that was most likely to get me noticed then I perched myself on a
barstool in front of the glossy black bar but out the way of the cash
registers.
I was
getting the familiar winks and smiles before I’d even finished my first drink
and I knew right away this wasn’t going to take long. I had a hard time
deciding who to smile back at because I still wasn’t sure what I was looking
for. Obviously it was a Marshmallow or M & M but both brought their own
complications. The decision mainly boiled down to when could I be fucked
dealing with said complications. With a Marshmallow it could wait till morning
- the point where I’d have to put up with the whole ‘you’ve broken my heart’
puppy eyes. And an M & M meant I’d have to put the effort in tonight and I
just didn’t know if I could be bothered talking beforehand. I needed this
frustration outta me… fast.
In the
end – about four drinks in – I went with the method of picking
whoever approached me first. Fuck the rules or the consequences… it’d been too
damn long.
“You’re
looking a little lonely there. Mind if I join you?” an older woman –
mid-forties-ish – with ice-blonde hair curled half way down her back and
tits bigger than watermelons said to me.
“I’m
really only interested in getting laid,” I retorted, my eyes never leaving my
glass. I’m not usually such an ass about it, but I was so frustrated… with
everything. In fact fuck frustrated, I was in such a stinking mood I didn’t
really know what was bothering me anymore.
“Like I
said, mind if I join you?” Wow this chick was eager. Eager enough to get eye-contact
from me. My eyes wandered from her face down her arm and to her left hand. They
honed in on the faded band-shaped patch of skin circling her wedding finger. I
knew immediately she was on the rebound. She wanted a distraction and I was
more than happy to help her with that, because I needed one too.
“Your
place or mine?” I asked with my best flirting wink.
“I’m
actually staying in a hotel just around the corner. We could go there?”
“Sounds
good to me,” I replied without hesitation. A hotel huh? This was a new one. A
fancy fuck if ever there was one.
As for bagging
a cougar? Count. Me. In.
Mrs.
Eager had me stripped to my boxers before we’d even reached the bed in her
hotel room. Desperate to get on with it I ran my hand along her spine in search
of the zipper for her silver dress. Then I pulled it down as fast as my fingers
would allow, my lips on hers the entire time – devouring her like I’d
never been fed. But holy fuck I was ravenous.
Jesus.
Her humongous tits slapped me in the face as I shimmied her dress down. They
were obviously fake for three reasons:
· No
woman has tits that round
· No
woman over the age of thirty can get away with not wearing a bra
· Did
I mention they were fucking ginormous?
Being
the gentleman that I am I gave them a little attention with my mouth before
scooping my pants up off the floor and plucking a condom from my pocket. I
carry them everywhere – just in case. It’s one of my rules you see
– only use my own stash. You can never be too careful. You read
about deranged women pricking holes in them all time.
She
pushed me backwards onto the bed and hovered herself over me. Seemed like I was
going to get all the fun with none of the effort tonight. As you can imagine,
you didn’t hear me complaining. My balls were throbbing by the time she lowered
herself on to me. Then I cupped those giant tits in my hands and threw my head
back while I waited for all my frustration to melt away. Yeah, this would get
Emily outta my head.
Wait up…
why the fuck was I thinking about Emily?
I had
another woman’s pussy sliding up and down my cock and I was thinking about
Emily!
What
the fuck was wrong with me?
Of
course now I was thinking about Emily I couldn’t seem to stop myself. Her
baby-blue eyes, her pale-cream skin, her fiery-red hair…
“Get
barstool in front of the glossy black bar but out the way of the cash
registers.
I was
getting the familiar winks and smiles before I’d even finished my first drink
and I knew right away this wasn’t going to take long. I had a hard time
deciding who to smile back at because I still wasn’t sure what I was looking
for. Obviously it was a Marshmallow or M & M but both brought their own
complications. The decision mainly boiled down to when could I be fucked
dealing with said complications. With a Marshmallow it could wait till morning
- the point where I’d have to put up with the whole ‘you’ve broken my heart’
puppy eyes. And an M & M meant I’d have to put the effort in tonight and I
just didn’t know if I could be bothered talking beforehand. I needed this
frustration outta me… fast.
In the
end – about four drinks in – I went with the method of picking
whoever approached me first. Fuck the rules or the consequences… it’d been too
damn long.
“You’re
looking a little lonely there. Mind if I join you?” an older woman –
mid-forties-ish – with ice-blonde hair curled half way down her back and
tits bigger than watermelons said to me.
“I’m
really only interested in getting laid,” I retorted, my eyes never leaving my
glass. I’m not usually such an ass about it, but I was so frustrated… with
everything. In fact fuck frustrated, I was in such a stinking mood I didn’t
really know what was bothering me anymore.
“Like I
said, mind if I join you?” Wow this chick was eager. Eager enough to get eye-contact
from me. My eyes wandered from her face down her arm and to her left hand. They
honed in on the faded band-shaped patch of skin circling her wedding finger. I
knew immediately she was on the rebound. She wanted a distraction and I was
more than happy to help her with that, because I needed one too.
“Your
place or mine?” I asked with my best flirting wink.
“I’m
actually staying in a hotel just around the corner. We could go there?”
“Sounds
good to me,” I replied without hesitation. A hotel huh? This was a new one. A
fancy fuck if ever there was one.
As for bagging
a cougar? Count. Me. In.
Mrs.
Eager had me stripped to my boxers before we’d even reached the bed in her
hotel room. Desperate to get on with it I ran my hand along her spine in search
of the zipper for her silver dress. Then I pulled it down as fast as my fingers
would allow, my lips on hers the entire time – devouring her like I’d
never been fed. But holy fuck I was ravenous.
Jesus.
Her humongous tits slapped me in the face as I shimmied her dress down. They
were obviously fake for three reasons:
· No
woman has tits that round
· No
woman over the age of thirty can get away with not wearing a bra
· Did
I mention they were fucking ginormous?
Being
the gentleman that I am I gave them a little attention with my mouth before
scooping my pants up off the floor and plucking a condom from my pocket. I
carry them everywhere – just in case. It’s one of my rules you see
– only use my own stash. You can never be too careful. You read
about deranged women pricking holes in them all time.
She
pushed me backwards onto the bed and hovered herself over me. Seemed like I was
going to get all the fun with none of the effort tonight. As you can imagine,
you didn’t hear me complaining. My balls were throbbing by the time she lowered
herself on to me. Then I cupped those giant tits in my hands and threw my head
back while I waited for all my frustration to melt away. Yeah, this would get
Emily outta my head.
Wait up…
why the fuck was I thinking about Emily?
I had
another woman’s pussy sliding up and down my cock and I was thinking about
Emily!
What
the fuck was wrong with me?
Of
course now I was thinking about Emily I couldn’t seem to stop myself. Her
baby-blue eyes, her pale-cream skin, her fiery-red hair…
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