I Knew Her For An Eternity

 As my horse galloped ever faster along the beach I pulled back on the reigns to slow him down. But it seemed as if something unforseen was quiding the horse. As I pulled the reigns back even harder my horse bolted into the air throwing me to the ground.

 That was the last thing I could remember as I suddenly felt a breeze on my naked body in the tropical heat. As I opened my eyes she was beside me holding a paper fan in her hand. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my mortal life, yet I knew that somehow I had known her in another time and another place.

 Her face, her smile, the glow in her eyes. That was the face I knew so well. Before she talked, before she laughed, I knew what she would sound like. It was her grace and humor that drew me to her for all eternity.

 She smiled as I opened my eyes and said "You've been saying no to beautiful women in your sleep all night long."

 "How many did I say no to?" I asked.

 "At least a dozen," she answered in a most seductive voice.

 "Thats why I went horse back riding. I was as horny as hell and I was trying to stay away from women. I guess the fall off the horse made me delerious as I slept. I hope you didn't hear anything too raunchy." I answered.

 "No, it was quite entertaining. You must really think your in love to say no so many times when your'e so horny," she said.

 "Why do you say I think I'm in love," I asked.

 "Because your not really in love. But rather you fell in love with the notion of being in love. Many people think that they somehow fall in love when they reach a certain age and often confuse lust with love. If you're really in love, then you no longer feel lust for anyone but your lover. So if you're fighting lustful feelings then you have already lost," she said.

 Her logic made a lot of sense and I knew if I listened much longer that I would be convinced that I wasn't in love. But I couldn't be sure if it were her words or her beautiful body that was swaying me. So there was only one thing to do. I had to get away from her as fast as I could. I felt tremendous dizzyness as I tried to lift my head off the pillow.

 And then I felt tremendous feelings of arousal as she placed her smooth and tender hands on my chest and softly whispered to me that I had a concusion from the fall and I shouldn't try to get up.

 "Close your eyes and go back to sleep," she whispered as she gently scratched my shoulders with her long and sexy nails.

 The sensation of her wonderful nails soon had me fast asleep again. And when I awoke I saw her sitting on the bed with my favorite dish of brown rice and shrimp. I opened my mouth as she slid the chop sticks in that were full of brown rice and shrimp inside my mouth. I was famished and I didn't want to tell her that I never quite got the hang of chop sticks, so I allowed her to baby me.

 As my dizzyness started to subside she guided me into a tub. I was aware that I was salty and sandy from the fall on the beach so I was grateful that she prepared a tub for me. But to my surprise she insisted on washing me. It was her tub and she wasn't taking no for an answer.

 "Well, what could I do but enjoy it?"

 It felt wonderful and I never felt so clean. Becoming so accustomed to the standard Navy shipboard two minute showers, I had almost forgotton just how wonderful a real bath was. After the bath she wrapped a towel around me and told me that she had hand washed all my clothes that were now drying outside in the mid day sun.

 She then changed the bed sheet and commanded that I lay on my stomach and relax as she scratched my back with her wonderful nails. I wasn't tired and I didn't even feel dizzy anymore but I didn't want to let on that I was now completly
recovered because her nails felt so wonderful running up and down my back.

 Then, still yet another surprise. I felt her hands slide down to the side of my waist and undo the towel knot. Soon after the towel slid gently from around my waist I could feel her nails running up and down my butt. A few minutes later she asked, "Are you still thinking about her?"

 "Thinking about who,"? I answered, now even surprising myself with my answer once I grasped what I was really saying.

 I could resist no more. I sat up and gazed into her magical eyes and kissed her lips as I embraced her. Just then a thunder bolt thundered out of the blue as if it were some how commanded by the gods. We both rushed out together to bring in my clothes that were outside drying. After the clothes were secure she noticed that I was walking out the door naked into the thunderous rain.

 "What do you think you're doing,?" she asked.

 "Nature has just accomodated my need for a cold shower," I answered as I walked out the door.

 I turned around to look as I heard the door slam and there she was standing there stark naked. Even with the driving rain coming down on her I could see that her body was one of magnificance.

 "Its not safe for you to be out in this thunder," I said.

 "Then why are you out here,?" she asked.

 "I came out here to forget about you," I answered.

 "Look at my body and tell me if you could ever forget about me even if you were given an eternity to forget," she said.

 As she put her arms around me and I felt her press her magnificant breasts against my chest, I whispered "no, I can't forget you and eternity is not enough time to erase you from my memory."

 Now completly embraced in each others arms our passion sparked a wild fire in the rain that couldn't be douced out.  We defied the gods of thunder and made love until we both became completly overwhelmed with exhaustion. She knew exactly what gave me the most pleasure and I know exactly what gave her the most pleasure.

 Our bodies seemed to know each other for an eternity. We would be together for a year and a day. And it was the happiest year and a day that I would ever spend at least in this mortal life any way. Yes, I know things were a little unusual. But I didn't grasp the magnitude of what really transpired till much later on.

 Till this very day her last words still haunt me so. On our last morning of waking up together before my ship sailed she said "we had our year and a day," and we can ask for nothing more in this life time.

 I laughed and said "I'll see you again."

 As tears started to roll down her eyes, she said, "yes, someday, we will have our year and a day again, but till then you must forget me."

 As the years went by and her last words to me echoed in my ears I started to understand what happened. She was not some incredible figment of my imagination. Although, I would have my doubts except for the fact that so many of my shipmates saw us together in so many places.

 Yet there are a few things that are hard to explain with logic. First, I feel as if somewhow that horse was taking me to her. Second, during the entire year and a day that I was staying with her, I never even once arrived at her house by myself. Somehow she always seemed to pop out of thin air every time I was headed to her house to see her.

 Even stranger, she would never let me pay for anything every time we went out. She would always say, "I signed for it."

 I would buy her the finest silks and jewlery to make up for her covering everything, but she never seemed interested in any gifts although she would always thank me for my shopping efforts.

 But still stranger was the fact that she never had any scheduled meal. She would just ask me what I wanted to eat and somehow she always had exactly what I asked for within seconds. Yet, I never saw her go grocery shopping.

 I'm a very easy person to get along with, but she always asked what music I wanted and what I wanted on TV. But if I asked her what she liked to listen to and watch she would refuse to tell me and just say that it wasn't important.

 Even stranger, I always beleived in womans liberation. I would be the first guy to help with cooking, shopping, the dishes, cleaning or whatever. But with her, I could do none of those things. In fact, for the entire year and a day, she insisted on giving me a bath and hand washing all my clothes every single day.

 And now that I think of it I can never remember seeing a dish in the sink or even a dish in the cabinet. "So where did the dishes come from and where did they go to?"

 In fact I never even poured a single glass of water for myself during the entire year and a day. Somehow she anticipated everything I was planning on doing before I did it.

 But the most extrodinary thing is that during the entire year and a day we never had a single disagreement, never a cross word and never an unpleasant moment except for her tears when my ship was about to sail.

 Often times, I'm a very light sleeper and I would wake up in the middle of the night to see her waving a paper fan over me. I don't think anyone could even imagine a fantasy that was so fantastic as this. But yet this was real.

 Soon after I got my first computer I did a family tree. And to my surprise I traced the tree right to an ancient ancestor that married a magical woman from the land of the fairies. But because he was mortal and she was not, they were only allowed to have, yes, you guessed it, a year and a day together. The reason for this was that she could never age because she was immortal and of course my ancestor being mortal could age.

 Now, I'm not saying that there is any connection. I have a very logical mind and I have been brought up in a way that I was taught that there has to be a logical explanation for everything. But despite that, I can't help but wonder.

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A Fantasy No More

 There was a woman in the water.

I thought. "I better call the Bridge and tell them."

I was about to turn for the Bridge.

But I thought to myself.

"Her arms are waving at me and beckoning me to come in the water with her."

She had a radiant smile and when I looked further, I realized that she was wearing no clothes. She had the most beautiful body that I had ever seen.

After months at sea, the site of a beautiful womans breasts were wonderful. I felt like jumping in the water to rescue her. But I knew we had a protocal for such things and I knew I had to get a grip on myself.

I thought to myself. "Oh my God. I'm having a mermaid fantasy. Of course she can't be real. After all were a thousand miles from the nearest land and thats even a long swim for a mermaid."

I knew deep down that she couldn't be real, but I wanted her to be real. I needed her to be real. After months at sea without a woman, I was going to enjoy the sight of her regardless if she was real or not.

I thought. "I have to keep my wits about me."

But, I couldn't help but stare. She kept waving her arms at me and revealing the most perfect breasts I had ever seen.

Just then my shipmate Don appeared. He said to me.

"You see it to. Don't you?"

I said. "Tell me first what you see."

Don shouted out. "I see Jesus."

I asked. "Are you seeing Jesus as a Woman or as a Man?"

Don replied. "Everyone knows Jesus is a Man."

I replied back. "I like to keep an open mind on that subject."

Don just laughed and said. "Man, you're whipped."

I thought to myself. "Who knows whats really out there, if anything? But for sure, we all need to hit a port soon."

I thought to myself. "If I'm seeing Mermaids, the entire crew has to be crackers by now."

But then I thought to myself. "Maybe guys like I and Don, were really the lucky ones. Maybe each of us seeing what we wanted to see would keep us sane."

A few weeks later, we hit a port at last. I went to Jesse's Cafe to unwind and have a decent meal. Jesse was sort of my little secret. She was a girl that could really cook and she always made you feel at home.

I glanced up as I noticed the Cafe door open. A woman with the most fantastic body that I had ever seen, walked through the door.

I thought to myself. "I've only seen that ravashing a woman once before and it was in my recent mermaid fantasy."

As I poured my beer, I noticed that the ravishing mermaid was walking over to me. She had a very sexy blouse on and she had plenty of opened buttons showing off the cleavage of her magnificent breasts.

I felt sheer delight as I watched her breasts bounce as she walked. Looking down I noticed she was wearing a very short and tight skirt. She moved like a sex machine. She was 100% certified pure woman.

She smiled and said. "I've seen you on television."

I smiled back and said. "Thank you for the compliment, but I'm not an actor, I'm just a Sailor."

She said yes. "The Yankee Sailor that said eh seven times on Japanese television."

I laughed and said. "Oh, you saw that eh."

She said. "Yes. I'm a reporter and I tried to talk with you soon after I watched the news clip. You made my fantasy change flags."

I asked? "Change flags?"

She said. "Yes. Before that news clip, I had always envisioned a rustic Canadian Sailor in my fantasy, but you changed all that."

I laughed and said to her. "I recently had a mermaid fantasy that looked just like you."

She laughed and said. "Wow, you just topped any other line I ever heard. Why do you sound so Canadian?"

I explained to her. "Since the day I was born, there was a Canadian family from Newfoundland that lived next door to me. My family and theirs were very close and I picked up an enormous amount of their words and manerisms without realising it."

She said. "I find your voice incredibly sexy."

"Thank you." I said, as her sexy talk was now giving me a throbbing erection.

She asked. "Why didn't the Navy want anyone to interview you?"

I explained to her. "That I had no idea that the TV cameras were rolling and I had no clearance to say what I said. Someone had asked me to say a few words for their scrap book. And thats all I thought I was doing."

She said. "No wonder the interview was so good. Thats why it went off as being so natural."

I thought to myself. "Oh baby. Do I ever feel like getting all natural with you. Months at sea without a woman and now I'm sitting here talking. Oh, I don't want to really have a conversation with you right now. I just want to make love to you. Oh, yeah, lets just go somewhere private."

I told her. "The press may have liked it. But it didn't do much for my Naval Career. I was told that they got a very angry call from Washington and blamed me for setting our relations back about ten years with the Soviet Union."

I thought to myself. "What the hell am I doing. Why am I talking about the Russians to her? Screw the Russians. I haven't had anything in months."

She laughed and said. "Oh yes. I can see why Washington may have been upset. That clip of you pointing to the North and saying that Japan and the US must stay unified as long as there is that evil empire to the North."

I said to her. "Look, this is all of the record."

She smiled and said, "I understand."

Just then Jesse brought over her plate, and asked. "Would you rather have it at this table?"

She said. "Do you mind?"

I replied. "Of course not, I always keep this table reserved for my favorite mermaids."

As we talked, I realized that my mermaid, was not only ravishing, but she was also quite brilliant, very political and had a sense of humor and wit, that was very unique. I went for her, hook, line and sinker.

All my little worries about Jimmy Carter and the Russians were quickly fading away. Then she pulled her chair back and crossed her legs. She had the sexiest legs I had ever seen. I couldn't even imagine sexier legs in a wet dream as nice as hers.

As she crossed her legs, her skirt rode up her legs and revealed a beautiful pair of thighs. Then she leaned back in the chair and I could notice her blouse tugging at her very beautiful breasts. Then she uncrossed her legs and leaned back some more on the chair while letting her legs spread out wide from her skirt, further revealing her very firm and sexy thighs.

As her skirt rode further up her legs, I told her. "I can't help but stare at your beautiful thighs. This my first day in port after being out a few months."

She smiled and seemed pleased and thanked me for the compliment. Then she leaned over and placed her hand on my knee and said. "Your quite a treat yourself."

I laughed and said. "Ah, I bet you say that to all your sailors."

Suddenly she bent down to take something out of her bag. As she bent over I got a birds eye view of her very shapley breasts.

She pulled a pen out of her bag and said. "You've got to write your ships phone number down for me."

I watched as the pen fell out of her hand and on to my lap. As she reached for the pen on my lap, her fingers brushed my pants zipper and seemed to linger longer than would be expected. She didn't say anything, but I noticed she had quite a smile on her face.

She turned and said to me. "I know this very remote part of the beach where I take all my Sailors. Would you like to see it?"

I said sure. "I would love to see it."

It was truely a beautiful and romantic spot. As I gazed into her eyes I gently pressed my lips on hers. After a few short seconds, I realised that her lips were as hungry for mine as I were for hers.

As I put my arms around her and felt her breasts press against my chest, it felt wonderful again to smell a womans sweet perfume.

She twirled her tongue around mine as I drove my tongue deep inside her mouth. I unbuttoned her blouse and started to kiss her upper breasts as I felt her hands unbuttoning my shirt. I unfastened her bra as she bit sharply into my neck.

Her breasts felt wonderful to touch. They were firm and nicely shaped. As I started to swirl my tongue around her nipples, I could feel her hands unbuckling my belt. My heart raced as her hand reached over to adjust the lever to push the car seat back.

 It felt wonderful to be with a woman again. But she was very special. She was a fantasy that came true. She made all the trials and tribulations of the journey worth it.

We dressed and then took a wonderful walk, hand in hand on the beach as the full Moon reflected off the water. I had found my fantasy mermaid and she had found her fantasy sailor.

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The Day My Uptown Girl Went Kinky On Me

 It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, we had just taken a stroll through Central Park, and were now headed to our favorite Cafe. But today, my Uptown Girl had a most peculiar, and devious look in her eyes.

I leaned over from my latte and told her that her eyes seemed to be thinking about something.

She replied, "yes, you are right as usual. I'm trying to remember if there is a hardware store somewhere around here."

I said, "there is a hardware store about 15 blocks away."

She gasped, "15 blocks. Are you sure there is nothing closer?"

I laughed and said, "as the Uptown rents keep climbing, the hardware stores just keep getting further and further away."

She said, "15 blocks. After that I will reward myself with something high in calories."

We finished our latte and headed to the hardware store.

I asked, "what do you need to buy?"

She replied, "clothes line and a very sharp pair of scissors."

When we got to the hardware store, she found the clothes line and scissors, and I went to hand her a pulley with that.

She said, "oh, why would I need a pulley?"

I put the pulley back and thought to myself, "how strange that someone would buy a clothes line without a pulley. But then again, she's from Uptown and maybe they don't use pulleys."

Something didn't quite fit. She had a very good dryer, so I just couldn't figure why she would need a clothes line. But I was starting to tire from the walk and the partying the night before.

I just felt like taking a little knap. We got back to her apartment and had a few glasses of wine while listening to some soothing tapes. I felt very tranquil and started to close my eyes.

She said, "you look tired. Come and lay down on the bed."

I asked, "do you mind?"

She said, "no, no problem. I'm tired to. I will join you in a while. I just have something to do first."

I noticed she had the windows wide open again, so, I took everything off but my shorts and pulled the covers over me.

Just as I started to dose I felt her hand shake me. She said, "take these two vitamins and when you wake up you'll feel better."

I said honey, "you know I never take vitamins."

She said. "do it for me."

She handed me a class of water and placed the pills in my mouth. I said "okay. Just for you."

I fell into a deep sound sleep and didn't awaken again, until I felt the cold night air blowing on my chest.

I thought, "she must have knocked the covers off me, as she had so many times before."

I went to reach for the covers, but my hands could not move.

I opened my eyes, and found that my arms and legs were tied to the bed posts. I looked over and noticed her sound asleep beside me. I called her name and she started to wake.

She asked, "why are you waking me?"

I replied. "why I'm all tied up?"

She laughed and said, "oh that."

I said, "yes, oh that."

She replied, "you weren't supposed to wake up yet. Karen said those sleeping pills would knock you out for the whole night."

I said, "sleeping pills. I thought they were vitamins."

She laughed and said, "vitamins to make you sleep so I could tie you up and then do naughty things to you."

I said, "I woke up because I was freezing from all that cold air coming through the open window. And what naughty things are you planning to do to me?"

She threw the cover over me, and said, "go back to sleep. You'll find out in the morning how naughty I will be."

I went back to sleep and I didn't wake up again until I heard the sound of an electric razor.

I opened my eyes and saw her standing over me with the electric razor. I asked, "why am I tied up? And what are you doing with that electric razor?"

She laughed, and said, "this is all part of the surprise I've been planning for you."

I laughed and said, "you mean, you really didn't buy that rope for a clothes line."

She laughed, and said, "oh, you're so perceptive."

Then she smiled and said. "you're always pleasuring me. I just wanted you to have 100% pleasure for a change, and I knew if you weren't tied up, you wouldn't let me go all the way through with my plans."

I laughed, and said, "plans, what do you mean plans?"

She licked her lips seductively and said, "I've been thinking about this all week." I wanted to do something special for you for Valentines Day. Then I thought, I would do something that you would never do for yourself."

I said, "so you tied me up with the clothes line. Thats my Valentines Day surprise. I get it now, thats what you were whispering about to Karen on the telephone, and silly me, I just thought it was girl talk. So what other surprises did you and Karen plot together for me?"

She laughed and said, "you have no idea what sort of surprises I have in store for you."

Then she came toward me with the electric razor. I said, "let me guess. You want to give me a haircut for a surprise."

She said, "a haircut yes. But not the kind of haircut that you would ever want."

Then she pointed the electric razor at my chest. I asked. "why are you pointing the electric razor at my chest?"

She said, "I'm going to do something I know you would never do."

I asked, "whats that?"

She said. "I'm going to shave your chest."

I said, "oh no your not," confident that I could break free of the rope.

But I was tied more tighly than I had imagined. I couldn't even budge. I asked. "how did you know how to tie a rope so good?"

She smiled and said, "I once was a girl scout."

Then I said, "well, will you be a nice girl scout and kindly untie me now?"

She laughed and said, "no way," as she moved the electric razor closer to my chest.

I said honey, "wait. Just wait. Let me explain this to you. Only weight lifters shave their chests."

But as I pleaded I felt the electric razor moving up my stomach. I pulled at the rope to get free, but it was futile.

I said, "please, don't." But the electric razor continued to run up my stomach.

Then I asked, "at least don't shave any further than my stomach."

She just laughed and said, "see, this is why I had to tie you up."

As I pulled again at the rope, she moved the electric razor up to my chest.

As I said, "no honey not my chest," I could feel the electric razor now advance up my chest.

She kept mowing up and down my chest with the electric razor until every last hair was gone. She then brushed the hair off with a damp towel. She smiled as if she had just won a prize and reached for a can of whip cream, and started to shake it with vigor.

I asked, "now, what are you going to do with that whip cream."

But she wouldn't answer and just kept shaking the can. She pointed the can at my now hairless chest and sprayed the whip cream all over me, and started rubing it all up and down my chest with her hands. She then climbed over me and started licking all the whip cream up with her tongue.

I was surprised, but with my newly mowed chest, I felt a tremendous arousal with each tongue stroke.

I told her, "I have to admit it. I'm feeling a nice sensation."

She said, "I've just barley started yet."

And then she moved her tongue deep inside my mouth, as I felt her hands running up and down my chest.

I told her that everything was great now and said, "lets call it a day."

She said, "I'm not finished yet," as her tongue now moved to my ear.

First, she tongued and blew in one ear and then the other ear. Then she got up and pulled something out of her night table draw. It was the extra sharp scissor, she had bought at the hardware store.

I said. "good. You're going to cut the rope off me at last."

She smiled and said, "I'm going to cut something off, but not the rope."

I said, "oh come on honey. Enough already."

She laughed and said, "not yet."

I said, "okay. What did you and Karen plan to do with the scissor when this plot was hatched?"

She said, "the plan. Sorry, but I have to cut your shorts off."

I said, "you're going to ruin a perfectly good pair of shorts."

She said, "I don't want to untie you yet. And cutting your shorts off is the only other way I can give you your surprise."

As I started to say, "you are kidding right,?" she moved the scissors up the side of my shorts, and cut them away, and then slid them off me.

Then she pointed the can of whip cream, where the shorts had just been and sprayed.

I yelled, "oh honey. that feels cold."

She smiled and said, "you won't feel cold there for long."

Then she started to lick up all the whip cream with her tongue. She licked and licked and while she licked her hands were running all up and down my waist and thighs. My body started to shake with excitement, but the rope kept a firm grip on me.

Then with every inch of my body tingling, she climbed on top of me. It was Rocket Ships and the Forth Of July fireworks.

She asked, "did you enjoy your surprise honey?"

As she untied me, I replied. "Oh yes, I enjoyed my surprise. Oh, did I ever enjoy my surprise."

4:24 PM - 8/22/2005 - comments {0} - post comment

Five Months In Hell

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No one ever wanted to talk about this. No one ever wanted to dare know the sacrifice that so few made for so many. Its been about 24 years now since it happened, and I think at last, its time to talk about it.

There is no more Soviet Union today. But at the time the Iranians took the hostages, the US and the Soviet Union could have become easily embroiled in a world war if the US did to Iran what Iran deserved to have done to it.

Until that point, the US Navy had been a fair weather Navy. We never had deployed US warships in that region during the extremly hot summer months. The Iranians were well aware of this, but they didn't figure that one lone US warship would have the nerve to face down the entire Iranian military all by itself.

We did our part, but in my view deciding not to invade Iran was a blunder on Washington's part. Of course, I can see the concern they most likely had about a reaction from the former Soviet Union, but I would have taken that risk if I were President, and I'm sure they were positive that Ronald Reagan would not hesitate to invade when he took over for Jimmy Carter. In fact, just a few hours after Reagan was sworn in on January 20th 1981 all of the hostages were released after being held captive for 444 days.

Unlike Reagan, I would have still launched an invasion of Iran even with the hostages being freed. It would have been unpopular, but it would have been the right thing to do and we wouldn't have to worry about those maniacs getting nuclear weapons today.

I suspect that Iran will be invaded soon after election day unless the government is toppled internaly before then. This will happen regardless of who wins the election. Radical governments can not be tolerated anymore. The world has changed after 911 and those that haven't yet noticed better wake up in a hurry.

When the Iranians first took the hostages, I had no idea what the media may have been reporting on TV. I was over there, sitting right off the coast of Iran through the whole thing. I doubt if the TV news talked about it, but five of my fellow shipmates became certified as insane during that time. Before I joined the Navy, I had worked on Wall Street, so most likely I had already been insane proof. In fact Jerry Seinfeld had been pouring me beer eight classes at a time at the local Brew'N Burger. So, how much more insane could things be anyway?

The pressure was enormous, and those poor souls just couldn't handle it. The main culprit was sleep deprivation. After going months and months with so little sleep some people just snaped. Sleep deprivation coupled with a blazing heat that we never before experienced was a hardship that I hope no one ever has to endure.

As fate would have it, we just happened to have the most advanced weapon of the time. In case it still may be classified, lets just say we could have easily sent the Ayatollah, a not so friendly gretting. The chance of war with Iran was especialy hard for me to conceive.

It didn't hate the Iranians, in fact I liked them. I ran across many Iranians that were being trained by the US Navy when the Shaw was still in power. The ones that I knew were very friendly and they cherised American values. They were mild manered and very friendly. It disturbed me to think what happened to their country. Its just my opinion of course, but I think the Iranians that I knew will someday take their country back from the tryants that hate.

I don't really think that anyone really ever knew the real story of what went on behind the scenes when the hostages were taken. But I think that now America deserves to hear the true story from someone that was there at the time.


It was plain and simple. When the Iranians took the Americans hostage, there was no ready made plan for such a contingency. Virtually all our planning revolved around how to win a war with the former Soviet Union.

I can even recall the CNO coming aboard my US Navy ship back in the 70's and stating that it would take about 28 minutes to destroy the entire Soviet Navy if war were to occur.

Knowing that both countries had nuclear missles, talk like that scared the hell out of me. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that there would not be any world left to win if both countries launched all their missles.

With our entire focus on the former Soviet Union at the time, little military pip squeak countries like Iran were not even considered as far as being any kind of a threat to our national security. So, when the Iranians first took the hostages, we had no ready plan to react.

At the time the hostages were taken, our deployment was just about over. Everyone was exhausted and looking forward to going home. We had recently gone through three very bad typhons.

Even the last few Ports we were in were not exactly fun Ports. We had been to Deigo Garcia where the only two females on the entire island were the English Governor's wife and their pet duck.

Before that we had pulled into Somalia against the advice of the CIA warning us how dangerous it was there. Because it was an Islamic country, no drinking was allowed and they were having a war with their neighbor at the time.

But they had kicked the Russians out because the Russians, who had been giving weapons to both countries in the past sided with Somalia's neighbor in the dispute.

I suppose we may have been interested in taking over the Russian Navy base there. Obviously other people also had reasons to be there. I didn't know it at the time, but at one point in Somalia, I and my shipmates were on a bus that was parked accross the street from where Bin Laden and his wife were standing with their Camels.

Like I say, none of us knew who he was then, but the cold chill in his eyes and his wifes eyes sent chills up my spine even in the 130 degree heat.

The bus was there waiting several minutes for clearance to go to the Russian base, but I noted that neither Bin Laden nor his wife even so much as blinked the entire time. It were as if they were stone.

We didn't know what to expect in Somalia. The Russians had been there for a long time. We even went so far as to tell everyone that we would blow the ships horn for everyone to come back if anything went wrong.

The heat was unreal there. It was 130 degrees in the shade. The natives warned us not to swim in the water. They said that 19 of them had recently been devoured by sharks. But the water was our only escape from the heat.

The guys from the Midwest were really getting done in by the heat. Because there is no natural salt in any fruits or vegetables grown in the Midwest, they have almost no resistance to intense heat. After we left that fun Port than Mother Nature played havoc with us.

Numerous under water earth quakes had been occuring resulting in pop up islands that were not on our charts. This caused some very complicated navigational problems. To make matters worse, we were in waters that we weren't accustomed to being in.

Two countries had been jointly developing missle technology that they were testing in a remote part of the ocean. We did things to make our ship look like a fishing trawler so they didn't know we were there. The irony was that a fishing trawler would never be fishing in a spot like that anyway.

I'm sure both countries knew who we were, but we always had to make everything a game. We even had to sink all our trash deep down just in case they tried to identify who we were by the sort of trash we threw overboard.

We were really all sick and tired of playing 007, but just when we thought we were going home, we had to rush out to the Persian Gulf. The Iranians had taken the hostages and we were the only game in town.

We were completly cut off from our supply lines. Soon after, we completly ran out of cigarattes. My shipmates were breaking into the life boats to retrive stale cigarattes that were placed there about three years before.

When we ran out of chemicals to run the evaporators to de-salinate the salt water into fresh, we had to take showers on the flight deck whenever we found a rain squal. Then, the toilet paper went along with the candy and chips.

The entire crew was under a tremendous strain. Shipmates were starting to do strange things that they wouldn't do under normal circumstances. The Captain became quite upset when he noticed one of my shipmates sun bathing stark naked outside his State Room.

People were tired and they started making mistakes. I wrote constant comedy scripts and long love letters to my favorite sweetheart to keep my mind occupied. Just as I was finishing page 68 of a love letter, I was the only one to notice that a shipmate had fallen overboard. Everyone else had fallen sound asleep.

As my shipmate was falling overboard I was just ending my love letter with the words I've always ended it with everything you do seduces me.

At the time, I got quite a kick out of writing long love letters. I had realized that the post office in that country had been making copies of everything I wrote and passing it all around the country.

I was subtle of course, but I was making comical statements and little hints about how much better that counrty would be without its dictator. Soon after my 100th letter, there was a revolution that deposed the dictator and restored democracy. Of course I can't take credit for the revolution, but I enjoy thinking that I may have given the revolution a little push with my love letters. Anyway, it kept me sane for all those months, but then again, I may have already been crazy to begin with.

Anway we got my ship mate back thanks to that long love letter. I was the only one awake that day because I was determined to finish writing that letter. That day I saved a shipmate and soon after my vigilance perhaps may have even saved planet earth.

When a Russian sub came to close we almost fired. If we had fired that may have set off a series of events that could have destroyed planet earth.

Before joining the Navy I had a job where everything had to be exactly percise. So when everyone else yelled that the Russian sub was over the line, I knew they were wrong.

Yes, the Russian sub was for sure playing chicken and cutting it very close, but I was sure that they were still within the allowed bounds.

At last the Russian sub turned away. But if I had listened to calls to fire, then I fear, there would be no more planet earth today. No one was happier to see the Cold War end than I. When you experience first hand just what sort of devastation can occur by an error in judgement, it makes you realize that no one should have weapons like this any where. Its just too dangerous.

Soon after the earth was saved we ran completly out of fuel, and while anchored, I experienced first hand how the oil industry is destroying the echo system.

There was a major oil spill. It was so sad to see the very proud Albertros landing on the ship and asking for our help. Under normal circumstances an Albertros will never land on a ship and never make human contact. But humans caused the problem and only humans could remedy the problem as well.

It was heart breaking to see the proud birds all covered in oil. Oh, how I cursed our SUV's when I saw that sight of the poor oil soaked birds for weeks on end.

We did the best we could and cleaned off as many birds as we could, but they kept coming and coming. My only regret is that I didn't have a Cam Corder to document what happened.

We were stuck out there for five months until an entire Armada came to relief us. We were there alone for so long, but then the sea was black with US Warships.

The CNO came aboard and stated that we now had four times the fire power of the entire Pacific Fleet during the last World War sitting of the coast of Iran.

For sure, we weren't playing with these people, but our job was over and we just wanted to go home. We had payed a heavy price for safeguarding the hostages. Five shipmates had gone insane over that five months.

We had been at sea for so long that we got strange orders from Washington. They told us to all wear street clothes on board for three days just to get acclimated to a normal life again.

Then for the first time in history Jimmy Carter ordered that Heneiken beer be airlifted to us by helicopter so we could drink it on board. Unlike other Navies such as Canada and Australia, the US had never before allowed drinking on board.

So, this was a very unusual gesture for a US President to make. At last we hit a Port. We were the first War Ship ever to pull into a Club Med.

When I first walked on to the island I had to sit down for a minute to adjust my sea legs. I was so used to the rocking of the ship, I felt as if the island should be rocking.

While I sat there adjusting my sea legs back into land legs a beautiful woman walked over to my table and presented me with a vintage bottle of wine on behalf of her country.

I figured she most likely thought I was an Admiral or something, but she was very beautiful, so I played along. After we finished the bottle of vintage, wine she asked if I would join her in a Mid Night swim on the beach.

I told her I didn't bring a bathing suite.

She smiled, looking at me as if I were an exquisite chocolate and said. "Neither did I."

She then took my hand in hers and said. The Moon is beautiful tonight.

I said. "If I'm dreaming all this please don't wake me. Its been a while since I've been in heaven.

She asked. "Will you be my Angel tonight?"

I said. "Why not?"

Then she said."You will be in heaven tonight."

We had quite a party in her island hut. We both fell sound asleep after a while. When we woke we realized that we had slept right through a tropical storm. When we walked out of the hut we found that every hut around ours was totaly devestated. How our hut was spared is a mystery I have never figured out.


We made it home despite Jean Dixon making a prediction that we would never make it back. We defied all odds and accomplished something that may have given the world a second or even a third chance.

Had we not have been there, the hostages may have perished and we just might of decided to make Iran dissapear as a consequence. But the worst for all parties was avoided. Since that day my views on many things have changed. In fact I'm now turned on like mad if I'm going with a babe that's really into politics and deep thinking in general. Because now, I always ask why. But how much longer can we keep pushing our luck? I wonder.

4:35 AM - 8/22/2005 - comments {0} - post comment

A Friends Strange Perversion

 "What did you think of her,? Ned asked.

 "Your sisters very nice,"Bruce answered.

 "I mean her bod Bruce. Do you think she's stacked or what?"

 "I guess Ned."

 "Guess Bruce. Let me put it this way. You'd like to jump her bones right."

 "'She's very nice Ned, but I'm sure she's got lots of boyfriends."

 "You're right on that Bruce, she's a nyphomania. She just can't help herself. She even tried to seduce me one time."

 "Her own brother Ned, you're putting me on right."

 "Wish I was Bruce, but I'm not. When we were both twelve a bolt of lightning hit close to the house and I ran into her bedroom to make sure she was okay. She was laying on her bed stark naked and as I moved closer to her she spread her legs out wide and asked me to sleep with her. Even at 12 she was hot. Of course she wasn't developed like she is now. I just kind of stared at her and walked out. But if that happened now, I just don't know?"

 "Oh come on Ned, of course you know. Yeah, sure, she's stacked, but she's still your sister and at 12 she was most likely having a sexual fantasy about you and every other guy in your home town. That's perfectly normal. Just all part of adolesnce.

 "Just the same Bruce, I hope you accept her invitation for diner tonight because I really don't want to be alone with her after she just broke up with her boyfriend."

 "Okay Ned, if you put it that way, I'll go."

 "All right then Bruce, lets go, Its a good hours drive to get to her place."

 "I better drive back, because your not to good at night driving Ned."

 "Good Bruce, then I'll have a couple drinks if you're driving back. Oh just one thing, my sister doesn't like it if anyone calls her Marsh for short. So just remember its Marsha or you can forget about jumping on her bones."

 Arriving at Marsha's place they noticed Marsha frolicing in the pool wearing a very skimpy bikini. Her well endowed breats and shapely thighs were a real visual treat..

 "Oh, you're here already, I guess I lost track of the time. What are you drinking? I have everything." Marsha said.

 "I'll have a double shot of  whisky Marsha, because Bruce is gonna drive back," Ned answered.

 "You heard Marsha, so just make mine a single shot and heavy on the ice cubes," Bruce requested.

 "Will do, but I hope you'll stay over. I've been kind of lonely lately and I'd like the company. I'll even cook breakfast for you," Marsha said.

 Now sitting down to diner after a few drinks Bruce thought to himself, "gee, she never changed out of that bikini and everytime she moves, her breasts seem to be bouncing around more and more in that flimsy bikini top."

 "How bout another round of drinks," Marsha asked.

 "Only if you make mine very weak Marsha," Bruce requested.

 "I'll take another double and give Bruce a double too, were staying over," Ned said.

 "The drive back is no problem for me Ned."

 "I know that Bruce, but my sister said she's lonely, so lets give her a party."

 "Yes, I'll drink to that, so its settled, you're all staying over. Cheers," Marsha said.

"All right in that case then, no more ice cubes in that whisky then Marsha," Bruce said with a smile.

 As Bruce started to drink his double whisky he could feel Marshas foot slipping up his leg from under the table. At first he tought "ah, she's just having some fun."

 But as  her foot roamed further up Bruce's legs Ned noticed what was going on and said, "well. I'm feeling these drinks now, I'm gonna go up stairs and crash.

 "Okay, sleep tight Ned, and I'll wake you up for breakfast in the morning."

 As Ned headed up stairs Marsha poured another round for her and Bruce and then sat beside him at the table.

 "Well," Marsha said looking at Bruce."

 "Well what,": Bruce asked.

 Marsha answered, "he just turned off the upstairs bedroom light.

 "And I think we should call it a day to Marsha, Its really getting late."

 "You're right Bruce, it is late. Can I give you a good night kiss."

 "Sure you can Marsha,"

 But Marsha wanted a lot more than a good night kiss. Once her lips met his she quickly started to French kiss him as her fingers quickly unbuttoned his shirt. As her fingers explored his chest he undid her bikini top and twirled his tongue around her nipples until they came to a hardened point.

 "We should stop, he could wake up at any time," Bruce said with hesitation."

 "Do you really want to stop,? she asked smiling seductively."

  "No, I don't," he said as he undid the string to her bikini bottoms and slid his fingers inside her

 As she unbottoned his pants, he asked "do you need to moan."

 "Only when I'm faking an orgasm, so you better do me good if you don't want to hear my fake moan," she whispered.

 '"Don't worry babe, you won't have to fake an orgasm with me," he quipped.

 As she slipped his jock strap off and noticed the massive size of his erection she said "doesn't look like I'll need to fake anything with you, but lets not do it at the table. We can do it quiter on the solid floor."

 "Okay, but just remember no moaning Marsha."

 Marshas thighs shook wildly on the floor as Bruce found her G spot and kept working it until she became a pool of saturation.

 "Are you ready for me now,? he asked.

 "I'm ready," Marsha said in a loud tone forgeting for a moment that her brother was sleeping up stairs."

 "Oh hell Marsha, I hope that didn't wake him."

"Sorry Bruce, don't worry about him. He's not stupid. He most likely expected this would happen anyway."

 "I don't know Marsha, this is just so weird, maybe we should stop."

 She asked ,stroking his now massive erection, "do you really want to stop?"

 He answered, "hell no," while lifting her legs up and climbing on top of her.

 As he thrusted deep inside her he could feel her vaginal walls get ever tighter as her legs wrapped firmly around her waist. But as Bruce thrusted ever deeper into her, Ned was now awake and watching them from the top of the staircase, Bruce had his back to the staircase, so he had no idea that Ned was watching, but Marsha could clearly see Ned watching them, but she said nothing.

 At last Bruce exploded inside of Marsha as she became super tight around him. Exhausted now Bruce said, "I'm ready to call it a day now."

 Tucking him into bed she said, "okay, get some rest lover boy, I'll see you in the morning. and then I'll want more"

 But as the morning sun began to creep into the window Bruce was awakened by the sounds of noisy furniture. Thinking that something might be wrong he ran up stairs only to see the site of Ned mounted and thrusting deep inside of Marsha, as she moaned wildly.

 "So, the both of you used me. I thought we were friends. How could you," Bruce said in disgust.

 "I told you she was a nyphomania Bruce and I knew you wanted to jump on her bones by the way you looked at her. So we all got want we wanted."

 "You also told me she was your sister Ned and now I've been draged into you're perversions. 'I'm calling a cab and I suggest that the both of you call someone for help."

1:44 AM - 8/21/2005 - comments {2} - post comment

Give The Ladies What They Want (Chapter One)

 It was five minutes to nine pm and I thought I might get away without another call before my shift ended in five minutes. But it was not to be. I got a call on my radio to pick up a woman outside the French Cafe at seventh and Concord.

"Could you take me to Sky Castle,?"she asked.

"Sure, but thats about an hours drive and my shift ends in five minutes. I have a half hour gig to do in five minutes at the Club Wild,"I said.

"I've heard about that club. They have male strippers there. What kind of gig are you doing there,? she asked.

"You guessed it, I'm taking it all off for the ladies at a bachelorete party I'm doing there," I said.

"I'd wait a half hour extra to see that," she said.

"Really, you wouldn't mind waiting? All drinks on me if you're game. You'd save me from getting red faced with the cab company. They don't know I'm a sometime male stripper and I'd like to keep it that way,"I said.

"No problem, I don't drink, but you can buy me a coke if you'd like. So how much of you do you show at the Club Wild,? she asked.

"At Club Wild it all comes off," I answered.

"You mean everything? Even your jock strap? No, you wouldn't. Would you,?" she asked.

"Yes, even the jock strap comes sliding off. Thats what the ladies want and I'm there to give them want they want. But before that jock strap comes off the ladies pad it stuffed with money. That and driving this cab are helping me pay my way through college," I answered.

"Oh, so you're an educated male stripper. Good looks and brains combined. Now I'm getting interested. Will you write you're thesis on male stripping,? she asked with a chuckle.

"Were here, wow quite a few cars parked in the lot. Let me escort you to the bar and buy you a drink. I'll just change into my outfit quick and get this thing going,"I said.

"Why not just take it all of right here and now,"

"Not allowed to. I'm told I have to tease them a bit first. Thats what the outfit is all about." I said.

"Okay go change. I'll be fine. I'll be looking forward to seeing you. Seeing all of you," she said with a smile.

"Hope you won't be dissapointed. There have been rumors that I'm not really a Greek God you know," I said laughing.

Now with my stripper outfit on the music that started to play was my cue to go into my act. I danced over and threw my shirt off. Slowly I started to pull my tank top up my waist letting my abs show. After a little more teasing

  I slowly lifted my tank top above my nipples and pulled it all the way over my head and off. I could hear the ladies screaming wildly as I let my muscles flex.

A few more dance steps and it was time to undo my pants. I undid the pants button and slowly pulled the zipper down. I let my pants slide down past my naval and then just held them there for a few minutes. Then I kicked the pants off and did a few more dance moves. As the music played louder I began to let my jock strap slide my down my thighs. First I turned my back to the girls and pulled my jock srtap down below my butt giving them an eyeful as I wiggled my butt to the pace of the music.

Now it was tip time. I pulled my jock strap back above my butt and danced over to where the ladies were gathered. Now facing them directly I rocked my thighs back and forth as they reached their hands in and stuffed money down my jock strap as they coped a few good feels.

 Now the last song for my act started to play. So now it was time for me to lay myself down in front of the girls and wiggle out of my jock strap for them.

As I wiggled my jock strap down to way below my naval the girls were stuffing me with money as they helped my last bit of modesty slide off my thighs. One girl asked "can I keep the jock strap,?" as she touched me and pulled my jock strap down to my kness.

"Yes, keep take it, its yours" I said as I watched her slide the jock strap completly off me.

"Okay bacholerate, here's your last chance to take advantage of a totaly naked guy while you're still a single woman. Go ahead, feel me up, take advantage of me, I can't resist. Do with me what you want. I'm all yours," I said as I threw my arms back over my head.

Sliding her hands down my chest she stopped at my waist and said, "I love to touch your muscles." she said.

"Go ahead and touch it, its your last chance to touch a man there as a single woman," a voice cried out from the crowd.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" she asked pointing at my cock.

"Go ahead touch it, thats what I'm here for. Its your day and I'm here to give you what you want today,"I answered.

The woman cheered as the bachelorete started to stroke my now throbbing cock with her hands. Then the bachelorete gripped her hand around my cock and said, "lets get a picture of me hoding his cock with my tongue hanging over it."

Her hand started to move quickly up and down my throbbing cock as the cameras clicked away.

"Okay, we have enough pictures now, he's all yours girls" the bachelorete said as she let go of my cock.

As I felt several hands now groping my butt and genitals I gracefuly eased away from the girls while I thanked them for their generosity. As I got up I noticed that the girl that came here in my cab had been standing where she must have gotten a close up view of all of me. And noticing the big smile on her face she seemed pleased by what she had seen.

All the loud music had given me a headache. I just wanted to get my fare to her destination now and call it a day. I threw my clothes on and headed out to my fares destination. It felt a little strange driving with no jock srtap on but I was more concerned about my headache.

"You've got a real nice bod." my fare murmured.

"Thank you. Did you think the music was a bit loud,? I asked.

"Yes it was, I've got a headache from it," she replied.

"My heads splitting," I answered.

"No need to suffer, take these two pills, it will help, I'm taking two myself," she said.

"Thanks, you're a life saver," I replied.

"Did you have an extra pair of jock straps,? she asked.

"No I didn't, but I didn't want to say no to the woman that wanted my jock strap as a souviener."I answered.

"You're kidding right. I mean you're not really driving without a jock strap,?" she asked.

"I wish I were kidding, but I'm not and it feels kind of strange," I said.

Suddenly I felt her placing her hand on my zipper. I glanced down to see her hand pulling my zipper down my pants with one hand while her other hand pulled my cock through the zipper opening.

"Oh, you weren't kidding, no jock strap, but maybe you don't need it now. It looks as if youre cock has shrunk back down to size again from what it was at Club Wild. I guess I don't excite you like the woman did back at Club Wild," she said.

"If you're asking me if I think you have a hot bod, the answer is yes, but I try not to have sexual thoughts while I'm driving, so thats why my cock is limp right now," I said.

She reached under her blouse and undid her bra throwing it on the dash board and pulled her blouse up over her breasts and asked "would these give you a sexual thought while driving?"

Her breasts were beautiful. They were a nice size and very firm. Her nipples were very large and very suckable. I couldn't help but to get an instant erection. I watched as she pulled her blouse back down again and then pulled her dress up to her waist and slid off her panties exposing her pussy to me.

"Oh look at that, a throbbing erection and I thought you didn't think about sex when you were driving. We'll have to do something about that throbbing erection before you have an accident or something," she said.

Suddeny I started to feel a sense of euphoria. As I wondered what was happening I could feel her tongue teasing the shaft of my cock.

"What are you doing,?" I asked.

"I'm running my tongue up and down the shaft of your cock and you're asking me what I'm doing. What kind of a male stripper are you. If you must know I'm about to give your cock a good sucking." she answered.

"But why? Whats going on? And what kind of headache pills did you give me? I'm starting to feel very weird." I said.

"I want to blow your wad so you can bop me. I decided to lose it to you and your way to hard so I got to soften you up a bit," she said.

"Why me,?" I asked.

I picked you because I want to have meaningless sex with someone that means nothing to me but is very good looking. You're perfect for the job. You can give me the bop I need and no strings, no commitment, then we can both go on our merry way," she said.

"What makes you so sure that I would even want to bop you anyway,?" I asked.

"Do you know of one single male any where that would turn down a chance to break the cherry of a good looking virgin," she answered.

"No to be honest I don't, myself included," I said.

"You just answered your own question as I'm a virgin that needs her cherry boped. And I need your cherry boping services, thats all. Now shut up and drive while I give you a blow job that won't soon forget," she said.

She was right. I had answered her question for her. No red bloded male would turn down a chance to break the cherry of a good looking woman. As I tried to grasp what was going on I could now feel her tongue moving up from the shaft of my cock to the head of my cock. After several tongue swirls around the head of my cock her lips went to work on me. As she sucked the head of my cock up and down I got more and more excited. I was afraid that I would soon shot my wad and that it might be a bit mezzy so I figured I'd better talk to her.

"If feels real great but I'm gonna blow my wad soon and make a mess all over if you keep sucking me," I said.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna swallow it down when you come. I read a magazine article that said swallowing that stuff helps make my breasts grow bigger," she answered.

"Okay, if its gonna make your breasts bigger suck away," I said.

As she sucked ever harder my cock was getting rock hard. It was getting harder and harder to pay attention to my driving. I deicided I better let it go pop before I have an accident.

"Get ready I'm going to explode any second now," I told her.

A few more sucks later and I exploded inside her mouth. As promised she swallowed up every last drop.

"That should put a few more inches on your breasts. Thank you, I really enjoyed that," I said.

"Just hope you got enough left to bop me now," she said smiling.

"Give me about a half hour and we'll find out. You'r sure now that you want to lose that cherry. Its hurts the first time you know." I said.

"I know it hurts the first time, thats why I wan't it to be with someone that doesn't mean anything to me. Anyway I need to lose it. Besides becoming twenty next month, I'm planning on seducing someone and I don't want to seduce this guy as a virgin. So yeah, I'm sure, I'll give you a half hour and then I want you to do me or else I'll tell everyone at the cab company that you're moonlighting as a male strpper" she said.

"Okay then you're on. I'll do you if thats what you really want. I just hope I can make it seem like more fun than going to your dentist or something. In a half hour I'll pull the car over and make you a woman.

9:57 AM - 8/18/2005 - comments {0} - post comment

Give The Ladies What They Want (Chapter Two)

 "I can't understand this. You just did me ten minutes ago and I'm feeling super horny again already," I said.

"I'm feeling super horny too. It must be those pills the girls gave me at the Club Wild, she said.

"What did they call the pills," I asked.

"They called them Ecstasy. They gave me four of them. They said take two and give him two and you'll both be horny beyond your wildest dreams," she said.

"Oh Ecstasy, no wonder I'm so horny. I wish you had told me. One pill can make you feel like fucking all day, but two pills, oh shit, I never even heard of anyone taking two pills at once. I'm ready to pull over now and do you if you're up for it," I said.

"Are you sure? You're really ready to do me after only taking a ten minute rest." she said.

"Yeah, I'm sure, thats how Ecstasy works. I can screw the heck out of you all day long if you wan't me to," I said.

"All right lets do it then. Pull over now and do me Leader Of The Pack, I'm ready," she said with a lustful smile.

"Okay, its show time.  I guess this place is as good as any. I'll be as gentle as I can. We'll take it nice and slow.

"So is that all this is to you? I'm just someone to burst you're cherry. No emotion, no feeling, no passion. I don't if I can do this,"I said.

She unbuttoned my shirt and started to bite my chest, but I didn't respond. Now she had my pants undone and she started to stroke my cock, but I still felt nothing.

"Sorry, I just can't do this," I said.

"You're not even going to undress me to see what you're missing," she said.

"No, I'm not. I just don't know how to have meaningless sex," I answered.

I watched as she removed her blouse and skirt. Her very endowed breasts filled a very fashionable bra that looked like it was a Fredericks Of Hollywood. When I glanced down at her bottons I noticed the heart shape deseign covering her pussy.

"You have good taste in lingere, I can see that thats a Fredericks Of Hollywood,"I said.

"It is. How did you know,?" she asked.

"Oh, I love all their lingere, its very striking,"I said.

"And how many women have you slept with that were wearing my lingere? Now I'm wondering if I should do this," she said.

"Oh, I only slept with a few million women wearing you're underwear. Yeah, we better forget about this, I'm just a super bad boy. You don't want me to take your cherry. I might be in such a hurry to get to screw someone else I may only have time to pop half you're cherry. Then you'll still be a half a virgin.You know, I have a busy schedule,"

As her fingers undid her bra I watched as it slid off her tremendous breasts. With a develish smile she looked at me and said, "now tell me you don't have the time to touch them."

I could no longer resist. I always had a weakness for big beautiful breasts. Not only was I touching them now, but I was also twirling my tongue around her giant sized nipples. As my eyes feasted on the site of her bouncing breasts my hands started to wander up her very firm and sexy thighs. Now with my cock rock hard I knew I was ready, but now I had to get her ready.

I gently slid one hand underneath the heart shaped thong that was covering her pussy and touched it gently and slowly. I could feel that her hymen was solidly firm. As I continued to run my hand under her thong I could feel her thighs start to shake with excitement. I knew she was now ready to be deflowered. I pulled her heart shape thong down her thighs and off.

I spread her legs apart and then gently placed her arms back over her head and grasped them. "I'm going to make you a women now," I said as I mounted her.

I could hardly concentrate as I felt her breasts rock wildly below my chest. I kept slipping out of her little opening. I wanted to go slow and to be gentle but her opening was just too small. At last I told her,"this is going to hurt, but just for a few seconds."

"I know that. Just do it. Do it right now. Please now,? she asked.

I gripped her arms and held her down tightly and stuffed myself hard into her. She screamed as her hymen started to break.

"Is that it now? Is it over,? she asked.

"I'm only about half way through. Two or three more pushes and that should be it," I answered.

"Do it then, just do it," she said.

As I pushed harder her hymen continued to break, but I could see that she was in pain so I gave one last super hard push to completly break through. As I plunged deeply inside of her I could feel her hymen completly break at last. I pulled out of her and said "It will never hurt again."

"Come back inside me then, I want to feel what its like without the hurt," she said.

As I entered deep inside her again she smiled and said, "you're right, no more hurt, now it feels wonderful.

"Is that it now? Should I pull myself back out now,?" I asked.

"Oh no. Please don't? It feels so good." she said.

"But I thought that this was supposed to be meaningless. I thought you just wanted me to deflower you. Just perform my little service and be gone," I said.

"No. Please forget what I said before. Oh, its happening, I'm cuming. Don't stop now. Don't you dare stop," she said.

"Okay then, I'll stick around for a while, but I can't stay for two long you know. I've got all those other millions of women that want to sleep with me," I said.

"Yes, yes, oh yes, I'm cuming again," she screamed."

All of a sudden I could feel her vaginal walls tighten around me. It had been a while since I was last with a virgin and I had almost forgotten just how tight their clits could get the first time.

"Why did you stop thrusting,?" she asked.

I stopped because I'm not Superman. If I thrust anymore I'm gonna explode inside you," I answered.

"So you're just gonna let it hang inside me doing nothing." she said.

"Yes, thats the plan for right now at least unless you're ready for me to explode inside you," she said.

"I don't care if you explode inside me. Just start thrusting deep inside me again and let whatever happens happen," she said.

"Okay, but you're pretty fussy about how you have meaningless sex. A few more thrusts and I'm afraid you may even show some emotion," I said.

"Oh yeah thats it. You bringing me to orgasm again. Oh it feels so good, don't ever stop," she said.

As I felt her vaginal walls grip me ever tighter I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. I knew she didn't ever want it to end, but she'd have to realize that all good things have to come to an end at some point.

"I'm cuming, I'm cuming again," she wailed.

"Im cuming with you," I ansewered.

Both of us exhausted now, I held her in my arms with neither one of us talking. We both felt a peaceful loving tranquility and we both fell fast asleep.

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Give The Ladies What They Want (Chapter Three) The Conclusion

 "Wake up, we slept all night," I said shaking her.

"Wow, its morning time. I never slept that sound before. But I so need to bathe. Sorry if I smell all stinky." she said.

"Don't worry my nostrils haven't yet completly awakend, but I'm planning on taking a nice dip in that lake over there right now," I said.

"Good, I'll join you. Lets go," she said.

We peeled off our clothes and waded naked into the lake. But we soon realized that we were not the only ones wading stark naked in the lake. As we heard sounds of splashing in the water we saw a naked couple in the water at the same time that their eyes also came upon our naked bodies.

"Sorry, we would have went to another part of the lake if we knew that you two were here," I yelled over.

The man with the women yelled, "no problem, we don't mind sharing this part of the lake with the two of you."

The woman he was with walked toward me and took a good look at my bod. And I guess I couldn't help but to give her a quick look over also. Of course I tried not to stare but she was really well stacked and was not in the least bit timid about showing off her body to me.

"The more the merrier" she said with a develish smile.

"Hi everyone," my fare cried out from behind the cover of my body.

"Do you two swing,?" the man asked.

"No we don't," I answered.

"Oh too bad," the woman said looking down below my waist with an admiring smile.

Now beoming suddenly emboldened, my fare stepped out from behind me, flaunted her naked body for all to feast their lustful eyes on and laughed.

"He's a male stripper and I've seen him getting groped by several woman at the Club Wild. I think he's a closet swinger," she said with a big smile.

"Not to sound too Clintonesque, but, how do you define swinger,?" I asked.

The woman with the man than pointed to my now full erection and said, "I think thats a pretty good explanation.

"I'm sorry, you're beautiful breasts excited me. Would you be offended if I asked if they were all natural," I asked.

She took my hands in hers and then placed my hands on her breasts and said, "you tell me."

"They're real. And their very beautiful. Thank you," I said.

"Better take him for a swim now and cool his breast-o-meter down a few notches now. See you two later," my fare said to the couple, taking my hand.

"Okay, see you both soon. Were going to sun bath for a while. I'll leave the sun tan lotion next to that giant rock over there in case you two want to sun bath after your swim," the woman said.

"Thank you, thats very thoughtful of you," I replied.

The water was very refreshing. We swam for about a half hour and talked about the other couple and about what we thought swinging was all about. I told my fare that I could understand if she wanted to do it whith another man just to compare a bit after she just lost her virginity.

I explained to her that if you only have an experience with one person you will always wonder if someone else might be better. Its sort of like candy bars I explained. There is not much difference between a Milkyway and a Mars bar, but unless you've tasted them both you would always wonder. After that philosophical discussion of candy bars I was ready for a nice combination of a nap and a sun bathe.

"Oh good, she did leave the sun tan lotion by that rock. Lay down on your stomach and I'll spread the lotion on your back," she said.

"Great, thank you. Let me know when I can do the same for you," I said.

A few seconds after she started to apply the lotion on my back, she suddenly stopped. I could hear footsteps that sounded as if she were walking away. But then I heard footsteps come toward me and I could feel the suntan lotion being applied to my back again.

But this time it felt more like my back was being rubbed down. It felt good and soothing. But when her hands worked their way down my back to my butt, it started to feel erotic.

She kept gently rubbing the lotion on my butt in a very sensual way. I figured I'd just pretend not to notice in case she was trying to arouse me to have sex with her. I just didn't want to end up having sex with her and have the swinging couple walking in on us in the middle of having sex. The body rubb seemed to intensify as her hands moved down to the back of my thighs.

Then I felt her hands tilt my body to its side. As her hands held my thighs from rolling back flat to the ground again I could feel her tongue start to twirl around the helmet of my cock. I still pretended I was sound asleep figuring that she would soon stop, but she didn't.

Then I felt her throw her thigh over mine and slide my cock quickly inside of her. That's when I knew it wasn't my fare. I could feel the difference in experience by how my cock felt inside her.

Then of course I knew that my fare was off somewhere doing the same. I sort of expected that my fare would jump at the first opportunity of having a second experience after losing her virginity, but I didn't expect that I would be having a surprise sexual encounter while I was innocently sun bathing.

But here we were now. I was already inside her. It felt too arkward to reject her. And at the same time I didn't want to give her a sympathy fuck because her man was busy swinging with my fare. But then I figured that no matter what I did, I just really couldn't do anything that would be right.

 So I decided to just make the best of the situation and enjoy the heck out of it and just said "okay,   lets make love.

I ran my hands over her enormous breasts as I thrusted ever deeper inside her. I wasn't into swinging but she had a fantastic body and we were already there. She really knew how to screw. With her thighs in total control I quickly exploded inside of her. But after a few minutes of sucking the nipples of her tremendous breasts, I was ready for more, a lot more.

She seemed to press every turn on button I had. And by the way she was moaning I was sure I had all her buttons turned on too. After about a solid half hour of fucking our brains out, we were at last done. With both our bodies just about on fire we decided to cool down with a swim. After a few minutes in the water my fare and the man swam over to us and all four of us laughed and splashed water playfuly at each other.

At last we dressed and continued on to my fares destination.

"Were here. How much do I owe you for the cab fare,?" she asked.

"Well lets see. I've had the company cab for two days now. The cab averages fares of about one hundred dollars a day, but since I'm sure I'll be fired anyway when I get back to the garage and you were such a great fare, your bill is zero. But I'll take a good bye kiss as a tip," I said.

"Oh, but I was so looking forward to stuffing your tip down your jock strap." she said.

"But I'm not wearing a jock strap. I gave it to the woman at the club. But you know that. And why are you unzippering my pants?" I asked.

"You know how turned on I get by cab drivers without jock straps," she said.

"But here, you want to do it here?," I asked.

"Yes right here unless you can drive to some place private in a hurry," she said.

"Okay, I know just the place, but you know they're really gonna fire me." I said.

"I wouldn't worry about that. My Dad owns the cab company, along with the rail road, the airline, etc., etc. And Daddy always gives me everything I want and I want you because you've go a way about you.she said laughing."

"Well if you put it that way, lets stop off and buy a new pair of jock straps and bill Daddy for it." I said.

"No need to bill him. He also owns that Department Store just down the street. They all know I'm his daughter there so just pick out anything you want. And lets pick out some outfits for that vacation Daddy is going to be giving us to the French Rivera," she said.

"Great. I think I'm gonna like your Daddy," I said.

9:37 AM - 8/18/2005 - comments {0} - post comment