Kiss me quick..........

I sat at the computer for hours, but still no luck. It was already Sunday, and shortly my friend would be returning home from his vacation, and my oppurtunity for some sexual fun would be over.

I was house-sitting for my friend, and upon agreement, I was allowed to have visitors. Unfortunately, trying to get people to come over, proved more then difficult. If I lived in the city, I wouldn't have this problem.(yeah right)

So, giving up all hope, I stepped away from the computer, when I heard the Yahoo messenger window pop up. I turned around, and for once, it was not a bot. Talking with the guy, we arranged for him to come over in an hour, still plenty of time before my friend came home, for some fun.
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An hour later there was a knock at the door. I opened it and let the gentleman in. We sat on the couch, saying a couple words, then he leaned over and kissed me. I responded to that kiss, letting the tiger within me take control. I reached around to the back of his neck and pulled him in tighter, locking our lips in what could be a gladlock tupperware seal. I explored his mouth with my tongue, occasionally massaging his with mine as I slowly devoured his passion that came emanating from his mouth.

He pushed back for a second, letting a small pop escape from our lips, before he said, "lets go to the bedroom." We immediately headed for the bedroom.

I stood back as he undressed, enjoying the view of his body. As soon as he was naked, still clothed, I closed the distance between us. I ran my hands up and down his chest, playing with his nipples. He reached out and took off my shirt and dropped it to the floor. I slid my hands down to his crotch massaging it a little.

Growing anxious, I slid my hand to the back of his neck, leaned up and kissed him again. Deep, passionate, our tongues battling for that upperhand, as if they were in combat with each other. Lips slowly working open and closed, our mouths trying to swallow each other's faces like some cannibal's last meal.

I kept my hands locked behind his neck as I used my tongue to probe deeper in his mouth. Finally deciding that I needed to taste other parts of his body, I stopped kissing him and pulled him to the bed.

I began running my hands over his body, and found that he had grown limp. He pulled away and quickly said, "Thanks!" I didn't understand. Moments before he was hard and rigid and now there was nothing. What had changed in so little time?

He began getting dressed and I decided to follow. I put on my shirt that was laying on the floor and escorted the gentleman to the door. With one parting kiss, he left and sped off.

I closed the door and contemplated what had happened. That's when I felt something sticky on my shirt. I had just gotten some food before the gentleman arrived, so I thought it was perhaps gravy from my KFC mashed potatoes, or Hot Sauce from my tacos.

Looking down at the big stain on the front of my shirt, I realized something. The stain was on the inside of the shirt. It was pressed between the fibers of the shirt and the hair of my chest. Taking off my shirt, I realized what had happened. The gentleman had cum while I kissed him, on my shirt which was laying on the floor.

Catching on......

Over the years, I’ve heard some interesting catch phrases. Here’s some of them:

“Mama needs her kitty punched!”-when referencing your need to have sex after a VERY long time

“Fast-action Freddy.”-a person quick to get undressed, and do the deed

“Sop that man up with a biscuit.”-when you see aguy who looks really good, good enough to eat

Nightmares

Last night I had a nightmare that was way too vivid.......

Let me begin at the beginning. I was at a bowling alley bowling when I ran into Mark (see previous posts). Mark was buying the bowling alley and fixing it up to run it. The bowling alley was also located in a hotel which Mark now owned.

Now while I was walking around the bowling alley, amazed that Mark had come back to MD, I noticed his ex-fiancee Samantha sitting in a corner waiting for him. I immediately called my friend Keira and reported what was going on.

The next scene, don't ask me how we got there cause I don't know, Samantha and I we're in a new kind of cafe/art gallery. Apparently, Mark had bought it, and Me and Samantha had fixed it up creatively for him, adding new bright colors, bold paintings and couches for people to sit and relax. We were showing a gentleman around, explainging how we had reacreated this place and how busy it was because of it. The guy agreed that we had done a great job, causing Mark to get mad cause it was our idea and not specifically his.

After another flash, I find myself in bed with Mark and Samantha. Mark is lying in the middle of us, Samantha on the side closest to the door, me on the side closest to the window. We were talking about the hotel and the bowling alley, when Mark starts sliding closer to me. I don't know if he's trying to push me out of the bed or what. I just remember the feel of his smooth tan back against me. Warm and comforting. Next thing I know, I am blowing him there in bed.

Somehow, I blacked out. I'm at the next scene which is a gymnasium that looks to be placed in my old highschool where the band room used to be. Me and this other guy are playing basketball against three girls. They are totally kicking our ass. A whistle blows, and everyone runs outside, everyone that is except me and this small boy, Nick. Everyone else in school is rich, except Nick, he is a very poor boy. He's at the gym door calling for his dog Chancey, when this vehicle pulls up. I call it a vehicle, cause it was this quiet kind of car/rocketship/truck. Out gets this pale faced man who pulls a car off of the back of his vehicle. While I am out trying to get Chancey to come, the gentleman comes inside and finds Nick hiding under the bleachers and forces him into the car.

I come back into the gym just as he is being forced into the car and I try to approach it. Before I could even get close to the vehicle, I noticed that there is a rod with a crystal attached to the top on all sides of the vehicle. I scoop up some dirt with my hand and throw it towards the crystal. Every speck of sand is immediately disintegrated. I stand back, and the man takes off with Nick.

The whole time I'm thinking, "The man took the wrong kid, Nick is poor, if he wanted money he grabbed the wrong kid." Apparently money wasn't what this man was after.

I find myself driving down one of the back roads in my small town when my cell phone rings. It's Nickl. He's scared, he's trapped and he needs my help. Over the phone I suddenly get a flash of a map, and a piece of paper written in a strange code. The code involves dashes both horizontal and vertical in a sequence of three. It's Nick's handwriting. Somehow, this is what the man was after.

I keep talking to Nick. That's when he starts talking about me and Mark. He informs me about what happened when I blacked out. While I was going down on Mark, apparently my grandmother entered the room and caught us. Shocked to see her grandson do such a thing, and because of her elderly state, she went crazy. Mark called the Emergency Medical Services and they took her away so she wouldn't hurt herself. When she was released, she told everyone in my family what drove her crazy.

After Nick informed me of what happened, he began to pry into my life and my relationship with my parents. I tell him some of the most intimate details of my life when a thought appears in my mind: "How is Nick calling me without the guy knowing and why isn't he calling 911?" That's when I get a picture of the guy on Nick's cell phone using Nick's voice. Nick was dead because he wouldn't translate the code.

I'm still driving and I come to a bridge, where a black wolf crosses the road. I stare at it and drive on asking the guy if wild wolves still exist in MD. He tells me no and I realize that I'm driving to the bowling alley and hotel that Mark owns.

I tell the stranger that the police are going to find him when they trace this call. Thats when he informs me that he is already using GPS to track my location. I immediately stop, not wanting him to find out where I was heading, when he tells me, "Thanks for showing me the way to the bowling alley" and hangs up.

That's when I woke up..............................

The Perfect Airport Pickup...Pt. 1

Last month, a friend of mine asked me if I could pick him up at the airport in June. I agreed. So Wednesday, I scheduled to leave work early to pick Henry up from the airport. I wanted it to be a “perfect airport pickup”

That’s when I started thinking about that Seinfeld episode, “The Airport.”

Driving across the Bay Bridge, I was worried that I would be late, since I had gotten side tracked by so many things. I finally pulled up to BWI around 6:50 pm. Henry’s plane was scheduled to arrive at 7:08pm, so I was relieved to be early.

I rode the elevator up to the skywalk and crossed into the terminal. I looked around for the Conair terminal, which is what Henry told me. Not finding anything on Conair, I checked the arrival board and found his flight……Delta…….Boston to BWI arriving at 7:08pm. Then I noticed the worst words that I could possibly have seen next to the flight: CANCELLED!

I approached the Delta Airlines ticket counter and inquired about my friend Henry, and how he would be getting to BWI. They informed me that they had rebooked him on another flight going to Cincinnati, where he would board a connecting flight to BWI. The second flight was scheduled to land at 10:23pm.

Looking at the terminal, the counterwoman made a face. I asked her what was wrong and she informed me, that the first flight from Boston had been delayed. With that delay, they were not sure if Henry would make his connecting flight.

To be continued……………………………..

Memorial Day Weekend

Memorial Day weekend, I had tickets to the HFStival which is a concert put on by a local radio station. This year it was held at Merriweather Post Pavilion. Now, this was my first concert, so I wanted to get there nice and early. Unfortunately, my friend Kiera and I got there at 11am and the two main performers.
Even that early, there was still a big crowd there. This being my first concert, I was excited and I was glad to share it with Kiera. Even though we forgot most of our supplies, and Kiera was irritated that she could not retrieve her backpack/purse.

One of the performers there this years was Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. She played alot of her old stuff, which still whippped the crowd into a frenzy, but she also played some new stuff. Well it was new to me and still she rocked the house. Unfortunately, these were the closest shots I could get of her, but she looks better then ever with the ripped bod and the short dark hair.

While looking at the program, me and Kiera recognized a name from our own small town....Niki Barr. She was playing on the local stage and we definitely had to stop by and see her. My friend Kiera went and got her autograph, since she basically had every cd that Niki had made and had her autograph on every one of them. It's weird seeing someone who you knew from your highschool and town grow up and make a name for themselves. Between Joan and Niki, the tickets were definitely worth the price