Smut With A Smirk

As I pressed her sturdy five foot ten Eastern European frame against the brick wall I made one more play . My hand slowly moved up the back of her skirt hoping for a satisfying grab of her perfectly toned behind while we were making out messily on the back exterior staircase of her apartment building. All Bwanna needed to do was shake her head no. I let her skirt fall and refocused on her sweet thin lips and the slightly glazed blue passion filled eyes peering through slit sparkly eyelids. Her pleasingly pointed nose teased my pug ugly  bulbous Irish schnoz as her tongue played a arpeggio in my mouth. In the distance a car horn was honking. But progress was being made here. Just because Reno and Joy had apparently consummated swiftly in my parked Bonneville while I was working on more retrospect prey than our lovely bundle of Joy had been this, or perhaps any evening, was no need for me to break focus. “I am not like Joy.” Bwanna quietly rasped in her first genera...

So I watched Judy rise out  o f  bed. I can never take my eyes off of her when she is naked. I know she likes that. She has told me she finds it reassuring. I concur. When you stop looking at the person  in   your life when they are naked it is all over. Not finishing. Not coming  i nto  the home  stretch , but  full and well kaput.     Her breasts. Glorious tits might I  add   were  still  full and round  with  ever  prominent erect nipple s . Sensitive occasional orgasm inducing nipples. Well, more than occasional.  She  can squirm and seep from a n  errant  brush of a hand over said  r ack  of desire. A well placed tweak betwixt thumb and  fore finger can elicit a gasp and full body quiver. It may have taken a  life time  of difficult,  petulant , hard   to never   being pleased  women in my life to arrive here .   B ut her...

The r ecall  of  former pasts  only lasts a few minutes. When the slithers first started I would think they  we r e  dreams. Then I would notice  things  changed while I was away  before I no longer noticed .  That was when the  notebo oks  began .   I started leaving paper and pencil by the bed when I was hav ing  sex. It became clear I only slithered away momentarily after I came.  But  while away  time ran for longer durations, depending apparently on frequency and quality  of  sex. Away times   could be  very long indeed .  But my returns to what was presently passing for now took  turns  of   unsettling nature. That is  until the  rubber band  of time caught up and the slithers became memories that had always been there.  T ime  critical  recollection  was key.   I would return  sometimes to  Jud y's ...