Girls Night Out / Cut it off part 1

A friend of mine cracked me up with this story some odd years ago. She said she and her girls were going out to let off some steam on a cold winter's Friday in some little town in Wisconsin from the long week. Not exactly looking to hook up but not turning down the “sponge-worthy” gentlemen if his game was well intact. The objectives were dancing, flirting, giggling and wiggling certain body parts. One of them even had a science experiment for the night, rubbing some of the “kitty juice” ( as they called it ) on her neck to see if it really did attract the opposite sex. She said it was like luring moths to a flame hell even some women were taking the bait.

So from house to house getting ready, the checks are set. Breath, perfume, chin boobs, tight pants or that skirt that she has to keep pulling down with every 3^rd step and hair and nails just done. so when they walk in giggling and making them tits bounce while looking around like they are searching for someone it catches the desired attention ( you know the walk ), the women instantly start hating and the men starting circling like sharks. So it begins and they are out dancing and it seems she has caught the attention of this certain cat, they have been bumping and grinding through a good portion of songs, and she said she could tell he was wanting more and she wasn't objecting. He was tall, smelled good and didn't talk too much and she could feel him and she was wanting...

We all know how the late night scramble goes though, the lights are about to come on and everyone is trying to scramble to get those numbers before the club lets out, basically trying to finalize the deals. The lines to the bathroom aren't long anymore because people are already done fucking (don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about either ). So while smiling to her girls, ( this is the signal ) she takes his hand and they head on out of the club into better lights...the street lights.

It is here where the game has to be on point because of its moment of truth. So they were walking out in the parking lot out to her car and her girls weren't far behind with nice prospects. So he spins her around to get a good look at each other and she can feel a flirty smile come across her face. She noticed that he did this on purpose, he lined his nose hair with his mustache. Yes, it actually came out and down and meshed in. Now, remember this is in the thick of winter and while they are talking and she's not trying to stare, all of his facial hair is catching plenty of snow. So it's now that her girls have noticed this and some of the guys have as well. Unfortunately, there is no continuation because she gave her girl a look to come up with some excuse and they spent time at IHOP laughing at the whole situation.

But You Ate My Piece of Cake...

I will never let it go, even though it's been well over 30 years ago it's just what older brothers do, hang on to shit to bring it up later. I feel like I wouldn't be holding up to my big brother obligations if I didn't bring it up once every 3^rd blue moon at that perfect time.

See my brother and I were about 5 and 2. He was sitting in his high chair and I was on my knees in my chair as we were both devouring these last two pieces of wedding cake that my parents so kindly brought back for us. Not long into falling into sugar heaven bliss because the icing was everything back then, do I notice that I have to pee. I try to ignore it but the longer I try, the stronger it gets. I think ( even at 5 ) that it's disgustingly bad taste for me to bring my piece into the bathroom with me so I look at my brother who is looking at me while I'm pondering what to do about this predicament. I was actually shocked that he was still using his hand and fork technique because usually by now you could hear his fork land somewhere and he needed to get both hands on his prize.

I then stare at him and feel time slow down as I'm heading towards the decision of leaving my cake in his face, figuring that I've pissed really fast before and he couldn't make it out of that high chair fast enough to eat his piece and get to mine. So I shove my piece in the middle of this pretty large kitchen table and tear off for the bathroom. Mind you I used to brag to my pops that I could pee a gallon in record time, so I had a nice stream going, finished dropped the seat and lid, flushed my hands and ran back around the corner to see this boy shoving the last piece of my cake into his mouth. That's when he froze as though I wasn't coming back. If you could have seen his face it was like, “Oh you still wanted this?”

So to this day, I still give my brother shit over this and his repeated response is, “Man I'll buy you a cake” and I tell him no, I want to bring this up as often as I'd like from now on which is followed by the usual younger brother response the eye roll and walk away. Yeah I still win!

Stop Eating My Food!

I had a food management class in high school. I actually loved this class even though the teacher was a bit of a odd man, his tone through me and his clear and precise actions did make me think of people in the service (  he was a veteran ) but how he acted made me think he clung to his mom a bit too tight as he still had this little child tone in his voice when he spoke and this man was completely gray haired. He used to let me make whatever I wanted, whether it was baking sugar cookies and selling them in the halls, or barbecuing chicken and green beans while everyone else had that sorry excuse for pizza at lunch. He was awfully nice about that.

My classmates, one in particular this girl who earlier this week was telling us about how he was messing with this older guy and about how she was sitting on his face and playing with her cum in his goatee ( I about grabbed my stomach and doubled over at this point ) I couldn't imagine how anyone wanted to stuff their face down there let alone anywhere close to this girl. The day before she was wearing some green stretch pants and I swear I saw this yellowish powder in the crease of her butt cheeks like rosin ( I used it in orchestra when I played my cello ) I swear this is relevant to the story. You have no idea how hard I am laughing at how some people who are reading this now are doing what I did in complete disgust right now, this is wonderful. I'll call her “V”.

So one of the final mornings draws near as we are just coming to class to finish the school year as we are already finished with finals. So I'm cooking some breakfast as everyone else in class was. I don't take long cooking though and mine is smelling mighty good and is catching the attention of most of my classmates. My pancakes were light and fluffy, and my eggs were just right with some bacon and sausage well you know the deal, all the stuff that will give you a nice dose of the “itis” ( food so good that it will put you to sleep soon after you eat it ) early in the morning. I lay my plate down damn near salivating over it and I remember my glass of milk in the huge sterile kitchen, as I make my way back to my seat after retrieving my milk who do I see sitting in my seat fucking stuffing her face? Fucking V! She must have slowed down long enough to hear my footsteps and say with a huge mouthful of damn near a piece of everything on my plate, “I'm sorry, it looked so good I just needed to get a taste you can have it back”. I froze and thought of all the disgusting things she had just told us, and placed the milk in front of her and told her to enjoy, and promptly left class. Why do I still have fond memories of that class?

Faster Booties

So one night a whole gang of my cousins came into town. Now some of them live closer and some live pretty far away. Heck, some of them I've never even seen before but I've always felt that the more you have, the better. Being that I was still the oldest, ( and that I was around 16 and their ages tapered down ), they all followed me like drones, and after all of the running around and just enjoying our time together, it was time for bed. So we get to my room (why 10 boys had to sleep in my room was beyond me ) and telling all kinds of stories to each other.

Well after hearing of all kinds of funny stories from me, one of my more younger cousins chimes in with his story about what he saw in the park on his way home from school one day. He says that he was walking home taking the usual route back home when he saw this boy on top of this girl and it looked like he was hurting her. By this time my brothers and I had seen quite a bit of sex on TV or porn so we start snickering. My young cousin was still describing the scene, see he was walking from behind them, and he could hear her and she was getting louder and louder and then he said the boy was doing faster booties, and faster booties. He never bothered to tell us about how he intervened but I think that was because none of us could hold our laughter in after that. The innocent look on his face told so much, he didn't understand the humor and was still trying to defend the girls pain which only made the laughter louder. We have never let him forget this story and all he does is roll his eyes. I love my family.

Like I hit the Jackpot

I can remember in my early 20's that my new years resolution was to hopefully find a woman that wanted to have sex more than I did. Yeah so much for resolutions. Still I had some hope. The thing is, I dig women that try to initiate sex, so that I don't always have to be the aggressor. For years I've always been the one wanting to get into their pants, and there haven't been a lot that tried to get into mine, so I figured it would be an interesting change.

Well when I got back from the Army, I got it. An older woman, pretty fucking awesome with the high sex drive to boot! We used to spend so much time in her van that there are certain parts of the city that they have signs up for time ordinances that were made because the van was a rockin'. It was great until she tried those old lines on me after laying down that, "Good Ole Home-run dick".

This woman actually said to me, "Why are we kidding ourselves?" Right after a orgasm, now I don't know much about other guys but right after a orgasm I can get pretty goofy, but hell I already am, and that was a Oscar Winning performance! My lips didn't curl up or anything, I just looked at her and smiled.

Happy Birthday

She told me about time when she was married once, a birthday present that her (then) husband put together for her. He took her to a hotel and led her into the room which was completely dark and she could feel another presence in there, but she trusted her husband with a smile on her face. He removed her clothes and then kissed her on the forehead and said one last thing, "Happy Birthday baby".

She was guided to this table in the middle of the room, she was excited that he had gone through so much just for her on her birthday, which was a impressive change. She could smell the mixture of cologne and perfume, which confused her but still she said nothing.

There was no talking, she even mildly said, "Hello" but got nothing back and that alone scared her. Eventually she felt more pairs of warm hands on her body. Some large and strong and some soft and smaller. All of them slowly running along her body. From gently massaging the temples on her head, to the rubbing her cheeks on her face. She could could feel a gentle touch caressing her breasts, and very similar but eager ones rubbing her inner thighs, it felt like they were trying to pace themselves, slowly making their ways to where it was warmer, but going back to the outside of the thigh.

She just focused on trying to breath smooth, and trying to enjoy all that she felt. Finally one of them touched her clit and she felt her body ignite! It was a little rougher than she had usually experienced but still okay. The threshold was being pushed, someone was looking for her sweet spot with their long thick fingers. She didn't think that anyone expected for her to be one of the legendary "rain-women" because as soon as they went looking, a pool of sauce slid out on the table and her cheeks were sliding together.

She had by now lost count as to how many pairs of hands were working her, pulling her hair, massaging her breasts and nipples, squeezing her thighs, and arms, working her clit and her g-spot. She tried biting her lip to keep from screaming, everything was happening all at once but really slow, driving her insane. She was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted so now she was on the time table of everyone who was working her over, and they all seemed to have that slow agenda going on. Painful agony.

She finally let loose, and spray and wiggle and twitched uncontrollably. Never any kisses of any kind just hands some large, some small, all beautifully crafted a very memorable birthday present that she still day dreams about.

Lights Out (Parts 1 &2)

    The power went out about an hour ago, I can remember hearing the TV turn off and the fan stopped. It’s about four in the morning and most of the city doesn't know its time to get up yet. The fan is back on in the window on low and there’s a nice cool breeze coming through the bedroom. The fan was the culprit, I feel like it told me to do it, making the room feel so awesome even when I can’t see a thing. I wouldn't say that you are peeling the paint off the walls with your slumber but you’re breathing pretty deep and relaxed it makes me smile, thinking about how I put that ass to sleep last night. You have on a little brown see-through short-short nightie, you usually sleep naked and I can remember you putting it back on after your shower. I was thinking about just watching you in the shower and out of the shower the things you do with the lotion all over to stay nice and soft, girl I can just watch you. I know it sounds like I’m singing a JE song but its true. Thinking about all that you go through to look beautiful makes me appreciate you even more and thinking about all I have on is some boxers and you said that looked sexy too makes it sound a little simple but it’s not like I’m am going to go and shave my legs to be sexy either. Funny, the things you think about when you’re trying to fight sleep phase.

As I lay on my back I can feel you roll off my chest and turn away from me towards the window. Seeing your body from this angle and noticing your curves is working my mind something fierce. The thought of us making love makes my body ache and heat up. I think about how soft you are under me and how you hold to me, and how I try not to rush with you making the whole experience feel great. How you kiss me and it just makes my body react to you just the way you want it to, you play my body like a fiddle and you know just how to make me scream. I remembered the first time I actually let go it was pretty loud and it did nothing but turn you on, seeing you get aggressive like that only drew me into you more. Knowing that I don’t have to be the aggressor all the time is wonderful and you know just how to give it as well as take it. I can remember the first time things started getting really good with us, you were on top of me working away and then you saw something in my eye, and slowed down because you saw I was getting close and started dropping it like no one’s business it was so intense, so sexy, I was trying like mad to hold off. It felt like I was slowly falling down a dirt shaft while digging my hands into the sides as to not fall, a losing effort but loving the whole trip. I love that you give it to me just as good as I give it to you. In thinking about this it makes me reach into my boxers and squeeze the head. Still can’t see a thing and its my breathing that’s making the music in the room while I think about not wanting to finish. So I get up out of bed and go into the kitchen and get some ice cubes. I put them into a small cup of water and walk back into the bedroom. I put the cup on the nightstand on your side of the bed and go back over to my side and slide back into bed. I start spooning with you and kissing you on the back of your neck and letting you feel how thick I am between your cheeks basically a good morning to you. I hear you moan but not a sexy one, more like you about killed me last night type moan let me get some more sleep type moan. So I let go and lay on my back with this sly grin thinking I’m not done yet. I’ll just have to sneak up on it. I get out of bed and you ask where am I going sounding all groggy, I tell you nowhere playfully. I can hear you breathing hard just as fast as you woke up. I get some ice cubes and put them in my mouth and stand at the foot of the bed, knowing you are now laying on your back this is the perfect opportunity to wake you, have you my way.

I Slowly put my knees on the bed still can’t see a thing hoping not to step on you and that would ruin the whole mood. I am able to lie down between your legs with my head between your thighs. I can feel the heat on my face thinking this is the perfect place to be. My mouth is about freezing now so I kiss your inner thigh and you jump and it makes me giggle but my mouth is full. I can feel your hands on my bald-head and you ask me again but I can’t respond but with my icy tongue. “Dam you taste good” sounding muffled because of all the ice and water in my mouth as we both laugh from how it sounds. I lock my arms around your thighs as to show you, you can’t slide away from me, and I wont stop until I am satisfied. I can hear you grabbing the headboard bracing yourself as I slip one ice cube inside and you gasp and shake. 


The others are about gone now and I keep licking your core I want to feel how fast you melt it. I pull my face back and blow on you and you sing I love this. Your thighs shake as I get you closer so that makes me stop. I hear you give me a groaning sigh and it makes me smile. I sit there and blow as I feel your body cuss me out I let your love calm down and I think as I quickly work you back up to speed. I think about how everything is off in the house and how moist you are. I can remember you letting me hear over the phone and I was simply amazed. Now that the power outage is over it still extremely quiet and sound is amplified. If someone was outside of the room they could hear me lap you up. It feels like the sound is echoing off the walls. It starts to get more intense and I squeeze your thighs and let my tongue get stiff and lick really hard and fast, I heard that you were holding your breath, which tells me to stop yet again. You giggle I know you want to do the cussing for your body. I lick small circles in your thighs while you come back to me. Next I use my tongue, softly in the folds of your lips as you try not to buck my face across the room. Then I slowly work you back up to speed this time and I can feel your hips in motion with my tongue and I get you, right there. This time I use two fingers and slide them inside of you while I work you. Your moans are getting longer because I am drawing them out of you, I love being able to read you even in the dark where my hands become my eyes and I taste everything. You are dripping off my chin, this makes me smile thinking you are now my cup. I stop with the thought that you are more wound than a rubber band.

   I slide up to you and you can feel me bump into your thighs, as I get closer. I can feel your hand reach for me and I hold your hand and get you let go. I lie on top of you and run my arms under your back and cup your shoulders and grind against you, we are really making a mess and it’s so sexy. I lick, suck and kiss on your neck and you grab my head and we kiss as I slowly slide away from you and still cupping your shoulders. I feel where the heat is coming from and slowly slide. I feel you squeeze me and it is wonderful you hold your breath as I am going in. I give you a few deep strokes and you are making that sound already so I stop and I can feel your hips rocking so I pull out, “Not like this baby” I whisper to you. I slide back into position and slowly work you and I feel like you are going to break due to all the shaking and breath holding and its driving me nuts that hearing all this, you have such an effect on me. So I pull back and look you in the eyes.

   I slide back in slowly and this time I reach up and grab the headboard. I know you are used to me giving it to you hard, fast and deep but that’s not the plan. I will put the fire out shortly but I want to make this last as long as I can, make all of the teasing worth it. My pleasure is directly tied to yours. I slide all the way in and just hold my position letting you get used to this feeling, I can feel your hips rock up and down slowly trying to start the flow. I begin to give you real hard and deep strokes, I can hear you panting and your hands on my ass squeezing and wanting me to finish the deed but I kiss you a nice soft kiss on your neck. Then a double shot of me and from then on out I let you ride it out but slow. If you get it down it will be to my tune, I love the way you sing when we make sweet music. I can feel you get close and with all the teasing you have had to endure your body is pleading for me not to stop and I listen attentively. I can tell you are getting close and while letting it build slowly, and I thought you were wet when I tasted you. You are at that point now but this is where I want to keep you right on the hot button and draw it out slowly ever, so slowly. I can feel your walls pulse and shudder and shake but I am not giving in but your hips are moving and there is no stopping you. I know there is no stopping I have given you too much leverage to stop you and it makes me smile but I just say to you, go slow and you reply with “I’m trying but I don’t know how long I can hold out” and that’s so sexy for me to hear that I give it to you harder and there is no stopping you. I can feel your inner tremor and it's working me, your song is getting louder and I am back to going slow for you. As you reach that cliff I whisper in your ear, “baby get it, get it, get it”. You become incoherent and I feel like I'm in a trance by just watching you because you are in your own world right now. I can hear you dealing with how intense it is and I have yet to stop digging just not hard I want to still draw it out but I can feel it coming to a close, your grip is loosening. I kiss you on the neck, cheek, and the side of your lips and let you hold onto me. I know we can’t see each other but we are face to face and its wonderful.

We disconnect, and I ask, “You ok over there?” “All I am going to get is a smile?” Cute. Well since I won’t get any words I am going to let that set the tone. I place my hands on your left leg and lift it but not to put over my shoulder but to turn you over completely. I’ll reach for your hips and pull them towards me, but put my hand on your back and push it down towards the bed. I love just handling you. Your face is down and we are in business complete submission I slide into your with so much force you inhale and I love the way you react. I have both hands in the small of your back holding you giving me leverage to work you. Long, deep strokes is all you get and I can tell it won’t be long for me so to help this along I reach down between your legs with one hand and play, I want you back. I hold off for as long as I can but I hear you moaning louder with that same song as before and it’s setting me off. I stop but don’t move I reach back and pull your legs by the ankles so your legs slide flat down to the bed and your are flat on your stomach and I lay flat on top of you and reach my hands up and intertwine with your fingers You can feel my breath on the back of your neck. I tell you in your ear about how good you feel and now starts the grinding. I can feel it coming faster than I want it too because you are gripping me it’s been so long that I know it’ll completely take over me. I can’t last anymore and I scream. So loud!

His Brilliance Recognized

    One day in class, the children were given an in-class assignment. They were all given a choice of which color construction paper and to find this color in the classroom. The rest of the children found their colors in a matter of seconds, but my son was starting to struggle. The teacher saw it, the other students saw it, he was beginning to freak out, and I understand that pressure. The facial expressions he makes when he doesn't get something that he thinks he should, I just wish I was there to whisper to him to calm down, breath and focus, almost as if I wasn't there. Finally when the teacher was about to help him, he realized that he was brilliant. He turned around and smiled all in one motion, and put the little square up to his arm and the teacher said that she wanted to cry with a celebration but held back. See the square was brown, now when this happened the rest of the kids didn't understand why he was correct until she explained it to them. They didn't get that he had to think out of the box, I smiled because I noticed that he has begun to figure out a very important lesson, thinking beyond what he sees to find his answers.

    One day he asks me, “Dad are you proud of me?” I had to catch my breath and hold back some monster tears when looking at his little four year old frame. I said, “Of course, I am very proud of you little man.” I wondered why did he need to hear that, he came in for a hug, and for the longest time he just wanted to cuddle with daddy. Something that my daughter does but not necessarily my son, he usually comes at me with jump kicks and screaming wrestling moves. So while this is going on, I tell him about how smart he is, and how beautiful he is, he smiles and tells me he loves me. I tell you, I understand why those emotional mothers start crying over every little thing.

    I tell him about how he is smart by giving examples, like the class room exercise and his eyes got big, like I was there watching him. I told him in great detail about what happened and he smiled, I told him that, it was brilliant how he figured that out all by himself. That I was proud of him for not giving up. I told him about how I love how he asks me questions all the time, and they are important ones, on how to act, and the right and wrong things to say to people. I tell him that is good to tell the people you care about that you love them, and he does. That's a cool little dude I got.

Can you just watch?

For whatever reason I was extremely sensitive today

Physically, my body was so in-tune with my surroundings

That sometimes I would stay still and close my eyes to

Feel everything that wasn't apart of me. Like feeling

Of the fan lightly blowing on my skin, or my clothes 

Touching my skin, one hand on my stomach and the other

In my basketball shorts. During this time my mind was silent

My body was live and direct and my breathing was deep and

Steady, and sharp. Completely aware, there was no need to look

In my mind I saw everything. Then it started, and there you were.

In thinking that you were there watching, heightened my senses

The way I focused on my breathing helped a great deal

My natural reaction was to quicken my pace but I told myself no

The pause between inhales and exhales make my body shake

I felt like a cup that was full to the brim and was on the verge of 

Spilling, without a care of the outcome. During those fifteen minutes

I shook, twitched, screamed and yelled all completely out of control

It was too much, it hurt yet I didn't want it to stop. The main thing that

Hurt was that you really weren't there, I only imagined that you were

There with me, watching me, calming down, could you just watch me baby?

I'm Sorry for Taking So Long

    Thank you for attempting to spend time with me and my brothers. I now know something about how hard your life was. I can remember you telling me, "If you wanna go fishin' with me, you betta' do it soon before I pass away." I would always respond with, “Grandma please stop talking like that, we've got plenty of time.” The you passed away. We never ended up going fishing and I know that was something that you loved to do, and I knew then I should have just gone with you. I know I should have just dealt with the mosquito's that early in the morning just to spend some more time with you but I didn't, I took "OUR" time for granted, you have always been there when I was young.

    Your silence made me feel uneasy and what's odd is that silence is something that is apart of me; some people find it unsettling. At the time I didn't understand but now when I write this letter to you I can feel it, the difference is for me is it no longer feels unsettling. I know that you had a very different life than I had but I find it interesting the things that I've picked up from you through that silence. For instance the time when you showed me how to cool off on a hot day, by taking a cold face rag and sit in front of the fan. So for all the times that I do go fishing, I will think of you when I see the calm waters. I love and miss you Grand-ma'.

    She passed away back in my mid-teens this is just something that I have been carrying around with me since then, thats a long long long time for a apology. For the woman who taught me to sip the last of really good kool-aid slowly,

                           I love you - your grand son