The first time I had “real sex” I was 16… that means the whole routine of asking a girl to go out with me , the anxiety, the kissing and all that , then the part where we stop playing around…., and she takes off her clothes…, and I take off mine.

Then it is over , then we start learning to make it fun, and coo,l and be careful with this powerful adult thing.

But there was one time when I was ten…, I screwed a stewardess on a jet. That does not count…, in the…, keeping track, and counting points world, it just felt good to fuck, and come. For her, and for me.

The idea that a twenty five year old stewardess would actually take off her panties and tell me to suck her tits, and put my little small penis in her wet willing vagina is beyond anything I can relate to…., after pretty much pretending that stuff never happens , for the last thirty years.

The idea that it didn’t count, so I never told anybody, is about this rule where the girl needs to be younger than me, and probably smaller than me, and then we gotta date and screw around kissing and all that shit, and then she gets to decide everything about how to run my life, and I don’t get to decide anything after that. Then, the sex “counts”.

There is this idea where I didn’t know what I was doing…., when I was ten, or eleven, or twelve, that is totally correct, but the ladies and girls damn well…., knew what they were doing.

I always like that world…., where it doesn’t count and there are no points, it just feels totally good and correct so we are doing it.

There was a nice boy about twelve, who loved screwing his step mom, the they all broke up, and over the years the boy would still come around and fuck her again.

Nice boy who had some excellent pussy from a woman who knew how to fuck.

One day I was fucking her, and she told me about this guy…..so I told her, go ahead, screw this young guy, if it is your normal routine…..,

One day she came home, I was seriously horny, and I pulled her panties off and started to go down on her. Sex was cool…., but she didn’t want me to lick her, she tried to stop me , I got my face between her legs, and there was a mans……, fresh come draining out of her pussy.

I laughed…. “so it looks like somebody was just here…. wanna tell me who?”

She moaned a little with guilt and shame and all, “I said I can forgive you but I would like to know….,” She mentioned his name, and I instantly started licking his come out of her pussy.

This totally turned her on, her clit got like a rock and I started really going for it licking and finger fucking her, feeling how stretched out she was, knowing how this young kid turned her on so much from the time he was young.

I positioned my cock to slide in…..I kissed her, letting her taste his come in my mouth…..

I told her, good girl , when I was 12, 13, and 14…., I wish I had a woman with your courage…., to keep me fucking…, instead of making a fool of myself….

I shoved my cock into her stretched out hole…., that had seen a lot of fucking already that afternoon…., and made love to her like she was the most awesome lover…..

I was surrounded by his come and her pussy, I was making love to them both, I was making love the the awesome loving and fucking relationship they had developed for years…..

That was pretty weird…., and as much as it was totally weird and sexy, I was sort of hoping…., I would not need to do anything like that too often, or ever.

There were so many nice lovers…. who would be “screwing around” here and there with other people, and I didn’t care so much, as long as they didn’t cut me off the sex.

Then they would get pissed , when I would only have one single sex partner at a time…..

Seriously, when I would have one single girl, who would have steady sex, that is all I would have.

They hated it, they hated, and hated, and hated it.

They would try to get me in bed with their sisters, and cousins, and brothers, and friends, and their kids and step – kids…. and I would stick to one single girl, and they would start telling me, I was mentally ill, and abusive.

Extraordinary…, how women, become psychoanalysts, when you catch them screwing around.

I didn’t “catch them” screwing around… I simply kept working…, and stopped wasting my time chasing women…, after I would find a good one.

A stewardess might get away with fucking a ten year old on a jet, but it might be a little more dangerous for me to get caught with a thirteen year old licking her tits and making her grunt and sweat and hearing her say, fuck me fuck me put it in my ass , please …

Most of those fantasies wore off, when I was about 35 years old.

When I was 15, I could nail a thirteen year old at the dinner table, with her parents there, and she and her parents would love it, she would glow for a week. But that, didn’t count.

That was “just kids screwing around”.

I think what I masturbate and think about most…., is all the sisters, cousins, brothers, kids, and step – kids they told me to have sex with, and I never did.

Shit I never had sex, hardly ever, it was way too dangerous, it was like everybody was trying to get me busted for doing some weird shit.

So I masturbate….., and some asshole out there will probably want to try to get me shut down for either doing that or writing about it.

When the blog stats plummet, I can’t write.

So if you like the stories, or whatever, just open this page every day, or open the blog feed and the stats will go up, and then I will have some self esteem and validation and approval and I can write again.

I have too many years of dodging getting busted….

Seriously ladies, sometimes you gotta work a guy a little…., before he will trust you and get it up, and then write and then you can get off on the writing.

Negative attitudes will not sell, so give me something to be positive about and I will forgive you for fucking that hard up little college boy and screw your brains out like a man screws a woman….

Fuck him good, and fuck him hard, and fuck him till he comes. Then I will suck his come out of you, and fuck you like a beast.

(why do you think they teach girls how to read and write?)

Gourmet Love Darlin….

Fresh moose meat, salmon, halibut, caribou, home grown vegetables……

The fire crackles…. and the stories get as huge as the mountains and as eerie as the northern lights swirling overhead…..

It would take a year of preparation for the hunters , geologists , biologists and various specialist, to get ready for their trips to Alaska, every ounce and pound of their gear was ready and measured, in advance, they would condition themselves for weeks before the trip, walking seven to ten miles a day, and climbing endless flights of stairs.

My Dad was the pilot and he had a rule that any customer needed to be able to walk thirty miles in the Alaskan backwoods, alone, and, swim rivers, in case the airplane broke down.

These are not your average rednecks, these guys were the professors and doctors, bankers, safari, and trophy hunters…. they had worked their asses off, to get so they could afford to get things, like trips to Alaska.

They also would bring….., their favorite spices, and special fry pans, and wooden spoons , secret spices and sauces…. they were into the food thing, My dad was also a camp cook, and he loved a feast around a campfire. If they couldn’t hunt, he could, and he had ways… lots of friends… tappers and Indians, and weird old hippie ladies, and, of course, the occasional total psychotic freaky woodsman… but they all…. had something, like honey, or jam, or sourdough bread….

At that point…, there…. I must leave the Alaskan stuff back…., behind, in the past… and bring the exotic gourmet food idea…., into the “sheet – rock and beige carpet” apartment world, I was forced to take, as a substitute for reality, after, I was 18.

Endless Sheetrock walls and Beige Carpet. There is enough beige carpet in those fucking apartments out there, to cover Alaska four feet deep in beige carpet.

Then, I know food a little, I have been around a lot of guys who really make an effort to make something special. Considering what they were paying my dad, to get out in the backwoods, they damn well wanted to say they remembered eating, really, well…

So then, couple years later… I am young…,working, and looking for a girl who wants to enjoy the woods with me, I am hooked up with this total doll…. and I just can’t get enough of her. Somebody…, had told her, that she couldn’t cook.

Finally we are sitting there one day, and I had been hovering a little around her when she was making dinner. I sort of distracted her a little I guess, and then we sat down to eat and she really, was not hungry, and she was not eating…

After a while I almost couldn’t hold back the smile any more….

The food was so incredibly good, every single mouthful was worth taking my time with…. the flavors would explode in my mouth, and before the food hit my stomach my body was thanking me for sending it something very healthy and good for it….

The girl sat there sort of sad, talking about the “Red – White – Blue – and Beige” country we lived in, and I just slowly, politely cleaned my plate, and went back for seconds and never let her stop talking….

Finally I am finished, and just looking at her with that unstoppable smile on my face.

Those awesome flavors…., still lingering in my mouth, my body feeling so fed, and comfortable….

I stood up , got her standing, and got my fingers in her belt loops, we were young…, she didn’t need to know why I was so turned on, but within about four minutes, she is hands up against the fridge with her sweet little bare ass pointing politely at my cock and loving whatever I might think of doing in that position…..

So when we are done, like lovers do…. I am behind her, holding her..cuddling a little … I tell her, “dinner was good..” She gets tense…. she says….. ‘oh yeah… did you like it?”

“Yeah I liked it…”She gets mellow, leaning against me, calm and quiet….

So I didn’t mess with it, a couple days later she remembered the conversation and the sex but not, how she had cooked the dinner.

Then later, I learned she would do that all the time, the woman simply did not know…., that she was an awesome cook.

The cool thing is , she is still out there…, she is around 40, I am 40 something….., and she claims she is single…..

Sex is good, but this girl could make a hard boiled egg taste good.

I don’t care if its…., Boreal Alaskan Forest….or Beige Carpet….

Romance is romance baby….
A little Cajun, a little garlic, a little chili pepper,

a little bar – b – que,

a little me and you….

A good girl

Oh god I loved seeing her sweet little snatch  come out of under that skirt,  she decided, that she had been a ‘very morally correct girl’…, for about as long as she felt like doing all that.

She had been, a very, good girl…, for a very long time,  and then, she slammed me in the bedroom of the hotel suite, and said something weird like ” you might not even get a hard – on, or get off on this, but I, am going to going to get off…. and you, will damn well stay here and be cool and try to enjoy it.”

I have told stories about this girl, and girls with her style, before, I was trying to be the ‘nice moral boyfriend type’ and somehow it just does not…., always, get the job done. .

This one, gets my pants down, and jerks me violently, and tells me , “finger fuck me…”

Fuck it I’m hard but I want to play mister safe.. she says, “damn it worked…” she knew I never get it up, fast or easy…her pussy is barely getting started getting moist, and I want to go easy…

She says “damn I hate screwing with my clothes on…. and she lays me back on the bed, and starts crawling on top of me….

I want to check the windows and doors and all that, and she puts her hand on my chest and tells me “stop, stop that…”

She grabs my dick…, and says “fucking hold on….” she crams her pussy down on me and it is totally not ready, and it is so tight, ungh……  and she pushes down on me..,, cramming it inch, by, inch, deep…, into the pussy I knew, wanted me to screw her two weeks ago…. I felt every millimeter of that horny vagina…  pile – driving down on me…… my cock is swelled and I,  am pinned down…. she holds…., “humnnnnnnn……..

She gets a little more gentle, and tells me…,” can you handle, a little lovin, today?”

She murmmurs…, moans…. holding my shoulders, looking over my head…..  “just be, in me…. be me, let me be part of you, for this…..” She is my lover, suddenly , I’m so deep inside, her tits against me, her hips rocking a little, we will start sweating, with our clothes on soon, but she needs this moment.

My hands run from her shoulders downto under her skirt to feel her nice ass then up to the small of her back and she starts liking my hands there, so I hold them there, she lays me back, and this is not about me , this is all about her, she is riding it, her way, just for her, she grabs me and pulls me up a ways , rolling back, and then pushes me away, back  down, her hands rub my chest under my shirt and she rides… she  closes her eyes….. and somewhere, inside this fine woman, deep inside, something relaxes and cuts loose, she has it all to herself and she is taking it all, there is a moan, yelp, scream, and I feel like five women are screwing me at the same time for a second, as her body tenses and her pussy changes shape fluttering, and gripping me, her sweet juices gently flowing down to my balls and my ass where they have belonged for so long.

She takes her time… quietly enjoying the release.., I was not so worried about me, or anything, just happy to know this lady felt so correct. She sort of”wakes up, and looks at me and sort of smiles, and hugs me……..

She says, “you, are a very good boy today… you are very hard, and I, am very wet,  what exactly can a very happy person who feels wonderful do for you, today…?

Seriously? I liked seeing her happy. Like she was… , I could just look at her forever and it would almost, be everything, I could ever ask for….

We decided, to try to get her sweater and skirt off without moving, we did, and then my shirt and then, I got my turn…

For about the next half hour I could do no wrong, every move I could think of makng was matched exactly, and kept pace with perfectly…..

When I put every drop of my come, deep in her,  it was not, just me…., I was looking at her eyes,she was smiling, sort of…. loving me, and us, and it was ours, and I kept coming, and coming, and coming until we, were done….

Oh yes, she was a very, good, girl.