couldn't wait to hear the details. I couldn't wait to tell them.



When I arrive in the city I call Willie and we are going to meet up after he gets off work. He worked at one of the many casinos there. He didn't live alone. He lived with his mamma so naturally we aren't going to his house. He comes and picks me up at my friends house and greets me with one of those sweet kisses of his. No off we go. OK so now I am getting a little nervous. We are driving around looking for a motel. We get to the room and start kissing. I was having an internal panic attack. Willie wants to take a shower because he just got off. While he is in the shower I am thinking do I take my clothes off? I am trying to position myself on the bed in a sexy pose. That wasn't working. Everything I did seemed wrong. We haven't even started yet and I needed this part to be over. I felt so got damn awkward. When he finally gets out of the shower he is standing in front of me in nothing but a towel. I didn't have the first clue on what to do next...so I sit. He comes over to the bed and sits next down next to me. We start kissing and again the sparks. I am grinding against his body when he starts to undress me. Now I am starting to panic again. It is about to go down! I am now completely naked. I didn't know much but I did know I didn't want any got damn kids. I asked him where the condoms were. I thought that was his job. He doesn't have any, so off to the store he goes.



I am laying there waiting for him to get back. Again I thought about a sexy pose. That shit just wasn't working for me. I laugh at the thought. He gets back and we get started again. He puts on the condom when the funniest shit E V E R happens! He was like I need you to help me. His voice was almost trembling. I am thinking to myself that I am the last person that can help you with it. Hell I didn't even know how they worked yet. Flicks were the closest I had been to a dick. He reaches over and turns on the light. Willie had some how gotten his pubes twisted in the condom. He was laying there begging for me to help him. I couldn't help but to bust out laughing my ass off. He didn't thing that there was shit funny at the time. That's when I spilt the beans. I told him that I was a virgin and I didn't know what to do. He was going to have to fix it. Then he shocked the shit outta me. He told me that he was a virgin too! Well I will be got damn. How in the hell out of all the dicks in the world do I end up with a man whose dick had never been in another pussy? That is the kind of dumb luck my black ass has. Now we are both rolling. We are laying there belly laughing. He somehow gets his pubic hair loose from being intertwined in the rubber.



Let's Get Ready To RUUUUUUUUUUUUUMBLE! Yeah right? I heard that the shit was supposed to hurt but not as much as it did. It could have been because there wasn't much foreplay besides kissing. He didn't even try rubbing my kitty. He must have tried for 10 minutes to get his dick inside of me. That shit was not working. That's it I quit! I told him that he should just quit. I had at that instant accepted the fact that I would always be a virgin. The shit wasn't happening. He was like you just need to relax. I mean seriously how could he think that I could calm relax? Get the fuck out of here with that bullshit. I told him that he could try one more time. If it didn't go in he was taking me back to my friends house. I couldn't take any more of this. That must have been what he needed because it went in then.



It wasn't so bad after he got it in. I even rode it for a little bit. It was as if all of the porn and masturbating over the years had paid off. I didn't think that I would be able to have an orgasm either my first time. I did that too. Ol' Willie wasn't so bad. We both fell asleep after it was over. I felt different some how. I'm sure what that feeling was but I know that I woke up with a smile on my face.



Willie and I only seen each other 3 times after our initial encounter. I don't remember now how we drifted apart, we just did. I didn't fall madly in love with him because he was my first lover. He lived too far away. Once I got started it was on a popping. I am still glad that I waited until I thought that I was ready. I don't have any regrets. I didn't have the usual horror story that some women have. My first time wasn't an accident, it didn't just happen. My first time was hilarious. It was planned and calculated. I didn't know who it would be but someones son had to do it. There is a first time for everything.



Thanks Willie.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

You Can't Turn A Ho Into A Housewife



I got a call from one of my "friends" wanting me to meet him at a strip club. We met up at the nastiest strip club ever. These broads had stab and bullet wounds. On some of these scallywags you could see how they were showing off their C-section scars. One of them was even pregnant. This was the type of place where they should have been playing the dudes for lap dances. It was called Crybabies. The piece of shit is closed now. It was so dark in there. My guess is so you couldn't really get a look at the tramps they had in there dancing. The only lights they had in there were light bulbs hanging over the mini stages that the girls danced on. The mini stages were what looked like old pool tables. This wasn't my first strip club just the nastiest. To make matters worse it was BYOB. There was a little bit of everything going on in there right in the open. It was as if each corner had it's own function. The had a corner where some men were gambling, a corner for buying drugs. The back wall was for the lap dances and blow jobs. There was a girl getting a Heineken bottle shoved up her pussy for a dollar! These bitches where bad off for real. I am sure you are wondering why in the hell we are even in there...or why I am at least. My friend had some business he had to tend to in one of those corners. While he as taking care of his business was when I was able to see all of the bullshit taking place. These girls were dancing and letting these random ass men eat their coochies and put fingers, pool sticks whatever else they could find in there. I don't know what could happen to a person to get this low. Some of these bastards didn't even tip. I actually seen a dude in there eating pussy. Now it is bad enough to even let one of these whores suck your dick with 3 condoms on. But to see a man eating one of these hookers pussy made me throw up in my mouth! I am sure he got instant AIDS that night.

We leave and are headed to my place. As nasty as that place was I couldn't help feeling horny. I had a lot of time while I was sitting at the bar drinking. I was good n drunk by the time we got home. It was like a train wreck in there. I just couldn't look away! As soon as we get to my place it is going down! We are ripping off each other's clothes. He threw me against the wall and starts by eating my pussy. Turns my around and starts fucking me doggie style. Whoa nah. Right there on the wall. It was something to go down in the history books, or at least a blog. I have always wanted to have sex like on the movie "Sliver". It was the movie with one of the Baldwin boys and Sharon Stone. There was a scene in the movie where she went to meet him in his apartment. He appears out of no where and just takes it. He doesn't say a word he throws her against the wall and starts hitting that ass from the back. Sounds good huh? It was.

The next morning when I wake up I am starving! I decided that I am going to cook us breakfast. I am not the domestic type at all. I though that I would show my appreciation for last night by cooking breakfast. Nothing major bacon, eggs, and biscuits. I cook my bacon in a Pyrex dish in the oven because I cannot stand popping grease. When the bacon is done, I take it out of the oven and place it on the stove until the eggs are done. I hear the bacon popping again that is when I realized I had left one of the eyes on. No big deal I take the bacon off of the stove and place the pan on the microwave. As soon as it touched the microwave...KA-POW, BOOM, BLAM!! The got damn pan explodes! There is grease and glass every damn where. I have grease dripping from my ceiling. My friends peeks into the kitchen I am sure expecting to see my bloody headless corpse laying on the kitchen floor. I am standing there with I am sure a look of horror on my face. I was standing there speechless with my hand over my mouth. All he said was...

"Say lil mamma. Sounds like you fucked something up."


Well no shit. It was so loud I am surprised the nosey ass lady from next door didn't call the police. Once he discovered that I wasn't dead or hurt. He must have laughed for 10 minutes straight. I have to admit I was laughing too. That shit was hilarious. Who in the hell blows up a Pyrex dish? I still don't know why or how in the hell that happened. I was still finding pieces of Pyrex here and there until the day I moved out of that place. Needless to say I have learned my lesson. I don't own anything Pyrex! The most important lesson I learned from all of this is...You can't turn a ho into a housewife.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

All You Can Eat For Under A Buck!!


I was a late bloomer to some. Not in the usual sense. I had tiddies by 8 and I started my period at 10. If I remember correctly 10 was also the age that I started to masturbate. I didn't start having sex until I was 22. That was a crazy time. It seemed as though I woke up one morning and just had to have it. After the first guy it was on and popping. I mean it was like I had a new toy that I wanted to show off!


At around this time in my life I had been in TX for about 2 years. I had recently met a cousin that had moved here from California. He was 27 year old Mason. Married and he hated her. He had previously set me up with one of his Mason brothers. That was my first and last blind date. His name was Lafayette. Need I say more? Well they were having some sort of a formal dinner and he wanted me to come and bring a couple of my girl friends. I invited a couple of girl friends and we go to this formal dinner...full of Old ass Masons.


It was in a nice place. They had a ban playing. Everyone looked really nice. Once the dinner is over my cousin comes over and wants to know which one of his "brothers" I had my eye on. He was always trying to hook me up. I thought that was hilarious because most of them were either too old or married. I laughed and told him none of them. He told me that a couple of his "brothers" wanted to meet us. We were ready to go hell. I begged him to just let me go home. The girls and I had to get the hell outta of these prom dresses that we bought for this event. He insisted that we meet these Masons Finally we agreed after a few minutes of begging him to just let us go home. We meet these guys and they were just as ready to go as we were. The short one Mike invites us to his house that wasn't too far away. There was some big fight on that night. So we thought that we would go to his place and watch the fight. Neither of my girls wanted to roll to this guy's house. I couldn't care less I was going with or with out them, and I did. There was a fight on.

I followed him to his house. It was a really nice big house in a new sub division. There were only 5 or so houses standing in his neighborhood. When we arrive at the house it is him and a friend of his. Me and two guys that I really don't know. My cousin told me before I left that he was a good guy, and that he would take care of me. Cool no problem, right? I was only going over to watch a fight. I am sure that it was one of the many Mike Tyson fights. Mike offers me a seat and a drink. We are drinking and laughing when he starts to roll up a blunt. I am thinking to myself that these Mason guys aren't so bad after all. While we were watching the fight I realized that now I was drunk and high. Not just a little drunk, but a lotta drunk. I was also a bit uncomfortable in this got damn prom dress. OK, it wasn't really a prom dress it was just really tight. It was form fitting and my granny talked me into wearing a got damn girdle. I am hot and sitting here miserable. I get up and to to the bathroom to try and pee some of this alcohol out. That was my thinking at the time. I had a bright idea to take off this contraption and hide it next to the trash. I would just pick it up on my way out. Ahhh relief!! That was the best idea I had that night. I don't know why I let my granny talk me into wearing that shit in the first place! Back to the story...

When I come out of the bathroom the friend is mysteriously gone. He broke out while I was in the restroom. I know now what was up but at the time I didn't. I was still real new to all of these mating rituals. The fight is over and he offers me another drink. I also had a hard time to saying no to free drinks. You live and you learn. LOL We are just making general chit chat when he asked me if I would like a massage. No one had ever offered to do that. Sure I said. I lay down on the couch on my tummy. He had warmed some kind of oil, and it began. I felt like he must of had some sort of super human powers because everywhere he touched me felt like little electric jolts. It felt so damn good. Before I knew it I was slow grinding the couch. This man had hands of silk. He turned me over and started to do the same to my shoulder, my neck, and also my chi chi's (tiddies). I mean it was like this dude that I just met knew every one of my erogenous zones. He had me on fire. He started to undress me. I then said a silent prayer thanking God that I took off that girdle. I would have been soooooo damn embarrassed if he would have seen that old lady contraption. Back to the story...

After he takes my dress off he must have kissed me from head to toe. I just had to have him. He parted my legs and teased me by biting on my inner thighs. This man was driving me wild. He dove in...(shaking my head) he was eating my pussy like it was the only thing that was keeping him alive. No one has EVER made me feel the way this man did, then or since. He had me on lock. He had somehow gotten me into some submission position because I could not move. He had his arms around my hips and had my hands in a death grip. He was down there for what seemed to me to be FOREVER. I had to get away. I had already had 3 orgasms. I knew that something was wrong. Seriously did this short man just make me cum 3 times? I scooted to the end of the couch, but when I moved he moved. There was no way of escaping this man and his serpent's tongue! Bullshit you not...by the 8th orgasm I was on the verge of tears. I stopped counting at this point. Surly having 8 orgasms isn't even possible?! I was begging him to stop and screaming at the top of my lungs. I have now literally moved my ass to the arm of the couch. I am now doing a head stand with this man still clamped on to my pussy like he has found the meaning of life inside of it. He decided to have mercy on poor Miss Kitty. He tried to eat the lining out! I think that he tried to pull out my ovaries n shit. Naturally the last thing I wanted to do at this point was have sex. All I wanted to do was to go to sleep. He wanted some. OK fine...I give in.
Now comes the disappointment. The man pulls out what he calls his dick. It's little...like a toddler dick. I felt so sorry for him. I get why he was so good at the pussy eating. He had to be able to do something. But who knows maybe he can work that dick like he works his tongue. NOT!?!? He better make it quick was my thoughts. He held up his part of the deal. He was hunching on me like a rabbit. I mean it was the least I could do...right? I was done anyway, spent. He wasn't going to get any more juice out my passion fruit! He wants me to stay...um no, I need to get home was my reply.
On the drive back to my apartment the thought that this man named Mike who I hardly knew just gave me 8 orgasms!! I wanted to call my momma someone had to tell me what was wrong. I call my best friend the moment my eyes cracked. I told her the story she laughed. She told me that yes it does happen just not every day. Like I said I didn't really know a whole lot about sex then. I called her every time something strange happens, and still do.
Dude calls me and says that he just wants to see me. It was late and I was living with my grandmother at the time. There was no way I was letting this pussy eater meet my granny. He said that he didn't have a lot of time but that he was in the neighbor hood and just wanted to see me. OK no problem. He pulls up, I get into the car and he is just driving around the parking lot looking around. I ask him what are you looking for? He said a dark spot because he needed to taste me. I am thinking yeah right? Here in the car? He said yes and that he would make it worth my while. NO PROBLEM...well kinda. I had on a pair of pants that zipped up that back and some calf length boots. I have to take off my pants and my boots. I was totally uncomfortable, for about 2 minutes until he got started. I leaned the car seat back and opened wide. I had to slip one leg behind his back so he could get into position. Again he dove in and made me cum with in minutes and he drove me back to my house. This was my kind of relationship. He stopped by just to eat my pussy...KEEPER! He would page me (I only had a pager then) so that he could meet me somewhere just to eat. This lasted for a couple of months. Then I started seeing someone on a regular basis. I told him that I didn't think we could meet up anymore. The last thing Mike told me was...
"I don't care if you are married, have a boy friend, or what is going on. If you EVER want to be pleased just call me."
~The End~