Non. J'ai faim pour votre dur vit...

...As your fingers moved higher, you touched my panties. Since you had to keep your eyes on the road (for which I am most thankful), you couldn't see what colour I had chosen to wear for you today. Red? Black? Blue? Purple?

Even in my sleep, I can manage to tease you a little.

I have been dreaming during this drive. As you know, it is difficult to do the red eye journey, but I really can't complain. Being with you---and having the extra time with you---is well worth the trouble. Travel is just tiring, regardless of the time of day it is undertaken.

But for now, I've had a little rest. I don't know if I've slept very deeply. I feel like I've spent most of the time hovering between consciousness and sleep---that lovely state where you still have dreams but also seem to be aware of your surroundings.

And I have been dreaming about seeing you again. I always have a good time with you. So many things to talk about, to see, do, and share. Not to mention our more private and passionate moments. That has been part of what I've dreamt of.

I get keyed up on the flights...thinking about what we will do when we get by ourselves. I don't mean that to sound as if that is the only reason I want to make these trips with you, but they are part of the draw. I have never been ashamed for liking sex. And I particularly enjoy being with you. So there I sit on these long flights. I close my eyes and while my neighbours snore, I think about kissing you...about you touching me. I always get very wet.

As I sit beside you now, I am remembering some of those thoughts from last night as I was winging my way to you. I am partially asleep, but I am also aware that you are near. I can sense your warmth and smell your aftershave. And now I can feel your hand upon me.

I start to stir a little, moving toward wakefulness. The warmth of your hand against my skin...just above where my stocking ends...is bringing me back. You know how your touch affects me. I open my eyes a little and look at you. You're still watching the road, but as I look down your body, I notice that your mind must be elsewhere. I can't help but smile.

I hold your hand to me and help you slip a finger into my panties. I breathe out slowly as you start to rub me. I always like the way your hand moves against my skin, especially when your touch is light...when I can feel the slightest caress. I hear you sigh and ask you what's wrong.

You tell me that it is too damned far to the next town...let alone our hotel. So why not pull over at the next "Rest Area" or similar stop?

I take your hand from inside my skirt and I rub the back of it along my cheek, down to my mouth. I kiss it gently, making a promise for later.

As you drive...a little faster now, I notice...I place my hand along your crotch, feeling your cock. I am so tempted to unzip your pants and place my hand inside. To return the favour you gave me just minutes ago. But I don't want to distract you too much. We have too many things to live for.

Minutes later, you find a place for us to stop. You lean over, giving me a very deep kiss, leaving me a little breathless. You know, I've never had sex in a car before---you're going to have to give me some instructions. But I am most anxious to learn.

"Now," you say...

A busy weekend

What with parental duties, graduations and other tasks, it's very difficult to find time to write a blog entry or even to blow in my Tbear's ear this weekend. Things should calm down by tomorrow, and I can get back to being my usual naughty self.

I gotta get some sleep.

Last night's dream

I dreamed about you last night, Tbear.

I can only remember snapshots...parts of the dream.

We were driving in the country, through the woods. We found a clearing and a small summer house, so we went inside. The house was small, the sunlight streamed in the windows, casting shadows. There was a bed, and you asked me to lay on my back while you took off your clothes. I remember saying how young and pretty you looked. You peeled off your shirt to show me your breasts, then you sat on my hard cock and rode me until I filled you up.

It was so good to see you again, to fuck you again....even if it was only a dream.

It's a major award!

Checking my email today, I received a note from Lady Calliah, informing me that this blog was a winner of this week's "Hot Blog Award."

The award doesn't look like the Leg Lamp from A Christmas Story. Still, it's a major award!

Just what is a secret smile?

Tbear has a meeting tonight, one of those business things where Western Civilization will totally collapse if she isn't there to participate. And her reward will be for someone else to take credit for her hard work. My poor sweetie. But she is hopeful this is the last meeting like this she will have to attend with her present employer.

One thing she and I do in times of boredom or frustration is to fall back on a "secret smile." A secret smile is one of those special things that only you and your lover know about. It might be something outrageous (tying your sweetie to the bed and then dominating her) or silly (her pussy wanting to say "eat me, eat me") or just something you remember from a past adventure that reminds you of your lover. A word or song might trigger a secret smile for you.

Mel Allen, f'rinstance.

This goes way back to our second "adventure," the second time we were together in person. We found a meeting place in a rather boring town, got a nice suite in an upscale hotel and settled in for a few days of fun and frolic.

This was so early in our -ship that our suite had a fireplace, but we didn't use it. We did have a nice sofa and TV, and we spent a bit of time snuggled on the sofa and commenting on what was on the tube.

One evening we were smooching up a storm while State Fair was on TV. This was the 50s version with Bobby Darin and Pat Boone. Pure whitebread entertainment, but a nice background for spending time with my sweetie.

One of the scenes in the movie had Bobby Darin as a small time stock car announcer. He let it be known that he had a chance to work with Mel Allen. I told Tbear that Mel Allen was "big time" for a local announcer. T thought that was totally out of left field, so we had this long, cosmic level discussion about Mel Allen and his announcing career. I told her that Mel was the announcer on all those bad Disney movies like Charlie the Lonesome Cougar and Stub, the Greatest Cowdog in the West. I was mistaken, because that was really Rex Allen. We laughed for hours about odd trivia like this.


This cable TV provider had some sort of "music channel" as well; something that showed advertising slides while the music droned on in the background. And I say droned, because they had a playlist of maybe seven songs, repeating endlessly. I am not a fan of silence, and when you have an "enthusaistic" bed partner, sometimes you want a little noise to mask her moans and groans. So, I had turned on the TV before dragging my sweetie away from thawing shrimp and towards the bedroom.

As we played, I heard an old song by Dion and the Belmonts named Little Diane. This was a followup to Runaround Sue back in the early 60s. A pretty basic four chord song, except that it had a kazoo solo in it. Here is Dion pissing and moaning about this heartbreaking bitch Diane who cheats on him, and then a silly-ass kazoo starts wailing in the song. We are smooching, undressing, touching and feeling, and remember this is only our second time together, so there was an undercurrent of nervousness, and then every 15 minutes, the fucking kazoo song comes on again. And we'd giggle. And try to get serious, only to giggle some more.

I guess considering what we were doing at the time, it really was a fucking kazoo song.

So when I pick up a bag of Oreos that says it may contain the winning "talking cookie" I hold one up to my ear and say that it's whispering "Eat me, eat me!" A secret smile as I remember my sweetie saying the same thing.

I do miss her so.

Secret smiles

E,

I forgot to tell you that I'm wearing the black bra and panty set today...wish you were here to divest me of them.

It would be so much fun to "relax and distract" you this evening. I can think of several good ways, none of them involving a kazoo. Or Mel Allen. One or two do involve chaining you to the bed, but I don't think you'd really mind, would you?

I'm smiling, thinking of your "sound effects," the look of concentration you sometimes have, how your chest hair feels to the touch, the taste of you in my mouth and the sensation of having you inside me. Tonight at my meeting, it will be one of those "secret smiles" you refer to...it is only too bad that you won't be around to enjoy it with me. Or know exactly how wet these thoughts of you make me.

Talk to you later, sweetie...

Tbear

Say what???

I hurt. After three nights of rolling in my sweet baby’s arms, three days of doing the horizontal bop, three evenings of Tbear playing “Kiss The Pickle,” I had to admit that my dick was getting sore. I mentioned to her that perhaps we’d better take things easy, as I was developing a friction burn on my penis.

T suggested I put some Ben-Gay on it. Trying to make a joke, I said I didn’t want anything gay on the end of my cock.

She looked puzzled and said, “Not even me??”

“Um….excuse me? What did you say??”

Again, T seemed bewildered and hurt. “You don’t even want me on the end of your cock??”

At this point, my mind was racing a mile a minute. Both Tbear and I have done a few things in our lives before meeting each other. And even though she and I have shared some of our most private confessions, she always ended the conversations with a comment about “a girl has to keep a few secrets.”

So, was this one of her secrets? Was she bisexual? Does she have a girlfriend?

I needed clarity.

“Sweetie. You said I should put Ben Gay on my cock. I said I didn’t want anything gay on the end of my cock. And you said, ‘Not even me?’ Is there something you want to tell me?”

Tbear says: I'd like to add that when EZ said that he didn't want anything gay on the end of his cock (not that there's anything wrong with that...) that what I thought I heard was "I don't want anything on the end of my cock."

T was momentarily stunned before bursting out in laughter over the whole miscommunication. This was one of those rare moments when she turned bright red, obviously embarrassed by the whole silly situation.

I was relieved to find out that she was not bi. Well, I was 95% relieved.

5% of me had been hoping we could set up a three-way with her girlfriend. LOL.

P.S. I tried to Google a pic of “Ben Gay” to put at the beginning of this post. Bad idea.

Kwikie Mart, Part II

Remember the other day, when I stopped at the local Kwikie Mart for a soda? I got to smile at and flirt with the cutest 4 month old girl. A sweet, innocent encounter that really made my day. Well, I was on the road again today, and as is my habit, stopped in a different Kwikie Mart for a soda to celebrate the end of a successful day.

As I walked in, somebody reaches out and smacks me on the arm. What the hell? I turned around and saw Len. Geez...

Len is probably 6'3", light brown hair, perfectly chiseled face, a chin you could crack walnuts on, a chin-butt that rivals Kirk Douglas. This guy could be a male model. Honestly. Whenever he walks in the room, all the women inhale and sigh and wet themselves. The only other time I have ever seen such a powerful female reaction was when I saw a group of women walk into a gourmet candy shop and inhale the sweet fragrance of dark chocolate.

So Len and I made small talk for a minute. What have you been doing, how are the kids, I didn't know you were still around, yatta yatta. He gave me one of those million-dollar toothy smiles (the kind they show on TV where there they add a computer enhanced sparkle in the smile for emphasis) and walked out the door.

The backstory on this guy is a bit strange. Years ago, he took up in an (allegedly) torrid affair with a female friend of mine. Ellen and I have been platonic friends for years. She has told me horror stories about her life, I have shared some of my own. We’d laugh and enjoy a chat..and that is as far as it ever went. Len joined our circle of friends, and after a while, the suspicion was that they were more than canasta partners, if you get my drift. Len and Ellen always poo-pooed any suggestion of hanky-panky, and that is probably because Len’s wife really frowns on that kind of thing. Go figure. But hey…it’s really not my business, is it?

Till Len started calling my house. “Hey, do you want to go to a movie? Would you like to take off to ‘the nearest big city’ to shop for a day? And gosh…..oh by the way, Ellen will be tagging along, you don’t mind, do you??”

Yeah. I wasn’t wild about the idea of being Big Dumb Len’s alibi. He can do what he wants, but don’t drag me into this.

But the gang would still get together on Fridays after work, go to the local pub and hoist a few drinks to celebrate the end of the work week. And Ellen and Len were usually there. Sometimes they arrived together. What a coinkidink. And once, Len forgot something in his car, so he and Ellen ran out to the parking lot to get it. They must have gotten lost or forgot where he parked, because it took them a half hour to make it back. They were all disheveled; they must have looked long and hard to get what they wanted.

Long and hard indeed.

Again, while I never was wild about Len, it really wasn’t my concern. Until one Friday when were all were sharing a pitcher of beer. Several pitchers, actually.

Beer being beer, I had to excuse myself after a few glasses of the stuff. You know, to go and shake the dew off the lily, to shake hands with the unemployed, etc.

Cut to a shot of the men’s room, where I am standing and doing my business. A strong pair of male hands grab my hips and pull my ass back to a very hard dick. And I feel a warm, boozy breath in my ear as a baritone voice says, “I’ve always wanted to suck your cock.”

Ok. Perhaps this is a drunken guy joke. Perhaps. And I really would have given him the benefit of the doubt except for two things.

1. His tongue in my ear
2. His hand encircling my cock.

And that might be just freaking wonderful for some people, but it is not my cup of tea. I got the hell out of there and decided to pass on the Friday night drinking circle.

And that was the last time I saw Len until today. The word on the street was that he and Ellen had a parting of the ways when she found out his wife (who "wasn’t sleeping with Len") was pregnant with Len’s baby. Yeah, that’ll do it.

So, I did get my soda today at the Kwikie Mart. But I didn’t use the restroom.

Welcome back and a lesson for us all

Kaylem and Gabriel are back online with a new version of their blog about their special relationship. They went through a rough time recently when a friend in the real world discovered their online writings.

Kaylem has written a nice cautionary tale about how to keep your naughty blog secret and what NOT to do when with others. This is worth a read for all of us who would rather not have our secretary/co-workers/daughter's science teacher find out what we are doing and writing in our spare time.

It reminds me of the story of the old gangster who was talking to a younger member of the "gang." He was talking about how to stay out of trouble. The older man pointed to a large swordfish that was mounted and displayed on the wall.

"You see that fish," he said to his protege. "If he'd kept his mouth shut, he wouldn't have gotten caught."

Words to live by.

You woke up with a cock in your mouth

The temptation of your naked body inches from me was to much to resist. So I wondered how far I could get before you woke up.

It was 2am, but I was already awake, laying next to you. Too tired to play last night, we both went to bed and immediately fell asleep. But now it was the middle of the night. I was awake and I could not keep my hands off of you a minute longer.

Your skin is so soft. My hands started touching your back, which always makes you moan and smile. You were spooning with your back to me, so it was simple to run my fingers up and down your spine, and then around to cup your breast. On some level, you knew this and responded as your nipple became hard beneath my fingertips. Light brushing strokes against your nipple, warm breath on the back of your neck, my cock pushed up against your ass. Very warm and soft and secure.

But I couldn’t stop with that. My cock was getting very hard and he ached for some attention. I rubbed him between your legs as best I could, but really couldn’t get him near your pussy lips. So I kissed your shoulder and arm, then got up on my knees. You sensed that I had changed position and rolled over on your back. A perfect position for me to take the head of my cock and start rubbing him against your cheek and your face. And then moistening your pretty lips with a drop of pre-cum from my dick.

You could feel that, and your lips parted a little bit. Enough for me to put the now-wet glans of my cock between them. Again, you accepted my cock into your mouth even though you were still asleep, or at least in that neverland between waking and sleeping. I brushed your hair from your face as my cockhead slid in and out of your mouth, very slowly, very gently. My fingers reached down to brush your pussy lips, which almost immediately opened, revealing how wet you were.

Then your hands reached up and around to touch my hips, to pull my cock deeper into your mouth. You moaned and your eyes opened, first sleepily, and then almost frightened. You realized that what you thought was a sexy dream was really happening. Your man was actually there, his dick was in your mouth, and you were ready to play until we both came and came very hard.

I think I might

We were lazing in bed one morning. Tbear was on her back, her knees pulled up and her legs opened. I was on my side, my hips under her legs, my cock slowly sliding in and out of her wet pussy. A sleepy, lazy morning playtime with the entire day ahead of us.

My fingers would brush back and forth against her slit very lightly. Up and down, up and down. And all the while, I talked to her. Telling her how pretty she was, how exciting I found it to watch my thick cock disappear into her cunt. How soft her skin feels to me, and how sweet her kisses taste.

T always likes a light touch; I usually get excited and too rough and she says, “Easy, easy.” At first, I thought she was moaning my nickname, but then I realized she wanted me to be gentle. We men can be a little befuddled at times. But this time, my fingers just lightly brushed against her lips, tickling her cunt just right.

My dick kept at the slow fucking, my slippery fingers brushed her clit from time to time. And my words were having the desired effect, making Tbear moan and squirm. Then she said very in a very serious tone:

“I think I might come.”

She said it so matter-of-fact, like you might say, “I think I’d like chicken for dinner” or “The insurance adjuster called today.”

So, I whispered more to her. Saying how much I had missed the feel of her skin, how pretty her eyes were, how sweet it was to kiss her, how I like to hold her when she shakes and calls out and comes in my arms. And that was just what she did: she moaned loudly and said, “Oh honey, oh honey, oh honey…” as her cunt spasmed around my dick and soaked me with her juices.

A very sexy and unexpected orgasm for her. And yet another phrase to add to our own lovers’ vocabulary. Now, whenever I ask her if she’d like to go for a drive or try the new Italian restaurant, she always giggles and says, “I think I might.”

Tbear play

Dear ez,

Did I tell you what happened the other night after we signed off for the evening? It had been a long time since I had played with myself, and I had had such fun flirting with you.

I got under the covers with the Magic Wand you gave me. I imagined that you were using it on me while we were lying there together.

I wondered what you'd whisper in my ear.

Would you let me come, sweetie? It all felt so good. I was very wet and excited. I wanted so much to come and say your name over and over again.

I wondered what you'd do if I came before you were ready for me to do so.

Would you take my toy away? Would you tie my hands to keep me from touching myself anymore? Would you spank me? Would you fuck me hard---in the ass---or withhold yourself from me?

Very sexy thoughts, My Honey. Very sexy words you whispered in my ear.

And I came.

I hope that's all right with you.

Letters

Letters, we get letters...

Recently, Tbear and I have gotten a couple of letters asking about long distance relationships and likes and dislikes in the bedroom. Thoughtful posts from very nice people.

T answered one from a woman who was curious about liking anal. I just answered another from a person in a long distance –ship who wondered how T and I keep things alive and fresh in our own –ship. After writing the answer to today’s post, all sorts of thoughts started running through my mind.

Just who the hell do you ask about this kind of thing?

We are all pretty much stand-up people, aren’t we? We do what is expected of us. We go to work, pay our bills, pet the dog, grumble when the neighbor parks in our driveway. We drop money in the Salvation Army kettle at Christmas; we phone Mom and hope she doesn’t talk too long. We love our kids and grumble about our ex’s. We also meet people on the Internet and sometimes become involved with them.

And we like sex. Gasp!

So, who do you talk to about long distance –ships, or anal intercourse or other topics?

Some things can be discussed at the office water cooler and some can’t. The list of topics better left alone starts with the Internet and a long distance –ship. If you want to freak someone out, just tell them that you met a woman online and you plan to fly 2,000 miles to spend the weekend with her, sight unseen. Do you know what you’ll hear in reply? Here is a sample:

“Are you nuts????”
“You know the picture she sent is probably 20 years old.”
“The only people you’ll meet online are crazy or desperate.”
“Did she tell you what really happened to her first husband?”
“Can I have your office cubicle in case you are murdered this weekend?”

People are so supportive. Here is a true story.

T and I went to a dinner party with several of her friends. I’d never met these folks before; they were all professionals in their field, middle aged and very nice. As we sat in a country garden enjoying a wonderful dinner, everyone was waiting for me to talk, as I was kind of on display that night. I told stories, discussed business ownership and careers, and then….

And then I mentioned that T and I had met on the Internet. There was this giant sucking-of-air sound as everyone gasped in unison. What began as the story of two people meeting and enjoying each other’s company had somehow morphed into a game of dating Russian Roulette. I guess in their minds it’s all right to meet someone in a smoky bar on a Saturday night, go home with them and hope they don’t do a Mr. Goodbar on your ass, but God forbid you should meet a nice person online, right?

Sigh.

Then, once you have gotten into a –ship of some sort, new questions come up. Who exactly do you ask if you are interested in trying anal? Do you really want to write to the “Dear Prudence” column for this kind of question. Even if your mom knew the answer, you really don’t want to ask her, do you? The whole idea gives me the shivers.

One reason Tbear and I started this blog is because we had accumulated these silly, wonderful stories during the years we’ve known each other. Farting hot tubs, breaking lamps during sex, all sorts of fun experiences. And I have to tell you that sometimes I was about to burst, wishing I could share them with someone. Again, this is not office appropriate water-cooler chat. Just imagine...

B: So, what did you do this weekend?
Ez. Wow….let me think. I mowed the lawn, took the dog to the vet. Then I hopped a plane to Albuquerque, met my lover, tied her to a bed and fucked her up the ass. It was neat.
B: Oh. We were going to work in our garden but it rained.

Some things just shouldn’t be shared with the people you know.

So, who the hell do you talk to about real life in the 21st century? The one with long distance –ships, sex toys, lingerie, collared relationships and learning to love anal?

Strangers, that’s who.

Online, we have this wonderful cover of anonymity. My real name could be John or Wilbur or Aaron Slick from Punkin Crick, but online I can be the dashing, handsome Lance Steed, sweeping the vivacious Tbear in my arms and sending her to nirvana with one kiss from my firm but passionate lips.

Pretty kewl.

Online, I can share stories, answer questions, leave comments, flirt with my sweetie, and still maintain a little distance, a little safety factor. I can ask questions about anal sex or sexy lingerie or torsolettes with hose and heels. If someone is nasty or mean, I don’t chat with them again or visit their website. And when I feel like it, I turn off the computer and go back to my pretty mundane life.

Being online, chatting with and posting for people in the real world has been a wonderful outlet and quite a learning experience for us. So keep those cards and letters coming, folks. We’ll have some fun, get turned on occasionally and maybe even learn something in the process.

Lance Steed, eh? I like the sound of that.

A quickie?

Tbear wrote and asked if I had time for a noontime quickie.

A glance
wink
whisper
smile and giggle
to the nearest secluded place

Sweet hurried kisses
busy hands
racing pulse
loosened clothing
shortened breaths

Something wet
wonderful
fulfillment

Then back to work.

Sweet nothings

Fantasy sweet nothings: “Oh, my darling, you are so beautiful. If a picture paints a thousand words, then how could I paint you?”
Reality: “You smell good.”

Twisted Monk was writing on his blog about whispering sweet nothings in your lover’s ear, what to say, what tone of voice to use and so on. When I whisper sweet nothings to Tbear, she finds it very sexy; she says that words are her pornography. Whispering sweet nothings always makes her come very hard. However, it’s difficult for me to ad lib the appropriate words, and using a prepared script just doesn’t seem right.

Ez: “Bend over baby, and I’ll shove this hard dick in your. Uhh. Line??”

Short of having someone prompt me on a script, it seems like I should be able to speak extemporaneously while doing the bunny thing. And one more thing; I’d like to sound like me, not like an aging Ron Jeremy talking about stir-frying her ovaries with his throbbing python of love.

The trouble is that I like to make jokes and smart ass remarks. And when you are buried balls-deep in your sweetie who is tied to the bed with a red silk necktie…it just is not the right time or place.

Case in point. On one of our first times in bed, we were snuggled together, warm and nekkid, enjoying the afterglow of a morning romp. I turned my head to whisper in her ear.

“Sweetie, do you know why Dr. Pepper comes in a bottle?”

“Why?”

“Because his wife died! Bwahahahaha!”

She was not expecting that. She looked at me, then giggled, then laughed, and then roared. For the next ten minutes, we both laughed till we cried. You know the kind of situation where one of you has to leave the room so you can breathe again. Then when you return, your eyes meet hers and you are both laughing and snorting again.

Another time, we were conserving water by showering together. Soaping each other up without using our hands is a fun way to play, and we made the most of it. Then Tbear asked me to hand her the shampoo. Again, I had to make a remark:

“You know why we have shampoo? Because we can’t afford real poo.”

That tickled my nekkid, soapy TittyBear. She did her closed mouth giggle that sounds like Betty Rubble, and then she let out with a full-throated, lusty laugh. That pre-empted play time in the shower, but it was so much fun that I didn’t mind at all.

So, we do have fun when we are together.. Some of it is lusty and sexy, and some of it is laugh-out-loud silly.

When Gracie Allen was asked what her husband, George Burns, was like in bed, she answered, "He is funnier than ever."

Sprechen ze Deutsch?

Ah, the information superhighway, the World Wide Web. We are all connected electronically around the world. And sometimes, I am reminded of that in the most interesting way.

A few days ago, I wrote about playing the Par 3 Course with my TittyBear, and I mentioned the old joke about weinerschleider being the German word for lubricant. Today while checking my blog stats, I noticed an unfamiliar website linking to me.

Hey, I'll take all the friends and all the links I can get. But this one is in German, and I don't sprechen ze Deutsch. Best I can make out is that they were trying to Google the definition of weinerschleider and happened across my website.

Wow. People in Germany are reading my blog and wondering why the hell my sweetie is named Tbear. How kewl is that?

Oh, from their blog, I learned two new words for bra. „Büstenhalter“....and my favorite... „Stoppentitzenfloppen.“

Learning all the time.

I like red

Tbear and I are working on details to see each other next month. I filed paperwork at the office today to take the time off, and I’ll start figuring out other details to make this happen. Nothing is simple any more, is it?

Unfortunately, our adventures usually begin or end at an airport. Being a small-town boy, some of those major metropolitan airports look mighty overwhelming. T used to joke that I looked “befuddled” when I would first arrive at the airport near her home.

Hells bells!

That airport has something like 30 million passengers pass through it in a year. And a few hours before I arrived, I had taken off from a small airstrip in the middle of a cornfield, where you have to walk up a ramp to board a 30 seater turboprop. You know, the kind of plane Ricky Nelson, Jim Croce, Buddy Holly and Otis Redding all used.

Of course I’d have a little culture shock.

So one thing T likes to do (besides teasing me a lot) is wear something special for me when I arrive. On our last adventure, she had on a very pretty dress that showed more than a hint of cleavage. More than one male watched her bounce...er...walk up to me at the gate that day. Other times, she will wear something alluring, like a short skirt, hose and garters.

One time, she told me she had a new red dress to wear on the day she picked me up at the airport. Folks, it was a long and bumpy flight, I had to get up at the buttcrack of dawn to catch my plane, and I was pretty damned groggy by the time I had made my way off the plane, down the stairs, on the shuttle, and past the ever present construction at the airport.

Riding up the escalator, I’m craning my neck, trying to get my first glimpse of Tbear. Near the luggage carousel, I saw her walking my direction. She was wearing a skintight red dress that hugged her every curve.

As I mentioned before, Tbear is a tiny but curvy woman. Wearing such a hot and sexy dress and walking towards me, all the equipment was in motion, if you know what I mean. Her breasts bounced, her sexy ass jiggled, and she looked like a woman who was made to be fucked.

And if I wasn’t befuddled before, I was after seeing her.

“Well,” she said, doing a little pirouette, “How do you like it?”

I gulped. All I could manage to say was, “Wow. That’s a red dress.”

And as nice as it looked on her curvy body, it looked even sexier pulled up around her neck. Ahem.

Exploring the coast

Tbear writes:

While we haven’t been in the car all day, it has been an hour or two since we stretched our legs. I pull to the roadside and we step out into the afternoon sunshine. Picking up the bag with the field guides and snacks, we leave the car and follow the narrow path from the highway to the beach. It is a public land and park, but it appears to be rather empty at the moment.

We stop and look out at the horizon. No boats can be seen. You haven’t had this viewpoint before. You haven’t stood at the edge of a continent and looked into the distance. I watch your face, searching to see if this impresses you or not. I am always a little in awe of this view. I can’t quite imagine the amount of adventurous spirit one would have in order to move out into that horizon without knowing what lay on the other side. Such a view always makes me feel very small and insignificant---but maybe that is just a realistic perspective of one’s place in the world. A healthy reminder.

We walk out to the water’s edge, its salty scent filling our noses long before we get there. This far north, the water never gets very warm even in the shallow areas. Swimmers rarely venture out very far. Taking off our shoes, we wander along in the surf. We stop and examine the tide pools and examine the various items that have washed up along the beach.

I’m feeling a little sleepy, so we wander away from the water’s edge and toward the pine trees with their soft fragrance. I pull the tablecloth from the bag and spread it out over the sand. We sit down, allowing the sun to warm our skin while the breeze moves over us. I pull out a book of short stories and read to you for awhile, pausing now and then for a sip of water and few of your kisses. You shift a little and rest your head in my lap. I lie back and look for shapes in the clouds, giving you a description of the thoughts that are running through my mind. It seems so quiet, with only the sounds of the surf and trees moving in the wind. I hear your even breathing and decide to move down to join you.

Lying next to you, I take your arms and pull them around me feeling very warm and safe for the time being. I smile, which you don’t see, and turn to kiss you. You pull me closer and return my kiss with a little more fire than I would have thought. I had imagined you a little more dreamy than you really are. You are quite awake and I am taken by surprise when you roll me onto my back and move upon me. There is such a look of amusement in your eyes. I think you like catching me off guard...maybe even as much as I enjoy the promise of sharing a more intimate moment with you.

You definitely seem to have a certain level of energy and enthusiasm for the moment. During a short break from your kisses, you ask me your usual question: “What?!” And I have to laugh. If you only knew how mischievous I was feeling.

It appears that you must share that particular impulse as I feel your hand move up my shirt and your mouth on my neck. I have a passing thought of what unusual places I may find sand later on, but I don’t really care about that. It does make me smile, although I cannot keep still as your kisses drive me absolutely crazy with desire. Through our clothing, I feel you hard against my leg and this knowledge only makes me more passionate. I pull your face back to mine and kiss you deeply. I feel a little dizzy with the combination of sensations offered to me.

Reaching down, my hand finds your crotch and rubs you. I enjoy the look in your eyes---the one that is full of hope and want---as you slide off of me and guide my hand to help undo your pants. I also lift up your shirt and cover your chest with warm kisses while allowing my hands to touch you. Carefully, I move down your body and settle in between your legs. I feel your hands in my hair, urging me downwards. I like the way your fingers touch my hair---how they move through to my scalp and massage me as my lips busy themselves upon you. You feel so good in my mouth. God, I how enjoy kissing and licking you, not only because of how sweet you taste but because I know it pleases you. I hear your sighs. I feel the warmth of your skin and become even further aroused at the thought of having you within me. So much so that I stop working upon you with my mouth and move up to whisper in your ear. “Are you ready for me?”

But I already know the answer and smiling again, I slide off my panties while I watch your eyes. My pulse is already up and my breath short merely with the promise of what is to come. There is something so unique about being with you. Something in that unspoken sort of connection we seem to have always had that translates here. And I like the way it makes me feel. It makes me feel alive. This is the thought I am entertaining when you enter me. For a moment, I can’t breathe at all. So many sensations continue to flood in, both from our surroundings and from you. And as we move and I feel you within, I can hardly focus on anything else. Not our earlier walk or visit, not the clouds or the sand or the way the surf sounds or smells. And I am grateful to lose myself in this and in you. I touch your face, which shows no signs of worry, and search your eyes to see if you are with me---if your mind is here in this moment. It is and there is a certain sense of freedom in that. Freedom from any competition with other items in your life and it allows me to feel the orgasm building. Your breath labours a little and I know that you are getting closer to the completion of your pleasure. A bite on my shoulder is all it takes to finish me. And as I start to come, I feel you shudder and release within me. Our movement slows up, eventually halting as we need to catch our breath and find our way back to earth.

I touch your face again, thinking of how precious you are to me and how much I enjoy being with you. I kiss you lightly and lie back on the blanket before pulling the edges up around us. We rest for awhile before night falls and the air cools too much. Gathering our belongings, we head back to the car, laughing about our day and cherishing our experiences of the afternoon. I ask you where you’d like to go next and have to smile when you ask how far away the next beach is. It’s just a few miles away.

I still have it

Ah, the women love me.

I was on the road today, doing a little business out of town. After wrapping things up as best as I could on such short notice, I decided to stop at a Kwikie Mart to get a soda.

While I was waiting to make my purchase, I noticed that a girl was staring at me. I looked away, then looked back. Yes, she was watching me. So, I flashed her a little smile. She gave me a big smile in return.

Flirting is such fun, isn't it?

Maybe I was pressing my luck by now, but I thought I'd give her a wave and see what she did. And she smiled again and gave me a wave as well.

That was all I needed to know. I walked over to talk to her. I knelt down, put one finger out so she could grab it, and chatted with this 4 month old flirt. I told her mom that her little girl was very friendly. Mom said she was too friendly for her own good. I know it's a spooky world out there sometimes, but there was something so sweet about our little interaction this afternoon. It really made my day. And after I held the door open so mom could wheel the stroller out to the car, even she decided that I was one of the good ones.

Who knows. Maybe I'll make good Grandpa material someday.

Monkey business trip

Tbear: Do you have a list?
Ez: No, I always talk like this.

Tbear informs me that she will be on a business trip next month that will bring her within about 150 miles of here. Because of her schedule, she really can’t get away and drive the remaining distance to the mosquito-infested rural midwest to see me. So at the office tomorrow, I’ll look at my schedule and see if I can take time off to visit her, and hopefully give her a bit of what she is needing.

When we plan an adventure, whether it’s just an overnighter or a long road trip, we start by making lists. Lists of what to pack, what to buy, what to see, where to go. And beyond that...

We look at what activities we might engage in. Ahem. T is quite aware of how it turns me on to see her in sexy undies, so we’ll look at websites and catalogs to find one or two new items for her to wear. I get to see her wrapped in a couple ounces of nylon or lycra, and see gets to have a raving sex maniac attack her and ravage her body.

Um. Me. I’m the raving sex maniac.

We seem to have a lot of female readers for our little blog, so ladies, let me ask you a question. What one piece of lingerie, underwear, fetishwear do you wear that always drives your lover wild? Send us some suggestions, or perhaps even a link to the item online. And in return, we’ll be sure to tell you, in detail, of our playtime when T wears it for me.

Now, to get that packing list started.

Astroglide
Silk neckties (4)
Sleepshades
Paddle (?)
Vibrating bob
Silent bob
Magic Wand
Hmmm….what else?

The Par 3 Course

Girl: Would you like to play around?
Guy: Do you have golf clubs in there??

Play a round? Get it?

Golf terminology and golfing jokes are a part of our culture. Now, Tbear and I do not play golf, but we do occasionally play around. One of our favorite playtimes has been named the Par 3 Course.

One morning, we were on an adventure, snuggled up in yet another big, comfy bed. T had decided she was hungry for a taste of Big Jim, so she slid down under the sheets and before you know it, she was busily licking and sucking on my cock. Very nice, but I wanted a lot more out of our playtime than just that.

She got the message, so she moved up on the bed and I moved on top of her. Sliding inside of her tight pussy, we fucked and kissed and held each other.

I don’t know about you, but after a half hour or so of fucking, I can use a sip of water and a breather before continuing. We’re snuggled up, smiling and disheveled, getting a moment’s rest before we resume the bunny thing. (In our corner of the world, that's an "–ism" for fucking.)

T smiles at me like only she can when she is feeling frisky, and says, “Sweetie. You’ve been in my mouth this morning, and it was sooo good. And you’ve been in my pussy. I think we should play all three holes. Kind of like a Par 3 Course in golf.” She moves up to nibble my ear and whisper to me.

“Why don’t you slide him up my ass?”

Whenever she whispers in my ear, I get goosebumps. She is such a flirt, so sexy and tantalizing. And it really turns me on to know she loves getting ass-fucked. So I answer her.

“Mmmm. That sounds fantastic. Where is the weinerschleider?”

“What??”

“The weinerschleider. You know...the lube.”

She had never heard this before, so I had to explain the old joke. Something about the German word for lubricant is ‘weinerschleider.” And with that, Tbear was off on one of those lusty bouts of laughter where you know she will need five or ten minutes before she can regain her composure. She laughed till she cried, and I smiled and went soft. Darn.


OK, honey. Serious up here, we have some playtime to finish.

She got up and found the stash of sex toys and goodies that she had packed, and came back to bed with a bottle of Astroglide.

Passing it to me, she couldn’t help but say, “Here is your weinerschleider, sweetie.” And she was off to the races again, laughing and snorting and carrying on.

Big sigh.

Somehow. Somehow we got back to the fun at hand, made Big Jim stand up proud and tall, and lubed him up. I was ready to rock and roll again, so I put the Astroglide bottle on the floor by the bed, slowly slid into Tbear, and gently fucked her ass.

She loved this. I really loved it, and it wasn’t long before I had a magnificent orgasm. You know the kind where your vision blurs, you get shivers up your spine, your balls tingle, and everything shoots out of the end of your cock. This was skyrockets. Amazing.

Afterwards, I’m struggling to come back to Earth, to tell her how good she made me feel, to let her know what a great lover she was. To somehow convey that “she done me good.”

And all I could manage to say was “...gee...”. I think that was supposed to be short for, “Jesus, that was fantastic.”

Tbear, ever the cheeky woman, started teasing me. "After all that, after playing the Par 3 Course, after being inside of me in three different holes, after coming up my ass….all you can say is 'gee'???"

Yup. I was so satisfied, so drained, so filled with the afterglow of fantastic sex; that was all I could say.

Oh, and I forgot to tell her one more thing. I had left the lid off the weinerschleider, and it spilled all over the carpet.

Gee.

Last night

Tbear writes:

Last night, I made love to myself.

No. Wait. That’s not quite the way it happened. Let me try again.

Last night, I fucked myself. There, that’s better.

I’ve found myself feeling very horny lately. I’m not sure why. Maybe it is because having the pressures of work relieved has left me open to listening more to my body. I need something that makes me feel alive. And what better way than a rousing orgasm? Talk about getting in touch with myself. Ahem.

But back to last night.

I slipped off my panties on the way to bed. I never used to like sleeping in the nude, but I find it very comfortable these days. Perhaps it is just a function of being more at ease with myself as I age. But I do like the feel of the cool sheets against my entire body. It is somehow very sensuous, the soft cotton lying over my skin.

I often imagine slipping into bed and snuggling up next to you...wondering how you might like it if I came to bed in the mood I was in last night...where I absolutely would have had to have you. And done anything to do so.

Although, I suppose that if you weren’t "in the mood," it wouldn’t necessarily mean that I would have to do completely without. Maybe I would just do as I did last night.

You’ve seen most of my toys. All except the new one, of course. I have to tell you that it is fast becoming my favourite. When I move it into my pussy, it stimulates just the right spots. I like the weight and fullness of it in there. And it is designed to stay put. But it is also designed to be put elsewhere, and last night, I followed the rules.

I like being slippery...and thoughts of you certainly make me very wet. Sometimes, though, I put some Astroglide on my clit, just to enhance things a bit. I can’t really describe why it is that I like that sensation so much, but I really do. Last night, you were playing "hard to get," being far away and all, so I decided to make an extra effort to get your attention. I dripped some Astroglide over my clit and down to my pussy. I used my finger to make sure that it got spread around, especially around my ass. I fingered my pussy a bit before moving back up to my clit, mixing my own wetness with what I’d added.

I considered just using my fingers. Sometimes bob can be a bit much, but that’s what I needed last night. I wanted something with a bit more edge. With the addition of the Astroglide, the vibe moved easily over my clit. I used one hand to spread myself open and pressed myself against the vibration. I could feel the orgasm building...my skin warming...my pulse quickening. Would you be so quick to roll over and go to sleep if this was happening next to you? Have I convinced you to play with me yet?
No?

What if I slipped the new toy in my ass? I know I’ve told you all about it and how much I like it...how it both stretches and fills me and rubs all the right nerve endings. Last night, I pushed it in very slowly, feeling every inch slip in. I remembered how good it feels to have your cock there. Do you remember? Mmmm...I remember the first time we did that...how you awakened me with soft kisses on my neck and caresses along my back. I was in such a dreamlike state, feeling your hands and body around me...your cock growing harder. I remember you getting up to get the Astroglide, before coming back to tease and tantalize me some more before you finally fucked me good and proper. You were so amazing, sweetie. And as I touched myself last night, I certainly had you in mind and how good you are to me. I rubbed bob harder against my clit. Most of the time, I just hold it there...but I needed it good last night. I made the vibrations faster and moved it up and down over my clit. It felt so good...imagining your hard cock fucking me along with rubbing my clit. I could hear your whispers in my ear, finally, egging me on...asking me to come for you.

And OhHoney, I did...your name burning in my throat as I moved one toy over my clit and popped the other in and out...wanting you to hold me as I shook and came. I was a bit sore this morning. I’m not usually so rough on myself, and you of all people should know that I like things nice and gentle. But sometimes it just feels good to have things a little harder and more urgent. Perhaps I’ll show you next time we’re together.

You'll shoot your eye out, part 1

Before Tbear and I met, we spent a lot of time chatting and flirting online. Do you remember that first rush when someone found you attractive and sexy? And they made it clear that at some point in the near future, you were going to be wooed, screwed, and tattooed. Well, the first two, anyway.

Do you remember how exciting that was, and how horny it made you?

T and I would spend every evening online, whispering in each other’s virtual ear, teasing and taunting and saying things that made me hard and made her very wet. And then, sigh. And then we’d sign off and each of us would go to bed. Alone.

After one particular evening of naughtiness from my TittyBear, I really needed some release. Stripping off my clothes, I settled down on my bed, resting on my back, and started stroking my cock. He was very hard, a drop of pre-cum on the head of him.

I was remembering the words Tbear sent to me, my breathing got ragged, a shiver ran down my spine and I came very hard. Very hard.

A man my age normally doesn’t ejaculate very far, not nearly as far as when I was a teenager. But this time, the first spurt went up my naked chest.

“Wow,” I thought.

And the second one hit me in the face, full on.

After coming back to Earth, I thought, “Yuk.”

Time to reach for the towel I brought in earlier and start cleaning up. What an orgasm, what a mess.

I told Tbear about that the next night, and she giggled and said that like the movie “A Christmas Story” I might shoot my eye out next time.

And sure enough, a week later a package arrived from my sweetie. She had sent me a pair of safety goggles. Just to be safe.

JanesGuide reviewed us!!

Wow.

Tbear and I have only been writing this naughty little blog for a month, but things have been moving very fast.

JanesGuide has just reviewed this blog, giving us both a "Quality" and an "Original" rating. And how cool is that!!

Jane says:
"I love authentic blogs that describe the sensual human experience while also keeping a sense of humor. This one definitely delivers! This blog covers the romance between two folks (Tbear and ez), who live far apart and blog together as an active part of their relationship. They write about their face to face time, and they do so in a way that is sexy, educational, and funny. I was rolling when I read about them using deep throat cream! The writing style of both individuals is just incredibly likable. You'll get excited right along with them when they go on their adventures (such as renting a houseboat), and laugh with them when things don't go exactly as planned at times. Neat read! - Vamp
Cost: Free Date Reviewed: 05/09/2005 Advertising Content: Low"

Thanks and a tip of the hat to the folks at Jane's. Hey, anytime I get a nice email from someone called Vamp, I have to smile. And Tbear giggled a lot when I told her about this.

Welcome to our new readers who are paying us a visit. We love to hear your comments, so please take a minute to send us an email or leave a comment.

Now, back to our regularly scheduled porn.

Literal interpretation (Bodacious ta-ta's)

I've learned a few things about my Tbear over the years. About her hopes and dreams, disappointments, what makes her laugh and what makes her cry. And also the little things that make her an individual.

She likes words, and likes to play with them. Because of that, she often will take what I say literally instead of based on the meaning of the phrase. She knows what I mean, but she likes to have a little fun at my expense.

Sometimes, it is fun. Occasionally, it does piss me off, because I'm trying to express myself and not have to worry about linguistic minefields. And sometimes, it is just fucking exasperating.

The first time she and I were up close and intimate; well, it was my first time with someone new in many, many years. And what was so easy as a horny teenager seemed very awkward at this stage of life. Kissing someone new, wondering if it was all right to touch her here, or there, or ask her to....

Wait a minute. It was exactly like when I was a teenager!

She and I were smooching up a storm, my hands had started roaming over her very sexy body. And I did want to move on to the next step; to have her remove her blouse and show off those magnificent breasts. (I'm probably too old to call them bodacious ta-ta's, but I'm sure the search engines will love that phrase.)

I'm still trying to play it cool, not being comfortable enough around her to let my guard down. So, as I kiss and touch her, my lips move up to her ear to whisper, "What color is your bra?"

My future sweetie smiles and moves back a little. She reaches up under her blouse, removes her bra so discretely underneath her blouse, and hands the bra to me. It's red.

Ahem.

She thought that was ever-so-much fun.

Sunday morning wake-up

It is early on a Sunday morning. Four-thirty a.m. to be more accurate. There is no such concept as "weekend" in the vocabulary of animals. The birds outside have been at it for 30 or 40 minutes and the cats have particular expectations about their feeding schedule, regardless of the day on the calendar.

You're snoring quietly on your side of the bed, oblivious to the insistent behaviour of the animals indicating that morning has arrived. I open an eye and lift my head enough to look out the window. Dawn is still an hour or so away and there is little to indicate what sort of day it might be.

I slip out of bed as quietly as possible and follow the cats into the kitchen. We have our own routine in there. I check the dry food and refill the water dish. One purrs loudly, so I pick him up and hold him in my arms for a moment or two. Neither of the others likes to be held, but I do pat them down before getting a clean plate and setting out a fresh can of food for their breakfast. I step into the bathroom for a few minutes before heading back to bed. And none too soon as my feet are starting to get chilly.

Now, I feel quite awake for the time being. I watch you sleeping for a moment and feel a twinge of disappointment that you are slumbering. I know you need the rest, but I am feeling playful. We have the whole day ahead of us...you can always have a nap later, right? Either afterwards or this afternooon. I remove my shirt and panties and move back into bed with you. The only thing I have on now is a smile.

I know I'm too late for your 4 a.m. testosterone rush. Perhaps I might inspire you to reprise your reaction? I am quiet for a moment, plotting my strategy. And then I decide, "The Hell with it." I slide farther down between the sheets to your waist. I move closer to you, pressing my body against your legs and reach a hand up your side, rubbing your arm gently. You seem to stir a little and I can tell that you're not ready to wake up yet. Too bad for you. Don't worry, though, you won't be sorry.

Moving my hand back down your chest to your crotch, I trail the back of my hand across you several times, allowing the material to rub against you until I can sense a response starting. And I don't hear you snoring anymore. Your breathing is still deep and I smile for a moment thinking about how much shorter it will be soon.

I carefully move your underwear down as far as I can manage. I place one of my hands underneath your balls, keeping the material out of the way and I slide my other hand between you and Big Jim, lifting him gently toward my lips. If you are still dreaming, sweetie, you won't be for long.

I give you a gentle kiss, then lick my lips to taste you. Feeling a little hungrier now, I lick you instead...something long and slow. As I do, I can feel you becoming even harder. I hear you make a sound and your hand moves into my hair. Smiling, I know that you are no longer fully asleep. So I continue my efforts. I carefully caress you and take you in my mouth. I feel and taste you with my tongue. I move upon you rubbing you as it pleases you most. I think about how good I want you to feel and how much I like giving this to you. You move a little, allowing me to stop a moment and finish the removal of your underwear. I scoot in between your legs and you warmly hold me with them. Your positive response to my morning energies have given me more of a sense of purpose and I begin licking and sucking you again. A little nip here and there assures me that you are, indeed, awake and getting close to coming. My how your breathing has changed from when I first woke up, but I won't stop until I've left you gasping. Using my hand to stroke you a little harder and faster, I feel that you are getting closer. I move you back into my mouth, teasing you with the tip of my tongue...giving you the last bit of stimulation you need in order to come. Your body tensing, your breath short and your hands holding my head. I leave you for a moment as your heart slows up and return to find you lying in bed with your eyes closed and a smile on your face. This time, I kiss you on your lips and you take me in your arms so we can both doze for awhile.

Happy Sunday to you...

Dear lover

As you and I learn more about each other, we learn more about our likes and dislikes. One area of this is our sex lives; what turns us on and off. And, just when I think I pretty much know you, you give me some more info to intrigue me.

Now I know that you like online erotica and even a porn movie once in a while. This makes sense to me, because I have been sending you steamy notes for years. But I have to admit it really excites me to know you spend some time online, reading stories and racy letters. I also know how much you like anticipation and the build-up before sex. That is good to know, because one evening, when you return home from work, here is what will happen.

I'll be a nice guy and give you time to check the mail, use the restroom, and say hi to the kitties. But then, I'll slip the sleepmask over your eyes, and whisper in your ear to get ready for me to drive you crazy. Take my hand, sweetie...follow me and walk carefully.

You will be led into the living room and I will disrobe you, one piece of clothing at a time. I like the feel of silky material next to your skin, so my hands will linger as I brush your legs, remove your slip, and slide your panties off of your hips.

Have I ever mentioned how much I like the swell of your hips and ass? I know you don't have a perfect figure; few women do. But you are very curvy. Your muscles are firm and you have a wonderful tone to your skin. That means it feels very sexy to my touch. When I enter you from behind, the movement of your ass is extremely exciting. I can touch your back, watch your butt jiggle as I penetrate you, look down to see your legs curled up, and take in the fact that you are a very tiny woman. I know you aren't a big fan of spooning, but I have to say that the view and the opportunities to touch you turn me on very much. I'll have to spend more time ravishing your neck and shoulders, and turning your head to kiss me.

But I got way off topic here, didn't I? When last we left our lovers, you were blindfolded and nude from the waist down. I'll pause to give you a few kisses, and then remove your blouse, kissing your arms along the way. A big sigh escapes my lips as I discover what color bra you are wearing, and feel the silky material where it touches your skin. Off the bra comes, with my fingers touching you and my mouth sucking your breasts.

A few more minutes of kissing and touching, and I begin to slowly back you up. I know you think you'll end up falling on the bed, but I have instead placed a straight-backed wood chair in the room. I ask you to sit in the chair, and then take your hands and tie them behind your back. Two more ties are used to tie your ankles to the legs of the chair. The chair does have a padded seat, but the back of it is mostly open. I hope you are comfortable, because the show is about to begin.

The room lights are off, and as I remove your blindfold, you notice you are sitting in front of your television, where a DVD is playing. I move out of your line of sight, and you begin to watch the video, something very naughty that I have purchased for this occasion. This video has a bit of everything on it...starting with a romantic seduction scene of a man and woman in front of a fireplace. The man shares a glass of wine with the woman, and they begin to kiss. Clothes are removed, bodies are stroked and touched, and they complete with a vigorous session of fucking. The next scene is a threesome, with two men enjoying a nude woman. The woman is in the doggy position, with one man fucking her while another one has his cock in her mouth. All during this, you can't touch yourself. You can only watch the movie.

Behind you, I have removed my clothes, and am touching your back, neck and shoulders through the chair. The movie has excited you, and the only thing you feel in the dark is my hands, and then my mouth pleasuring you. Moving around, I kiss you very hard and passionately, my tongue exploring your mouth from every angle. My kisses move lower on your body, and you can again see the x-rated action on the TV.

On the screen is a woman playing with her sex toys, and you observe while my mouth sucks at your nipples and my face is rubbed against your chest. Do you want more? Am I making you crazy? Will you come hard for me?

I have found a small step stool, so I can stand on it and place my cock at the right height for your mouth. I?ll tease you at first, brushing the head against your lips, rubbing him all over your face. But then, you get a good taste of Jim, sucking hard as I move your head back and forth with my hands.

Am I too rough? Do you like feeling the hard cock sliding in and out of your mouth?

The final scene of the video starts, and you take notice of something. It is a pretty, dark haired woman, who is nude and tied to a chair. Almost exactly in the situation in which you find yourself. A man starts kissing her feet and ankles, and works his way up her legs. As you watch this, I am doing the same thing to you, kissing and touching your legs, moving up to my prize.

My hands move between your legs, brushing your pubic hair and pussy lips, exactly like what you see on camera. The woman on the video is very aroused, and she is moaning loudly when he begins to eat her out. You can feel my tongue start to work you over, my fingers between your legs. I've done this to you before, and you know what to expect. But you are trapped and can't move a bit. All you can do is sit there, watching the erotic video, and take whatever I give to you until you scream out my name and come harder than you have ever come before. Your hips are bucking up and down, you shake and shiver, then whimper as you relax, totally spent.

I'll move up to hold you and give you a rather wet kiss, and then untie your hands and feet. As we lie on the floor, very close, touching each other tenderly, I remind you that I need satisfaction as well. And I have plans for that.

Cinnamon Bare

My dear Tbear would do about anything for me, and I do appreciate her for that. Sometimes as we know, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. Here is what reminded me of this.

At Unwraping the Layers, *J* wrote recently about having terrible jaw pain when performing oral sex on her husband. A visit to the dentist introduced her to the bite block, a gadget that is designed to hold a person's mouth open during dental procedures. *J* is a smart woman because she saw other applications for the bite block.

Tbear had a different kind of oral sex problem. Not enough. Ahem.

But besides that, she has the world's strongest gag reflex. She struggles with each visit to the dentist, so you can imagine what a problem that is when she tries to suck on my cock.

One thing about Tbear is that she will not back down from a challenge. She actually asked her dentist if something could be done to help reduce her gag reflex. The dentist probably started visualizing all sorts of naughty things, but said there was nothing he could do.

As we were preparing for one of our adventures, T started browsing online at Adam & Eve, looking for toys or lingerie or other things to add spice to our love life. What we didn't know was the spice would be cinnamon.

Because on their web page, right between the Peppermint Peckers and Scented Coochie Shave Creme was A&E Deep Throat Gel, a cinnamon flavored anti gag cream.

A&E Deep Throat Gel? My first thought was wondering if the name meant that it would be featured in an episode of "Biography." But it isn't that A&E.

The ad copy said:

Now our best-selling deep throat gel comes in tasty hot cinnamon! Just like our great menthol flavor, this unique formula mildly numbs the throat and helps the user perform fellatio! Rub a dime-size dollop on the back of your tongue to enhance a "gag-free" oral love experience! Handy 4 oz. tube.

Yeah, I didn't fall for X-Ray Specs or penis enlargement creme, but we couldn't order this stuff fast enough. I mean, what did her pervert dentist know about this anyway?

The tube of gel arrived just in time to be packed and taken on one of our trips together. We were staying in a nice secluded state park, just Tbear, myself and an owl that kept dive-bombing me every time I went for a walk outside.

There we were in the living room, fireplace flickering (I know....another fireplace), a big soft rug on the floor, me sitting on the sofa, and Tbear, nekkid, kneeling between my legs. Then I reach for the magic Deep Throat Creme.

First question...how do you apply this stuff to the back of her throat? She put some on her finger, stuck it in the back of her throat, and promptly gagged. Then I had this brilliant idea. Since I wanted my cock in her mouth anyway, and since I hoped my cock would go clear back to her tonsils, why not just put the desensitizing creme on the end of my cock and I'd apply it to her throat that way.

Wait. Desensitizing creme on the end of my cock? Not a good idea.

We struggled, laughed, and finally gave up. My personal review of A&E Deep Throat Gel is two thumbs down. About all I got out of it were some cinnamon-flavored kisses.

I don't need that, because Tbear's kisses are sweet enough just as they are.

It was a dark and stormy night...

when you and I decided to go for a walk. The weather in your part of the world was warm during the day and cooler in the evenings. This particular day had been very warm, even for July, and the air didn't cool off at sunset. Clouds were forming on the western horizon, and we could tell that storms were building. At least that would cool things off.

After a lazy day at your house, we went for an evening stroll. There was just enough light left to find our way, and you had to take the lead most of the time, being more familiar with the surroundings.

We were chatting and feeling very relaxed. This visit was going well, and we had both gotten over the initial nervousness and "opening night jitters" that always happen at the beginning of an adventure. As we walked, we noticed the cloud bank was rapidly filling the sky...and perhaps your area would have one of its rare thunderstorms this evening.

The wind shifted as the clouds moved in....a chilly wind that made you shiver. I pulled you closer to me....honest, my intention was to keep you warm. However you got a different idea and reached your arms up to put them around my neck. I bent down for a kiss....and heard you moan, deep in the back of your throat. Your lips were soft against mine....and I could tell you were becoming excited. Then you moved your mouth to my ear. Whispering...as if anyone was around to hear us...you told me that we should find some cover against the approaching storm.

A small grove of trees was nearby, so we moved under there...making sure to not be under the tallest of the trees. You asked for another kiss....and as we held each other and kissed, I became aware that you were slowly pushing me backwards. I walked backward until my back was against a tree...and you gave me such a look. I could see hunger in your eyes....devilment....and a hint of a smile curling your lips. Unzip your pants, and hurry, you said.

After I unzipped, you reached in and freed Jim. Giving me one more kiss, you got down on your knees and took Jim in your mouth. Now, I don't know if you had been reading something online or if you still had a few secrets to share with me, but you were showing me new things. First, you just took the head of my cock in your mouth, and you began moving your head in a circular fashion. For some reason, it reminded me of putting chalk on a pool cue. Around and around you moved your head, and your lips and tongue were rubbing the sensitive glans at the end of my dick. Very arousing, and it made me groan. But you had a few more things in mind.

As you played with my cock, the wind blowing your hair around, the leaves rustling, the faint sound of thunder in the distance....your hands moved to my pants and slid them all the way down. One hand then went between my legs...playing first with my balls, and then rubbing the sensitive skin behind them. Your tongue began tapping against my cock, the very sensitive place on the underside of the glans. Very exciting...and I wondered if you wanted me to shoot my come in your mouth.

You looked up at me, making sure our eyes met, and then you slowly slid my cock deeper and deeper into your mouth. And when he was as deep as you could take him, you started moving your head again. It was like you were trying to make a figure 8 on my stomach with your nose. An odd way to describe it, maybe, but the feeling was unbelievable. The head of my dick was rubbing against the back of your throat, your tongue would try and lick my balls while I was buried in your mouth, your one hand between my legs, your other grabbing my ass, trying to pull me deeper into you.

The weather had changed, and lightning was flashing as we felt the first cool drops of rain in the air. Every time the lightning flashed, it was like a strobe light, freezing the action. And I could see these exciting pornographic images of us freeze-framed. You, licking the head of my hard cock, then my cock buried deep in your mouth. And then, you opening your blouse in order to rub your breasts against my legs as we played.

I was so excited at that point that I told you I was about to come. Your response was to hike up your skirt; of course, you weren't wearing panties.

You began to finger yourself, your hand moving against your pubic mound, your fingers sliding back and forth, becoming slick from your juices. Taking Jim from your mouth, you told me you wanted me to come hard and fast. That you wanted me to fuck you hard and fast and to come right away. But only when you were ready to come.

So, you played a little game, trying to time things just right. You would suck me until I was on the brink...then back off and play with your wet pussy. Sucking...and fingering....until we both were going crazy.

Then you laid back on the damp grass and begged me to fuck you now. I got on my hands and knees and slowly slid Big Jim into your waiting hole, your hand was still playing with your clit, rubbing it back and forth. You took every thick inch of my cock, and moaned out loud when I pulled him all the way out of you. I began to fuck you harder, knowing my orgasm was moments away. We ground our hips together, the sound of skin slapping against skin...the smell of the fresh rain, the rumble of the thunder in our ears. Again and again I drove my cock into you until you heard me groan and felt my body stiffen. The warmth of my shooting sperm spreading inside of you was what it took for you to come as well, whimpering and shaking as waves of pleasure took over your body. Again and again my cock spasmed until I was spent.

The rain was dripping off of the branches of the tree. We were cold, wet and laughing.

This is how it is done

Do you compare lovers?

That's something that I have never done, and really don't recommend it for a relationship. I think that it is absolute insanity to roll over in bed and say, "So, was I better than ____?"

I mean, what if he/she says, "Um, not really." Talk about a blow to the ego.

Having said that, both Tbear and I have been around the block more than once. She and I do better in and out of bed every time we see each other.

Recently, she told me I was "the best." I tried to brush that remark off, but I have to admit that I liked hearing it. She even sent me this note telling me why she thought so.

You're the best, because you whisper naughty intentions in my ear...and then fulfill them.

You're the best, because you wear racing stripe undies and cologne (that I
know you don't like) for me.

You're the best, because you hold me close when I come.

You're the best, because you are ready and willing to try something
new...whether it is a different position...cinnamon creme...or silk neckties.

You're the best, because you enjoy playing the par 3 course as much as I do. Maybe more.

You're the best, because you always make me laugh in bed.

You're the best, because your kisses make me melt.

You're the best, because you have a delightful fetish for lingerie that you
let me share.

You're the best, because waking up to your smile starts the whole day off right for me.

You're the best, because you are such a hearty eater. Ahem.

You're the best, because you give lovely compliments like, "Gee."

You're the best, because you like to help me play with my toys.

You're the best, because you touch and caress my back.

You're the best, because your cock rubs me just right.

You're the best, because you taste so damned good.

You're the best, because you add to my vocabulary with words like "weinerschleider."

You're the best, because the slightest touch from you makes my nipples harden and my pussy get wet.

You're the best, because you think I'm pretty.

You're the best, because your name is the perfect word to say when I am ecstatic.

You're the best, because you remind me of all of the pleasures life can offer.

You're the best, because your body is so sexy and attractive: I can hardly stop myself from touching you.

You're the best, because you get that hungry look in your eyes and I know I'll get it...good.

You're the best, sweetie, exactly as you are.

See, now that's good writing. And not just because it's all true. LOL

How to write good

I've been writing this blog for about four weeks now, and I don't think I've used all of our "A" material yet, but it was a bit difficult to come up with this evening's entry.

With that in mind, I went back and looked at some of the letters and emails Tbear and I have written over the past (mumble) years. I was scanning this file of literally 3,400 emails, which for some reason are in alphabetical order, so it's tough to follow a train of thought.

However, I did stumble upon some of our early erotic writing. That was when all our lovemaking was virtual, having never met in the flesh yet. And I thought I had hit the motherlode, plenty of material to use on the blog when I needed an idea seed. Ahem.

Oh my.

All right, let's poll my readers (and you know how much that can hurt). How many of you cringed when you read the header for this? I'm sure more than a few were ready to take me to task for saying "good". Well, those early naughty emails that I wrote made me cringe just that much. Examples:

"Let me take you to wonderland."

"Deeply he pounded her, slamming his pelvis into hers "

"...his massive, throbbing fuckstick.."

Oh, God. I can't go on. This stuff is really bad. I mean William-Shatner-acting bad. I think....I hope to hell...that what I write now is better. Maybe it's easier because I'm not trying to impress T. I'm very lucky, because she is impressed by who I really am, bad writing, bad jokes and all.

Rock the boat

A few months into our –ship, Tbear came up with an interesting idea for an escape. She had found a person who rented small houseboats to couples who wanted a getaway. She had reviewed their website, investigated the cost, and suggested it might be a fun place for a quick escape.

These were no ordinary houseboats. They were made for two people; and the houseboats stayed docked in a cove all the time. In case you think you might get bored in a boat that never goes anywhere, they were tricked out for lovers. A Jacuzzi for two, kitchenette, fireplace, sofa and large bed filled the inside. A small deck on the back was just big enough for two chairs, so couples could sit outside and enjoy the peace and solitude.

So we counted our pennies and nickels and rented a houseboat for one night.

Arriving at the marina, the owner took us past small pleasure boats, large yachts, sailboats and every other water craft that could be docked, until we got to the very end of the dock. And there was our houseboat, a gas grill sitting on the dock, a gate guarding entry into the boat, and nothing but peace and quiet for us.

Entering the boat, we had to laugh. This was such an amazing escape for us, so we decided to make the most of it. First, we whipped up dinner, with grilled shrimp, salad and other of Tbear’s specialties. She trusted me enough to grill the shrimp, and I did fine job if I do say so. We ate, watched the water, and marveled at our luck at finding (and affording) such a place for a night.

Next, the hot tub. We turned on the jets, and settled in. This was our first time in a Jacuzzi together, and even though we thought we’d get frisky with each other, we found it relaxing. The windows of the boat were low enough that we could look at the water and forest as we soaked and let the cares of the day slip away.

You know how it can be after soaking in a Jacuzzi. I don’t think we had the strength to make love, instead we collapsed in a soft, comfy bed and drifted off to sleep. Until...

Are you familiar with Jacuzzis? This one had a cover and was to remain filled. For that reason, some sort of pump kept the water circulating and fresh. This pump would cycle on and then off every 15 minutes or so. And, perhaps a belt needed tightening, perhaps a bearing was going out of a pump, but when it stopped its active cycle, it farted. That is, something made a noise that sounded exactly like a loud, juicy fart.

Imagine if you will, snuggling in a soft bed, all nekkid and warm, lots of kisses and pillow talk with your sweetie. And then, hearing the pump cycle off, counting to yourself (1-2-3) and hearing a raucous fart come from the tub next to the bed. It was like waiting for the other shoe to fall; we roared with laughter every time it happened.

Really mature, I know. But for all of our travel, we’ve never forgotten the night of the farting tub.

Early morning today

It's early on a Monday morning, and the house is quiet. Outside, it's
dark and windy, with drizzle and the sounds of wind whistling
through the trees. I grab my robe and head for the bathroom.

Turning on the water in the old clawfoot bathtub, I get ready for a nice,
relaxing bath. The cast iron tub holds heat very well once it's warmed up,
and steam is already rising from the water into the cool air of the room. A
small table holds towels, washcloths, and a radio. I turn on an easy
listening station, and prepare for some very personal time.

When the tub is as full as I can get it, I drop the robe from my shoulders
and step into the steaming water. A good, hot bath is almost painful when
you first settle in, but soon the body gets accustomed to the temperature of the water, and you begin to relax.

I have placed a couple of clean washcloths within reach for later. Right
now, I'll slide down in the water until only my face is dry. The heat feels
good on my neck and shoulders, and I can feel the tension slip away for a
while. And as I relax and listen to the music, my mind starts to wander.

You and I have had such amazing adventures over the years. And my mind flashes on moments from several. Remember the tub playtime when we were at ****? You were burning candles and soaping me up in the tub. It was so arousing....and as if on cue, Jim starts to get hard here in the present. Your hands felt very nice, your face looked so caring....such a warm, gentle, intimate moment, and just the thought of it is getting me excited.

One of my hands moves down to my cock, and starts to touch it. Very soft touches and strokes for the moment. And I start to think about other times together, like when we were at J’s cabin on Saturday morning. We were playing, laughing and enjoying each other's company. You moved your head down and started kissing Jim. It felt so good, and I would have given anything to have come in your mouth at that moment. But I didn't, and soon I slipped inside of your pussy. Nice gentle strokes, all the time I am touching your back and looking at your ass move back and forth. I can catch just a glimpse of my cock disappearing inside you, and that is so exciting. Then, we found the Astroglide and I slipped him in your ass; and you made me come so hard. I wanted to tell you how wonderful you made me feel, but I absolutely could not talk. All that came out was, "Gee." You laughed, and it kind of made me feel bad at the moment. You are so good at whispering sweet nothings to me, and I wanted to let you know what a wonderful thing you had given me, but I couldn't get more than one syllable out because you had absolutely drained me. But I think you understood later that I really hadn't come back to Earth at that moment.

Remembering this has made Jim stand tall and hard, so my hand starts to
move faster and with more purpose. My other hand moves between my legs, and starts touching the sensitive place just under my balls. Still
remembering...

Two summers ago, when we went to G****'s Cafe and stayed at the little motel next door, I wanted so much to make you feel good. So, I started by touching you all over with a feather. I was hoping you'd find this erotic, but it didn't seem to have that effect. Maybe it did help you relax, or at least let you know you were receiving my attentions. Then, I knelt on the floor and put my head between your legs. Licking you and then placing both hands between your legs to touch and stimulate you, I wanted so much to make you come. And it felt so good to me when you did startcoming, moaning and shaking. I moved up to the bed and held you close until you finished. I might be wrong, but I think that was the best orgasm I have given you. I wanted to give you something special that night.

Back in the tub, my muscles start tensing, and I can tell that I will come
hard if I keep doing this. My right hand is rubbing under my balls, and my
left hand is stroking my cock, paying special attention to a small spot on
the underside of the head of him. This is feeling so good...

Last summer at your house, you got on top of me one morning, and rode me until I came. I remember that it took a long time, and I was concerned that you were getting tired or uncomfortable. But I was so close, and wanted so badly to have you make me come. My hands moved to your sides and helped you with the right motion and speed of your body on me. And it just got better and better until I came hard, filling you up. That morning was very special, and I've never forgotten it. I like it so much when I come with you riding me. It feels so good.

Looking down at my cock, I see the head is getting very red and swollen. That might be from the hot water of the tub, or just from my excitement and building orgasm. But he is rock hard in my fist, and I am getting close to coming. Stroking faster now....focusing on the feeling...

And remembering. My mind flashes on a variety of images, some just snapshots in my mind. How damned hot you looked when you wore that wonderful torsolette. Even though you had a headache, you wanted to please me....very sweet. When you wore the new teddy in April, I could see you in profile, and your breasts were just magnificent....the curve of them, their fullness, your very hard nipples. I can remember you moaning and calling out my name...your soft kisses and warm touch...the words you whisper to me...I remember fucking you when you had the bob in your ass, and looking in your eyes as I came.

And my orgasm starts....beginning under my balls, then in the shaft of my cock, and then up my back...a shiver, then hard contractions as I am coming, and shooting hot sperm all over my wet stomach. Two, three, four fast spurts of come, and then such a wonderful feeling of well being, of relaxation. And a big sigh. Much as I enjoy any orgasm, my hand will never take the place of you with me, making me come.

Ah well, better find the other washcloth and get cleaned up. Fantasy time is over for now, and another day of reality starts any minute. I need to get ready for it.

Toying with my sweetie

Tbear writes:

Our first toy was a lovely blue vibrator. Actually, it was my toy. And I bought it just after E and I had started being more intimate (on-line). Even though this toy fit my pussy quite nicely, I almost always used it on my clit. It was a very flexible vibe and as I'd rev it up throughout my playtime, it buzzed me just right. I had great orgasms with it.

If I remember correctly, the South Dakota adventure was the first time that E and I used toys together. I giggled because being the technophile that he is, he was fascinated by the rheostat: the turny thing that would speed or slow the vibrations depending on which way it was turned. He seemed to think it rather ingenious. Anyway, there we were in our tiny hotel room...and out came the vibe. He used it on me...and in the process, it broke. (I have to tell you, I've been in mourning ever since.) After he broke it, though, I had to giggle. Because again, it is just so "us" to have these things happen in the heat of the moment. I told him, "Oh, we can't have nice things!" He giggled, too. In fact, we have both laughed a lot over that incident and phrase since then. I did buy a similar vibe to replace the broken one but it just isn't the same.

Meanwhile, a couple of years ago, E and I had a "romantic weekend" over the phone. We rarely call one another, but this time, we decided to just call whenever we wanted. It was this weekend that E learned about my other toy. This toy was a lavender jelly toy for my ass. It had 5 different bumps in increasingly larger order. I think poor E nearly had an "oops" moment when he found out. (This was also the weekend of our first successful phone sex encounter. Rowr.) It wasn't too long after that when this toy made an appearance in our bed...and with spectacular results. I do love to make him come hard.

Since then, we've looked at and used a few other toys. You've already heard about the Wand. I gave E a bullet vibe for Christmas a couple of years ago. Recently, I purchased a big new dildo (which starred in "The Ties That Bind") and a string of jelly beads for my ass. We also tried a "sleeve" for his cock, but that didn't seem to work out so well...but then, we've only tried it once so far. Meanwhile, I should mention that I'm the one who gets to haul these things around (along with a significant amount of lingerie) when we have an adventure. The luggage screeners sure do get an eyeful when they x-ray my suitcase.

Toys aren't a part of all our encounters. Sometimes, they require too much work (Where's a $%*! outlet when you need one?)...and you never know where they land while you're basking in afterglow and spooge. But it's fun to look at new playthings together. I do smile when I think about adding something new to our collection. It's time to give those poor stiffs at the airport a new thrill.

Road Trip, Final Day

It’s morning, and we have just enough time for a quick roll in the hay before hitting the road and making connections at the airport.

T and I are having a marvelous time, playing and fucking. I was on top of her, so close, so very close to coming hard. When…

The damned alarm clock goes off.

I thought I could ignore it and finish, but the alarm just got louder and louder. I fucked harder, the alarm got louder…and the alarm won.

On the road, we looked for signs or indications of a good place to have some breakfast. Near the little town of Kimball, we found a gem called Doo-Wah Ditty's Diner.

Doo-Wah Ditty's Diner had great food, huge portions, and probably the funniest menus we’ve ever seen. Examples:

"The best darn food you've ever eaten anywhere or we'll apologize, take your money and try to do better next time!"

"About our menu. You'll notice that unlike other restaurants, we have no pictures of food. That's because we believe our customers can read."

"About our staff. We have 33 waitresses on staff. 27 know what they're doing, 5 are new and one is in a real bad mood. Good luck".

Eat a large breakfast, buy a few postcards and a tank of gas, and we were on our way to the airport. We really hated to see this adventure end, but then we always hate to see our adventures end. We always have such fun together.

Road Trip, Day Four

Leaving the Black Hills area, we started working our way back eastward on I-90 on a sunny August morning. The drive was filled with lots of chatting, laughing and story telling. We stopped at Wall to have lunch and ate at some little diner that smelled of diesel fuel. And that is enough said about that place; we won’t be eating there again.

When we hit the road after lunch, our route took us through the Badlands, which Tbear had never seen before. I was driving so she could do the tourist thing and look around. T had wanted to see the Badlands, but she also had another planned stop in mind as we left the national park.

At the eastern edge of the park was Cactus Flats store and rattlesnake farm. Rather, this was a small convenience store that had several cages of rattlesnakes surrounding the parking lot. And the centerpiece of the place, the one visual focal point that made it fun for the whole family, was a massive concrete prairie dog.



This monumental piece of Americana stood perhaps 15 feet tall and offered the only shade from the hot prairie sun. T thought this was a wonderful time to indulge her ice cream fetish, so we sat under the gaze of this cement rodent as we nibbled on ice cream bars and pondered the adventures of the past few days. Some tourists stopped by to check out the rattlers while we were there; all of the rattlers and most or all of the tourists survived the encounter.

Back on the road, traveling at probably 85 to 90 mph just to keep up with traffic. I was focused on staying alive while T was working her cell phone in an attempt to find a place for us to stay the night. We saw a billboard for the Super 8 in Chamberlain, so she called and booked the Honeymoon Suite. After staying in our cubbyhole of a motel room, this would be the height of luxury for us, or so we thought.

(Note: Tbear had her own sexy little adventure one morning in the small motel room without me. I had left to pick up some things in town, and she….well, I’ll have her write that story at a later date and share it with you.)

We arrived in Chamberlain, found the Super 8, and spent a half hour convincing the pimply faced kid/manager that we did indeed book a room an hour ago on the phone. We finally got the keys, went to our room for a minute and scoped the place out.

One large room, a Jacuzzi in one corner, a slightly stained sofa against the wall, a coffee table with several cloths and a note assuring visitors that Super 8 now offered us NEW cleaning rags for our convenience! See? Who needs Embassy Suites, when we get new cleaning rags from our friends at Super 8!

Sheesh.

Our puberty-challenged hotel manager suggested a local restaurant for dinner, so we went for a short drive. The restaurant was the place where area retirees went for dinner and a rousing game of canasta; we were the youngest customers in the place. And neither one of us will see 30 again. We both ordered dinner, then talked about the fun we’d had on our trip.

As we finished up, T got this wicked gleam in her eyes and said she’d be right back. Returning from the ladies’ room, T walked up to me and slipped something into my shirt pocket. It was her silky black thong panties; her way of both flirting with me and making me blush. The old people stared at us, wondering what those wild young kids were up to. We laughed and made record time getting back to Super 8.

The Jacuzzi. We started filling it with water, and T, the romantic little hussy, brought out a bottle of Mr. Bubble, so we could have a Jacuzzi bubble bath. How much Mr. Bubble should we use? Hmmm. It’s a big tub, better use a half bottle or so. Maybe a little more.

Do you have any idea how many bubbles we ended up with? We were in the tub as the mountain of bubbles grew ever higher. I tried to be cute and funny and started biting at the bubbles, getting a mouthful of soapy water in my mouth in the process.

When the foamy mess started overflowing onto the floor, we were glad we had chosen Super 8. After all, they provided new cleaning rags for us.