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The Underage DrinkerWARNING! THIS BLOG IS FOR OVER 18 ONLY Dancing is her passion. So he simply said "I'd like to come see you dance someday!"
The best things in life seem to happen when you haven't planned it. And that's what happened a couple days ago. Rick finished up his work day at 4:00 p.m. Two times a week he likes to stop for a couple of drinks at a restaurant in town that has a great bar. As he came in, he noticed two groups of two sitting at opposite ends of the bar, so he just grabbed a seat in-between. With no one special to talk to, there was a TV there to watch and it was tuned into ESPN. Laura, a relatively new bartender there, remembered Rick from last week's visit and served him a whiskey on the rocks. She then went and continued her work of cutting up two lemons for her upcoming night shift.
Minutes later she came back to check on Rick. He ordered another. She started up the conversation that soon developed with "How was your day?". As the talking developed into different topics, Rick felt this was very nice of her to be attentive and to stay and talk. He was about 30 years older than she was, and actually knew her age. Twenty. Not old enough to drink alcohol in this state, yet old enough to serve it. He learned that tidbit of information the week before when he listened in to her conversation by a couple of guys apparently hitting on her on her first week on the job. They asked Laura her age. That info became filed in a brain cell of Rick's.
He couldn't blame the guys from last week from trying to get as much information about "the newbie" as they could. She was very, very pretty. Dirty blond hair that didn't fall below her neck. It was a very cute cut. The work outfit there is all black, with the shirt being a polo with the restaurant logo on the breast. Hers fit perfectly he thought yesterday, as he was looking mostly at her beautiful green eyes as she talked about her final exams last week and what a relief it was to have her college year over. She said she was excited as her love is aerobic dancing and she can now take three dance classes a week instead of two. Next, she asked him if he lived in town, and Rick said he was in the next town over. He returned the question to learn she had an apartment 10 minutes away. She lives alone, he thought. His mind was beginning to wander. Laura pardoned herself as she left to refill drinks of the other patrons.
When she came back, she wore a smile again and stopped to face Rick and chat some more. He said to this young thing that was capturing his imagination "I'd love to come watch you dance someday". Who would have guessed that there was no better pick up line than that one. Her face lit up like holiday fireworks. "You would?" she said excitedly. "No one has ever said that to me before! Wanna come see me tomorrow at 2 p.m. at my dance school?"
Though wearing a workout outfit, watching her that next day was music to his eyes. She was in perfect shape, a far cry from his chubby appearance. Oh well, he thought, it is at least nice to look at her curvaceous form. He stayed until the end of class and she came over to thank him for coming. "This was just great to come see you dance", he said. "Wanna stop before you go home and I'll buy you a drink?", he added. "I'm only 20!" she said. "I can't drink at a bar!", she laughed. "But I have some whiskey and gin at home. Come on over and we can have a drink there!".
With drinks in hand, Laura said to him "This is kind of funny having you at my place. You are older than my father." Rick thought of something kinda cute to say and came up with "Oh, big deal. All men feel the same way when they are behind you". She tingled at the doggy-style visual and came over to sit beside him. He leaned over to kiss her. She put both hands on his face and pulled him to her. Their tongues danced inside the other's mouth. It was wet. It was luscious. He pulled up on her cami to feel the visual sensation of her rounded breasts. They were perfect mounds. He moved his mouth down to take a nipple in-between his lips and flip his tongue on and around it. With his other hand he gently twisted the nipple of her other boob with his fingers. She squirmed with delight. Laura reached over his pants to feel the size of his giant erection. She rubbed it from top to bottom and then rushed to undo his belt so she could feel the hardness in her hands. She gazed down at his manhood while she massaged it up and down with two hands. Feeling him leak his wetness, she rubbed it all over and went down to taste it. She was in ecstasy as she gobbled him up and massaged his jewels with her fingers.
Five wonderful mouthful minutes followed before he signaled he wanted to taste her wetness that was in his fingers all this time. He had felt all the folds with his fingers and thumb and now wanted to have his tongue dance inside her. He twirled the tip of his tongue as he drove it up and down her slit. He pushed her thighs up into the air so he could lick her other entrance and give her a quick and unexpected sensual thrill. Ready to mount her, he flipped her over on the couch and pushed in with a gush. Sweet surrender; what an aerobic workout this day turned out to be. Thank goodness the legal age of drinking is 21, he thought.
To be continued ... Cowgirl on the High SeasWARNING! THIS BLOG IS FOR OVER 18 ONLY Why do some of the most heart-throbbing times in life happen when you least expect it?
The blue waters of the Caribbean are quite beautiful. The two of us planned a holiday cruise to enjoy both the high seas and a few island stops. Not being a morning person, she enjoyed sleeping late in the morning. On the other hand, I liked to rise early and get some morning exercise. Once I woke, I put on a Tee, shorts and sneaks and go for a brisk walk in the early sun. The Promenade Deck is where I liked to speed walk atop the wooden planks around the ship. After some stretches against the railing, and gazing out over the distant sea, I set out in a quick pace for my routine of circling the ship four times for my workout. Though kind of early in the day, the sun was high in the sky already and the lounge chairs on the deck were filled with sun bathers and others just lounging and watching the many of us walking or running.
People watching is fun. Though not purposely looking at everyone as I passed by, one person caught my eye as I rounded the stern of the ship and hit the eastern side. Her legs caught my eyes first. One was stretched flat on the blue and white striped lounge chair, and the other was slightly bent at the knee. I guess it was the relaxed pose that made me do a double-take as I walked by. Oh, I noticed more than just her legs. Her bikini was stripped too and it was cute, but it was something else that seemed so sexy to me. I guess I'm a sucker for bedroom eyes... and bedroom skin. All white. Apparently her first day of vacation sun. That simple beauty caught my imagination.
I have no idea why I thought about her after spotting her on that first turn. Everyone else along that deck became a blur. What a cutie, I kept thinking. As I was almost finishing the first lap and coming around to where she was sitting, my heart began to flutter with the anticipation of eyeing her again. But this time, she was on her feet. And with someone. Walking away with him with a bottle of lotion in her hand. Oh, she's married, I thought. Now that was silly for me to say to myself. I am too.
After dinner that night, my wife and I joined three other couples for drinks in a cozy nightclub. It was fun. The girls enjoyed dancing with each other and leaving the boys to trade their men stories. When my wife came up to me to say she was going back to her room and she'd see me later, I wasn't surprised. She was often the first to leave a party, and never seemed to mind my sticking around if I was having a nice time.
I began to people watch. I looked out at the dance floor. But it wasn't someone dancing that I noticed first, it was someone at a table on the other side of the dance floor. The fantasy girl from the morning was kissing that guy good night as he stood up to leave. I laughed to myself as I thought that our spouses made the perfect pair. Party poopers.
I guess it was the drinks in me that caused me not to have any guilt of what I did next. I went over and asked her to dance. She looked up at me, paused, and said "Thank you, but I'm married". I smiled and said "What a nice coincidence; so am I". With that she looked me in the eye a moment, stood up, grabbed my hand, and led the way for us to the dance floor.
We didn't talk much those first couple of dances. At least, not from our mouthes. Our eyes said it all. We looked into each other's eyes with every dancing step and that seemed to say it all. We liked what we saw.
Last Call for Alcohol was announced and the lights of the nightclub came on soon. We thanked each other for the companionship and I asked her if I could walk her to her cabin. "Let's just go for a walk" she said. We headed up to the Promenade Deck. The air was cool and the moonlight glimmering on the ocean was enchanting. No one was around. Nearly everyone on the ship was perhaps asleep.
I felt her hand touch mine as we walked. Two people not knowing one another, but feeling intimate. We stopped, turned, put our arms around one another, and kissed. And what a kiss it was. Gorgeous. Instantly I felt a tingle in my pants and it didn't take long for that little baby to grow full-steam-ahead. She sensed it too, as her hand reached down to feel the outside of me. "Oh wow, you're so hard" she announced. "Let's find a spot to lie down" I said.
Circling back in the direction of the nightclub, we passed it and looked in the glass door to see darkness inside. I have no idea what caused me to try the door handle, but it opened. Made sense, I guess, to be unlocked. We are all on a ship with no where to run. We hurried in. We had a mission. And we knew we didn't have much time. We tucked ourselves around a corner away from the door. There was no seduction of undressing each other. We just stripped. Our bodies collided and we made out like like there was no tomorrow. My hands felt all of that soft skin I could no longer see with my eyes now closed, but that I envisioned still from the morning before. She fell to her knees to take me into her mouth. OMG, it was beautiful. The wetness of her on me felt better than great. The gentle sway of the ship added to the adventure.
"I want you inside me", were the only words she said moments later. Every other sound we made were wonderful moans and groans. I laid down on my back on the floor and motioned her on top of me. She faced away from me as she squatted down, and with one hand, guided me inside. Gad, this was great. Her back was to me and just her toes and the front part of her feet touched the floor. I saw her heels facing me and I put my hands around her dainty ankles to hold on to her for a real nice feel. She had one hand touching my thigh to give her balance as she rhythmically rode me up and down. Wow, reverse cowgirl positions are so damn erotic. We were both on course and it was full speed ahead.
To be continued ...
The Cotton Floral CouchWARNING! THIS BLOG IS FOR OVER 18 ONLY I remember walking into her apartment for the first time. Looking around I noticed how everything was colored in pastels. The windows were so frilly. A candle was burning on a cocktail table made of glass. It was a far cry from the darker colors of my bachelor pad. Tricia was barefoot. She was relaxed. I thought we were going out for our second date, but she didn't seem to be in any rush. "How do you like it?" she asked, as she looked around her apartment to follow my eyes checking out her place. I didn't have time to answer before the next question came my way. "White wine?", she asked. "Would love some" I said. She disappeared for less than one minute, then came back holding two glasses. She offered me one and motioned to sit down on her couch.
The couch was so cozy, and so colorful. It was a cotton yellow floral print. What a great place to sit with a cup of coffee and a good book, I thought. The seat cushions were so large and welcoming. She sat facing me. On top of her feet. Tricia lifted her glass toward me to toast. How relaxing that first sip. Since she was facing me, it seemed the natural thing to do to do the same. I kicked off my shoes and sat facing her with my legs folded. As we faced each other, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked. I leaned over and kissed her quietly on her lips. It was a You Are So Wonderful simple kiss. She loved it, I guess, saying "OMG, thank you for that. You make me feel so nice, you know". What happened next was so welcoming. She leaned into me and began to unbutton my shirt. I didn't do a thing. I just enjoyed being stripped. My pants were next. I thought it funny that my socks were last. Yet here I am. Nude. And she is dressed. Of course it was only one piece she was wearing. A simple dress. I reached over to pull it down. Little did I know that it was easier for her to pull it up and over her head. So here we are. Naked. Facing one another. Sipping wine glasses. Having a large candle by our side flickering its light around us. One would have thought a couch was to lay down on just then. But it was so nice to be sitting there facing one another. She reached to massage me. Her tender little hands felt good on my hardness. I reached down to feel her beauty. My fingers were delighted to feel her wetness. Hell, that doesn't make sense. Fingers can't think. I was the one delighted. Tricia's little patch of hair was so soft. What a wonderful feeling to have our hands caressing each other. Closing our eyes and kissing each other as we faced each other only magnified the sensation of being adored in such a different way. "Does this feel nice, I ask?". "It's wonderful. I absolutely love it!" she whispers as she closes her eyes, wandering off into La-La land. It felt perfectly natural to massage one another and not want to lay down. How often do you get to be in a special position like this, I thought to myself. Tricia cupped my jewels with one hand and wrapped her other on my shaft and lovingly stroked me up and down. I played with all the folds I could find inside her. We kissed and sighed. She made little sounds as I explored her wetness delights with my fingers. What great little sounds she made. They were ooohing and aaahing sounds. She pressed her fingers over my tip to rub the droplets that appeared over my shaft. This was pure ecstasy. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning. I closed mine and think of our surroundings. I like frilly, I laughingly say to myself. Excitement rises as I realize she is almost ready to scream. 'OMG, this is so exciting', I think again. I leak all over myself with more delightful pre-oozing stuff in the excitement of it all. When a calming moment arrived, I whispered out "I'm glad this feels so nice". How romantically more simple can a time like this be? What a comfy couch. Making love with just each other's hands can be so tremendously special. I felt my time approaching. Soon I'd be shouting out in utter delight. To be continued ...
Dressing Up in Womens... Minds?WARNING! THIS BLOG IS FOR OVER 18 ONLY I had been looking forward to this day for a month now! And here's what happened... as it happened!
I still can't believe I did it. OMG. I had lunch with him! I actually met him! I must be crazy. We have been intimate internet friends for three months. Yes, g/f, I said intimate! All I wanted it to be was make believe. Why did I say I'd meet him for lunch? The friendship was fun the first few weeks. Then we moved it to Cyber (which I just loved!). And when I suggested we try Phone I didn't know what he would think. And what was I thinking? LOL.
I remember the first day he entered our chat room. He was a quiet one. All he said was "Hi Everyone". But he stayed for nearly an hour. Watching our chat, I guess. So as to not perhaps lose him to one of the other women, I IM'd him. I actually approached him; he didn't approach me. I would never do that in real life! I always waited for the man to approach me. Oh God, what was I thinking that day? I can't even blame it on being blond. Cause you know I'm not!
Once we began talking, it was so interesting. We talked about everyday stuff. And we talked everyday! As soon as I got the kids off to school, I'd log on to see if he was there. And he was! Waiting for me. What a sweetie.
One day I was in the mood. Hell, I'm always in the mood. I guess I mean that one day I wanted more. I wanted to get off in a romantic kind of way. I asked him to Cyber. I laughed when he said "What's that?". I have a Babe in the Woods, me thought... LOL.
That first week wasn't what I had planned. I had to do all the talking. Er, make that "typing". LOL. I know that first day seemed funny to him. But eventually he got the "hang of it". Ha. Those are the wrong words, I know. He wasn't hanging.. it was straight up in the air, I'm sure!
Each and every day was a thrill. It got so that we didn't even have to type much before we both got off. All he had to say when we were ready to start was that he had "the talc" and "the tissues" by his side and I immediately got wet with anticipation.
And just a month ago I said "Let's try Phone". Can you believe it? And we did! I love planning surprises. Oh my, his voice! Just listening to him was so awesome :-) Oh, did I tell you? Once we started daily Phone, the Cyber stopped. HaHaHa. We were on to bigger and better things ;-) Have you tried it? It takes a few minutes practice, ya know... cradling the phone with your shoulder while guiding BoB in just the right spots!
We talked before and after. That was part of the excitement. It wasn't just sex. We were so real to each other over that phone line. And, before you tell me I'm nuts, I have to tell you it wasn't me. He is the one who suggested lunch, not me. But of course I said "Yes"!
We met in Boston. It was a bit of a drive, but the city is great. We met at Faneuil Hall Market Place a couple hours before lunchtime. Maybe he was thinking it was going to be more than just lunch, but not me. Cyber and Phone is fantasy land. This was going to be just a lunch of friends. OMG, but was it?
I saw him first. He was getting on the escalator down below and I watched him. He looked so cute! Handsome, really. But he didn't have the tan I imagined from the picture I saw of him on-line.
I met him at the top. We both were smiling. I was nervous though! I hoped he wouldn't be disappointed when he saw me. He broke the ice by saying what he says on the Phone all the time: "Hi Baby". I love the way he says that! We hugged hello. All my nervousness disappeared. Then we began to walk. We decided we would browse the shops of the market place and then decide on a place to eat. He won my heart almost right away. Every time we walked out of a shop, he would reach for my hand to hold it while we walked. When we entered a new one, he let go as we strolled down the aisles. Then, he'd reach for my hand again once we were out of the store. I loved it!
Lunch was great. It was this interesting place that you sit down at long tables with other people there as well. We sat next to each other. I had had a great time and was kind of sorry it was going to end soon. Yet before we finished our meals, he reached below and held my hand again under the table. I got that hot, melting feeling again :-) You are going to die when I tell you what happened next. I felt him over his pants! I just had to, ya know what I mean? OMG, I felt like I was in heaven. He then whispered in my ear. Off we went.
His car was the closest. I couldn't wait to get there. Once we did though, we hopped in the back. I think I found out right then and there that good kissing is more erotic than oral sex. My toes were wiggling, I was so excited. He held me so strongly, yet so tenderly. His arms and hands know just how a woman wants to be touched and felt. I loved darting my tongue inside his mouth and playing with his as we both sighed with excitement. His hands tugged up on my tunic tank top and I melted once again at feeling his hands glide along my back. I saw puffs of hair coming out the unbuttoned top of his golf shirt and just had to get my fingers underneath to feel his chest. Damn, this was so good.
What was I thinking this morning when I got dressed? I wish I hadn't picked out the waistband pant to wear! Why didn't I put on a skirt or a dress and look more girlie? Yet his fingers felt wonderful as he moved them just inside the top of my pants and swirled those magical fingers of his around my waist front and back. I so badly wanted to have him stick his hands all the way inside my panties. Maybe I had cold feet this morning when I purposely went to put on pants, but last night I trimmed... just in case, ya know ;-)
OMG I was so wet by now. He is an absolutely wonderful kisser! I reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it. I was dying to get my hands on his hardness. I loosened them just enough to reach down and feel him. Ummmmm. I squirted some as my fingers felt the wetness on his tip. I could play with that goo forever :-) Wow... I loved touching him. He wanted me... and I wanted him! This was the absolute best. Well, maybe not the best... the best is going to happen when I see him next! Next best thing to holding hands in a market place will be holding hands in a hotel room, don't ya think g/f? ;-)
(To be continued....)
Like Double Chocolate CakeWARNING! THIS BLOG IS FOR OVER 18 ONLY A simple Hello is sometimes the nicest thing to do for your libido.
On a mid-week sunny afternoon, Matt stopped for a drink on an early break from work at 4 p.m. The bar was a step up from the run-of-the-mill gin mill. An iced cocktail and a few minutes of watching CNN was all that was on his mind. Oh, how that would soon change. Sitting down three seats away from an attractive young lady, he ordered a Cape Cod and, while waiting for his order, eyed what she was sipping. It was a Mojito. Their eyes met and he said Hello. She smiled and they talked about the ingredients in her Mint sprig filled tall glass. What they do for a living came next. Excitedly she said her girlfriend coming to join her in a few minutes was in a related field to that of Matt's.
When her friend arrived, she introduced Matt to Tina as if he was a long-lost friend. Tina sat in-between the original two, yet still an empty bar stool away. The three laughed and smiled and talked about work, their spouses, and their kids. All had been married for at least ten years. It seemed only natural that Tina and Matt should have lunch in a few days to talk about their common careers. Thirty minutes later each of the three were on their way home to family and daily routines.
Matt looked forward to the luncheon meeting. It was different. Different can be adventurous. To make it more comfortable between two marrieds of the opposite sex, he invited Tina to join a multi-friends' luncheon group of his. They meet at the end of a bar for a sandwich and a glass of wine and some easy talk once a week. The conversation that mid-day was all light-hearted. Matt and Tina got along famously. The twinkle in each other's eyes said it all. They enjoyed one another immensely. At one point in laughter, she grabbed a hold of his arm as if to not fall off her stool laughing at something someone had said, and later he felt the palm of his hand lightly land on her beautifully tanned thigh as he leaned toward her to say something. Light touching can be so endearing.
An email from Tina the next week that said "So did you have nice lunch dates with your buddies? Hope to see you soon!" was the impetus for Matt to quickly pick up the phone and schedule their second lunch. "I guess we'll talk about work" he thought for a few nano-seconds, yet spent most of the anticipating time until the next magical hour thinking about what she would wear. He thought about her gorgeous smile, the pretty jewelry that she had around her neck and on her fingers last time, her stunning tan, the long legs he peeked at a half-dozen times when he thought she might not be looking, and yes, he even thought of the feel of her skin when his hand touched her thigh for a memorable moment. Fantasy is fun. Most of us allow it to enter our minds from time to time. From thinking about some entertainment star who catches our fancy, to having someone in real life catch our attention for a few minutes in passing.
The appointed time arrived. It would be nice everyday conversation with just someone nice looking to admire, he told himself. Yet when Matt sat down and noticed her knee go atop her other, his heart began to flutter. "I'm not going to hide it", he said. "I think you are so, so hot" he continued.
Marriage is like a diet. It is work. It is boring a lot of the time. Maybe a couple days a week the dietary food is a bit different and fun and you make it interesting, yet in half the days or more of each week it is the same unexciting ritual. Why not treat oneself to an occasional splurge? If something good happens at work his relationship with his wife improves fourfold for a few days it seems. Why shouldn't the same hold true if something good happens at play, he likened?
Their eyes told it all. Both seemed anxious at some point to treat themselves to a little dessert. And, why not? A piece of double chocolate cake for a special treat can do wonders for a nice diversion and most likely for staying on that long-term diet. And really... who needs to absolutely know you went off that diet for a little taste of a fine dessert? Ya tell them, and before you know it, it comes back to haunt you as they, too, may be rushing off for a little extra. ;-) But, what's fair is fair. If they go off their marital diet, you just don't want to know. Be satisfied for the resulting attitude adjustment that makes life a tad bit better on the home front.
Tina grabbed Matt's hand and said "Let's go". They hurried out the door and to the elevator of the multi-story garage. As the elevator closed behind them, she fell into his arms. First kisses are so damn memorable. Second kisses are so damn divine.
Neither wanted to drive anywhere. Times like these are few and far between. Back seat groping can be so f*cking fun. With little room to maneuver, you hurriedly explore each other with your hands and lips. His hands moved all over her face, neck, back and arms. He wanted to feel all of her as her tongue darted over his and her lips pressed against him in passionate delight. Tina tugged up on his shirt and explored his thigh with her hand. She felt over his pants to feel his hardness and sighed when she followed his beauty with her fingers. Emotionally charged with that sensation, she slipped over and under his waistband to reach down and feel all of him in the palm of her hand.
Matt's hands went under her top to get under her bra. Her breasts felt wonderful. He twirled his fingers gently to feel her erect nipples and further excite Tina. They were in a frenzy by now. Maybe like a shark feeding frenzy with their movements. Sensing the opposite sex with eyes, taste, touch and aural delight is so intoxicating. Knowing you are delighting the other is so exhilarating.
Matt moved a hand up underneath her skirt and grew what seemed to be an extra taut inch when his fingers felt her wetness. He had pushed her pantie thong that wrapped underneath her to the side so as not to waste another moment. It is times like these that keeping your clothes on and exploring each other with finger fun is such a wonderful mouth watering treat. It's not the same regular ol' dining experience when you are away from home. Instead, it's sinfully delicious. Like Double Chocolate Cake.
(To be continued....)
Purely Platonic - Summer Seashore FunWARNING! THIS BLOG IS FOR OVER 18 ONLY It is not always The Early Bird who Gets The Worm, sometimes it is the last one in who walks away with a prize.
And so it was one balmy evening at a Maryland seashore. I had just finished work and went to a favorite watering hole overlooking the beach. Many of my friends were just gathering at that 9-ish hour as well. I spent some time chatting with a group of women I had seen in there several times over the prior couple of weeks. They were a fun group. All were from the same town in a bordering state and came down to this seashore town every year for a Girls Night Out kinda gig. One of the gals owned a beach house and she was here for perhaps a month. During that time, many female friends of hers would come down and stay for a few days each. When a newcomer to their ever-changing household walked in to join the group at the bar that night, the girlfriends excitedly wanted her to meet me. "This is the guy we were telling you about", they said. Heather and I were introduced. There was something about her that drew my eye to her right away. And I didn't want to look away from Heather after that. She was quite different from the rest. She had short, dirty-blond hair and was extremely poised. But that wasn't it. Something else struck me. It was her necklace. It was bold. It was avant garde. It was a small painted wooden lion carving that hung on a rope around her neck. It dangled about two inches above her cleavage. I remember that part so well. I forget how much time passed until we whispered to each other. We talked about leaving. We talked about a walk on the beach in the moonlight. We stepped on the then-cool sand and walked to the water's edge. Their beach house was perhaps a half mile away and we began to walk in that direction. It was Heather's idea of what we did next. I thought I was the one who was good at coming up with romantic ideas. But this one takes the cake. Her thought was to shut our eyes. We were to walk along the water's edge with just the surf hitting the shoreline sand as our guide. We walked hand-in-hand, holding our shoes with the spare. The 'eyes closed' and the 'hand holding' was what made this so very romantic. We kept whispering to one another to keep our eyes closed and not cheat. That was the mystique. That was the excitement. I remember two sensations that evening. One was the sea water hitting my feet. The other was the softness of her fingers and hands. With my eyes closed, I felt like I was penetrating her body and her mind through the sensation of her hand in mine. It was so damn sexy. It was all very romantic. All I thought about was Heather. And somehow I knew that all she was thinking about was me. Walking hand in hand like that was almost better than love making. Almost. How did we know to stop at the same time? How did we know at that same moment to turn to one another and throw our arms around one another? Once we did, though, our lips met. Like the waves rushing onshore, we felt a rushing need to fall to the sand. We quickly took our clothes off and piled them into a soft bedding for us atop the sand. We fell onto one another and explored each other with our hands, arms and legs. Oh, and our eyes too. They were open at long last. We explored each other in the moonlight with our eyes as well. There was no need for foreplay; we already did that with the sensations we felt inside our bodies walking hand in hand. It was time for instantanious love making. The Big O was only moments away. To be continued ...
Purely Platonic - A Holiday Party for TwoWARNING! THIS BLOG IS FOR OVER 18 ONLY She came into my life like a windblown snowstorm, yet left calmness in a part of my heart that I have cherished ever since.
My office co-workers had gathered for an office holiday party. I mingled with everyone and anyone. After the first hour, I remember looking across the bar and seeing Christina looking over at me. Our eyes met, yet we looked away. I would later glance over at her again, and she at me. She was in groups with other women. Men didn't seem to pay attention to her. Perhaps it was the several noticeable scars on her face. I didn't seem to see them like the other men. I looked past the exterior and into her eyes. I could see a good person inside. As I continued to mingle, my thoughts kept coming back to Christina. I didn't know her really. She was the department secretary, but all I knew was her name. Well, for some reason I knew she was single like me. But that was about it. 'Hmmm', I thought, 'I'd really like to get to know her'.
The married ones were beginning to leave. They were always the first party poopers. I had a chance to talk to Christina, but I thought it wouldn't last long. So I decided to be forward and invite her somewhere to continue the evening .. and the momentum of our glances. It was cold outside, so it should be somewhere close. I was brazen that night. I invited her to my tiny little house a few streets away. I was lonely, I guess. I wanted company. I wanted to get to know Christina better. I wanted to be with her in some way. My eyes were on her lips as I saw her form the word "Yes". Gad that made me so happy. I just didn't say 'my house'. I talked about a margarita mix I had and a great bottle of tequila. I talked about a fireplace I had in a tiny living room in my tiny little house. I talked as much as I needed to to get her to say that yes word.
Atop the wide pine floorboards of the living room I had a throw rug. The edge of it is where we sat when we sat in front of the fireplace. What better place to sit on a cold winter night then right up there in front? The flames were pretty and the music I had playing was peaceful. What I did next didn't last long. It was even awkward to initiate. But, I lifted an arm to put around her and bring us closer in body and in thought. Even before my hand was touching her opposite shoulder, she was leaning into me and kissing me. 'Wow', I remember thinking, as we kissed in front of the crackling fire. Soon, our backs had fallen onto the rug. She was looking up at me and her long hair was all around her. She looked beautiful to me, with firelight adding to her radiance. We kissed and kissed. I moved my hand over her dress. I wanted to feel all of her. My hand reached a leg. I lifted her dress slightly to feel part of her thigh, and then moved down to feel the back of her knees. My hand caressed her ankle and I felt a shoe. At the party I had admired her designer shoes and cute black dress. I lifted the one off her foot and placed it down. I would have just tossed it in typical love-making fashion, but who knows what pride she had in those pretty shoes, ya know? I felt her foot. I rubbed my hand quickly on the sole of her foot and brought my hand back up her leg and to her knee. It was like my hand was ice skating. I was just gliding around in circles here, there and everywhere.
Her thighs moved when I reached them again. I touched her panties. They were moist in the middle. She was wet and the kisses were too. I pushed my longest finger atop her panties so she could feel me on her slit. I rubbed up and down the silk to tease her .. and to tease me, I guess. It was heaven. Soon, my fingers slipped inside the panty edge. I was ready to explore. Finger Fun and Kissing. Kissing and Finger Fun. Is there anything better? If there is, will you please tell me? The wetness excited me to no end. There was so much to feel. Our breathing intensified and she soon stopped kissing me to let out a scream. Oh, what a wondrous sound. Her thighs clamped onto my fingers and I felt a gush of the finest liquid in the world soak my hand. I held her for a moment and rocked her slightly in my arms. We kissed softly before getting up and going up to bed. For, our noise-filled night was just beginning.
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Purely Platonic - Drinks After WorkWARNING! THIS BLOG IS FOR OVER 18 ONLY "Good night", she called out, as she passed his office. Little did she know at that moment 'how good' it would turn out.
She was still waiting at the elevator when he stopped along side her to wait too. "Long day for me; how about you?", he asked.
"Yes. me too", she simply retorted. And then added, "You're leaving earlier than usual; big plans tonight?"
"Nah. I just thought Enough was Enough and decided it was time to go. I'm in the mood to stop for a drink down the street before I head home to feed the cat .. and feed myself", he said, as he laughed slightly at his corny line.
'Hmmm ... a single or divorced one with a cat', she thought. 'He's a domesticated one', she added to that thought process. She volunteered aloud "A drink? Gee, that sounds good. Mind if I join you for one?"
He liked her style. Very with it. A Today gal. Sure of herself. They sat on chairs at the bar facing forward. She, with a Cosmopolitan in front of her, and he, a traditional martini. The talk was fun. They had worked in the same office for a month or two now, but knew nothing personally of each other until tonight. "And your plans for the evening? What did you have on your agenda?", he asked.
"Nothing much. Just going to pop in a Lean Cuisine when I get home .. do a few things around my apartment .. and that's about it for the night".
They were having a good time. A second drink seemed to be in order. This time they were turned towards one another on the bar chairs. He, with one arm on the bar and the other arm on the back of the chair that was now at his side. And she, with the Cosmo in her left hand and a stirrer she was using to just poke aimlessly into the drink in her right. She had one leg crossed over the other with her dress just touching her knees. He thought to himself, in the comical way he was use to thinking to entertain himself, 'Nice Kneecaps'. He joked with quips to himself quite often. Her lower legs were slender and that was what he really spent a few seconds thinking about, not the knees. She caught him glancing down for a brief second and thought to herself 'Good. Finally someone is noticing me'.
Two was enough, and they headed to the parking lot. He walked her to her car. "Where are you parked?", she asked. He pointed towards the other end of the lot. "Here .. hop in .. I'll give you a ride over there so you don't have to walk by yourself". She sat in the front seat and put the keys in the ignition as he walked in front of the car to the other side. Holding the steering wheel with one hand and the keys with the other, she sat there looking at him. She was thinking he no longer looked like the 'pudgy guy down the hall'. He had a nice smile and look about him. He was easy to talk to. He opened the door and got in. Her hand did not turn the keys in the ignition. Instead, she said to herself simply 'WTF' and turned towards him to look him in the eye. They both sensed why the delay. Neither was ready to go home just yet.
Their lips met. Any tenderness in that first fleeting moment was just that: fleeting. Their lips smothered each other in a 'Ruff, and I'm Ready' fashion. Their faces turned and their lips moved against one another in a frenzy. Their tongues intertwined in the extasy that was unfolding. He groped at her body to feel her curvatures. Second Base is so much fun near the outset. She grabbed his shirt with one hand and tugged to pull him to her as they frantically made out like high school kids. It was all so good. She needed this. She needed more and knew she was going to get it. She went for his belt with both hands, got it undone, and began to unzip him. He helped by lifting up in the seat and pushing the pants to his knees. She cupped his soft jewels with her left hand and looked at the throbbing beauty in front of her admiringly. She stroked him gently with the other hand. She was a bit comical too when she was thinking and talking to herself. The words 'the hell with a Lean Cuisine later; I'm going for a Happy Meal right now' were playfully bouncing inside her head. She was hungry all right. Leaning down onto him, she opened her mouth to savor him.
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My Recurring Dream - Once A MonthWARNING! THIS BLOG IS FOR OVER 18 ONLY Similar preparations to last month are underway. First there is the shopping. She bought a new pair of jeans this time. She didn't need them, but she did need the bag. The store bag. And something in it, of course. The bag is in the trunk of her car. It will stay there until the big day. When she arrives home that afternoon, she will carry the bag in the door as if she just returned from hours at the mall.
Her husband will want sex. She wants it to be on her terms, not his. He'll be good for the week if she does him today. Any closer to the big day and she will not feel clean. Gawd, how she hates this part. He is so animalistic. It's all about him. But it will only take ten minutes tops. She waits two minutes to moan and groan and let out a scream, and he falls for it each and every time. Now, it's over. That preparation chore is done.
The day before the special day is her feel-good day. No chores, no shopping; just a day to relax by getting a manicure and pedicure combo. What a great feeling when she sits in that chair. Her feet are soaking and her eyes are closed thinking of how wonderful the day will be. Jeanie will be in her Lover's arms soon and she just can't wait.
He never tells her his favorite color, but he always says how awesome she looks. Today she'll pick a red one. She may not know what his favorite color might be, but she does know he likes 'a' polish. It is 'cause she notices him glancing over at her nails from time to time when their fingers are intertwined and they are thrusting into one another. Femininity has its wonders.
McDonald's is the sexiest place alive. They meet there first. His car pulls up next to hers and they exchange a quick platonic-like hug, nothing more. For they are out in public, you know, and Heaven Forbid if someone from one of their towns just happens to be around someday. It probably will never happen, but why take a chance?
After a coffee purchase they hop in one car and head off to a hotel. The staff there never say a word about the early check-in. They can't be the only ones meeting once a month like this.
The romance starts in the elevator. It's their first kiss in a month. And it's always a breathtaking one. Wow, it feels so good to hold one another. Is there anything in life better than kissing tenderly?
Down the hallway she goes, leading the way. She glances back quickly at him and lifts her skirt to show her bare bottom. She stuffed her undies in her purse moments before he arrived to meet her at Mickey D's. The flirtatious glance and quick lifting of her skirt is so much fun. They both laugh lovingly. He reaches forward to grab her hand, as she reaches back to grab his and pull him along to their room.
The door closes and for nearly a minute all is still. It is a hug and hold minute. All the stresses of life dissapate during those 60 seconds. The world will close down now for next three hours. They think nothing but about each other.
They begin to kiss. It is tender. It is smooth. His hands touch all of her back in sweeping motions. It's like a mini-massage to her. She's wet already and is ready to be touched. She lifts a leg and puts one foot on the bed, shoe and all. This just can't wait another second. His fingers glide on the outside of her. Teasing and tempting. Her fingers are on the buttons of his shirt. She wants to see his chest. She wants to feel her fingers go through his hair, much as his fingers are now rubbing along her silkiness ones. The clothes come off. The two of them fall to the bed. Rays of sunlight hit the sheets, as moonlight fills their hearts.
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N.B. Thank you for all the great comments on this grouping of blogs. Perhaps the series, with a theme around marital indescretion, was a bit too racy at times. To change things around a bit, I've been recalling dates of years past (yeah, right .. lol) and dreaming up a new collection to be titled Purely Platonic, yet don't be surprised if it isn't toned down too, too much. lol. My Recurring Dream - A Girls' WeekendWARNING! THIS BLOG IS FOR OVER 18 ONLY She never expected this to happen. Or, to be more honest about it, if in the back of her mind she had expected anything would happen, never in a million years would she have dreamed it would have happened this way. Cautiously, she asked her husband if he would mind, and he shocked her by saying no. Roberta immediately called her best friend to tell her the good news. Leigh was thirty, and twenty years younger than Roberta, but they were best friends. Roberta told her excitedly that the hub said he thought it was fine that the two of them would go on an overnight together. They were headed east a few states away to a large outlet center to go shopping. The car ride to get there would take hours. All that was needed now was for Leigh to tell her better half of their plans and get him to agree as well.
Roberta was on the internet when she saw her online bud turn on his Messenger. "Guess what?" she typed to him. "I'm going to be not too far away from you in a few days for an overnight with my friend Leigh. Oh please come meet us for a drink and say Hi!" Thinking she needed to talk him into it she added "You'll love Leigh. She's so cute. She has blond hair and beautiful emerald green eyes!"
He wasn't into meeting his online friends, but didn't want to disappoint his online buddette. He thought 'what the heck, I'll go over and join them and share a few laughs'. His wife would die if he told her, but it seemed innocent enough to him. Yet, he never said a word about it.
The girls were staying in an all-suite hotel. Besides a little living room, it even had a kitchenette. But who goes away to cook? Roberta invited him for cocktails. She was hoping she could talk him into going out to dinner with them too. But, first things first.
Roberta opened the door with excitement and screamed out a loud Hi when she saw him for the very first time. He had two small bouquets with him and a bottle of wine. How cute is that!
Leigh didn't know what to expect. Roberta had talked excitedly about him for what seemed the whole car ride. Her older friend was so straight, and she wondered if Roberta had hopes the afternoon would turn into something more.
Two of them sat down on the sofa bed and another in a plump chair along side it. Plastic glasses were all they had, but the chilled white wine tasted perfect nonetheless. Music was playing from the alarm. "OMG, I love this song", Leigh said. Roberta responded with "Dance with Leigh, will you please? She just LOVES to dance!"
A slow dance was in order. He put his right hand around her lower back, while she politely held out her right hand in the air to hold his. Roberta got up to go over and pour some more wine. She grabbed a second almost-empty glass on her way out of the chair to fill that one up too.
Leigh decided to have some fun. She nestled into his arms to be as close as possible. They immediately began to react.
Roberta filled two glasses and turned around to return. She stood still looking at them. They were kissing. 'My gawd' she thought as she stood there for at least a minute without moving. He began to unbutton her blouse starting at the top. One at a time she watched as he slowly undid them. Leigh was holding his face and kissing him all the while. Roberta was holding two glasses of cold white wine. She felt the moisture on the outside of the cold glasses. It wasn't the only thing she felt was wet.
Roberta sat down excitedly. Or, did she sit down jeolously? She was excited and jeolous at the same time. She gulped her wine as Leigh's blouse slid to the floor. He undid her bra and Leigh moved her arms down so it too would slip to the floor. He began kissing her body. 'She's so damn perky', Roberta thought. 'And, what a show this is', she also thought. Leigh was undoing his belt as Roberta's heart was beating faster just watching this unfold. She hurried to put her glass on the table and hurried to begin to touch herself.
Leigh was now down on her knees as his hands skimmed through her beautiful blond hair and he began to moan. 'Wow, she really is gorgeous', Roberta said to herself, amazed that she was touching herself openly and sitting there witnessing this love making before her eyes. Who would have imagined?
Roberta unburied her fingers and got up to go over and get on her knees. She reached over to signal she wanted to taste him too. They took turns for seconds at a time. Leigh then stopped to let her friend enjoy him for awhile, and began to pull off Roberta's top. She nudged to get behind Roberta and undo her bra. Then, her hands enveloped her and she began to caress Roberta with her soft hands. It wasn't Leigh's first time, but she would bet a pretty penny it sure was Roberta's.
'Santa truly came by early this year', Roberta thought, as the three of them moved into the bedroom and onto the King size bed.
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My Recurring Dream - Luncheon PartnersWARNING! THIS BLOG IS FOR OVER 18 ONLY It started so innocently.
They knew each other for a year. She, a waitress in the restaurant part of the place, and he, a regular at the bar who came in at lunchtime to sit with his friends. She was in her early thirties. You couldn't tell his real age. Most people guessed he was in his forties. He had a baby face, but you would never know it unless you knew his real age. Even his hair was dark and full. There was no sign of his true age there either. But I knew how old he was. He had twenty-plus years on Amity.
Over the year she would come over from the restaurant section and greet the boys at the end of the bar. They had a section where they usually sat. Each would have a wine or glass of beer or two. It was a time to relax. They usually kept the conversation light. Amity was a playful sort. She would greet the guys and eventually it was like they were old friends. Amity would now occasionally greet that young looking one with a kiss on the cheek.
"My day is through" she said with a sigh not to long ago. "God, I need a drink too" she added.
"Hey, sit down and have one with us" he prompted. A Bloody Mary was her choice.
They talked about everything and anything. They talked about nonsense. The boys were so much fun.
One day she came over and said to him "What are you doing for lunch?"
He laughed and pointed to his first glass of Merlot he was just served and said "You know I always order a sandwich after this". He laughed.
It turns out she wanted to ask him out and just didn't have that first line in place. She replied "Would you come somewhere and have lunch with me? I'm starving. My car is in the shop and I thought you could drop me off at home after. I only live a mile away you know".
Soon they were on there way to another bar and restaurant. It turned into a liquid lunch as they giggled and talked about who-knows-what. The bartender at this place was named Kristin. She, too, had fun with them. He joked to Kristin about calling her one day to have her join them some night, or just taking her out. Kristin gave him his cell phone number. Amity was astonished at how smooth that exchange had just happened. Kristin was even younger than she. Amity whispered in his ear "she has no idea you are twice her age" and giggled once again. "But she wants you to call her!" It was all in fun. They paid the bill and left. Kristin might be a thought for another day. For he was with his friend Amity today.
Later, when she got to her apartment, Amity said to him "I have some sangria. Come up and have some while I take a quick shower. Then drop me off so I can pick up my car. Pleassssseeeee? I can't wait to get my car back! I miss it!"
Her apartment was an efficiency. He sat on the bed and listened to music. It had been a fun afternoon. When Amity came in from the bathroom, she was drying her very long hair with a towel. She had a bra and panties on -- boy short panties to be exact. Pink ones if you want the full picture. And cute. Adorable really. "Like my new boy shorts?" she touted, as she twirled around and stuck her rear end out with her face looking back at him in true female fashion.
"Love em" he giggled. "But, can you come closer so I can actually see them please? I don't have my glasses on" he laughed. Amity walked over to the bedside where he was sitting. Their eyes met and that certain look was in place that happens suddenly every now and then. Body hormones begin to change instantiously with that look. Friendship was ending and something else was starting.
He stood up as she stepped over to him. Their arms went up in tandem to hold one another. Their lips met quietly. His hands slipped down her back and to the top of the waistband of those very cute boy shorts. He slipped his fingers just an inch inside the back part of the waistband. He moved the tips of his fingers around the inside. She began to feel goosebumps as he reached the side of her body. His fingers continued to slide gently and go around to the front. All the while, their lips were gliding against one another. He kept his fingers just inside the waistband and began to go around to her back again. Her skin was so soft. She was tantalized at the feel of his finger tips inside the edge of her panties. She felt wonderful to him. He was ready for more. She was too. His fingers glided back to the front of her panties for what would be a final time. Their hearts were beating. They felt so good together. When his fingers slid along to the front this time, she signaled her excitement of what was to come by moving her legs ever-so-slightly as if to open a door a nudge to look out and invite one to enter. Romantic moments like this are too far and inbetween. Standing while kissing is so damn good. The time had come to stop thinking about time. Time was now standing still afterall. There was nothing else to think about but each other. Slowly, he slid his hands down the front of those cute boy shorts while their kissing turned more passionate.
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My Recurring Dream - Golf Courses At NightWARNING! THIS BLOG IS FOR OVER 18 ONLY I dream of the game of the golf. I love the sport. It is a game of friends. You play in foursomes and oftentimes play consistently with the same group of friends. It was an April Friday morning I found myself dreaming. I imagined four men at that very moment heading out to their driveways to pack their clubs in their car. My mind was imagining what one man by his SUV. His wife was in the driveway with him. They kissed goodbye. He was extremely appreciative of her allowing him to go on yet another boys' weekend away. He would be with his pals until his return on Monday and was excited about his upcoming bonding adventure with the guys.
A couple hours later I was headed for the seashore. With me was a weekend bag and my innermost thoughts. I found myself imagining once again. I pictured her going back into her house to finish her coffee, and then to throw a couple changes of cute clothes into a weekend bag. By now, she was probably in her Volvo driving and headed to the cottage I rented for us on the beach until Sunday. For it was our weekend away to enjoy as well. We would meet in the afternoon and be together at long last once again. Those next 40 hours would feel like an exhilerating two-week vacation.
As we did every other year, we excitedly got out of our cars to throw our arms around each other and hug. Ours eyes only would stop looking at each other long enough to peek up at the get-a-way cottage and to find the pathway we would walk along up to it hand-in-hand.
The start of every rendezvous of ours has their similarities, yet are always romantically different. We looked around the cottage, dropped our bags down in the bedroom and went into the living room to uncork champagne we always share at first encounter. We excitedly wanted to begin by talking and catching up on anything and everything as we sipped on our champagne, listening as well to the sounds of the seashore out our window. I sat on the couch and she laid down on it placing her legs and feet over my thighs and putting her head down on a pillow. Without even saying the words, we both knew instinctively what each of us would do next. We both got up for a quick couple of minutes -- she to go to her bag to pull out tea lights and matches, and I to get a scented massage lotion that I had packed.
Settled again, she sipped from her glass and closed her eyes to fully enjoy the touch of my hands. I moved them up and down from the back of her knees to the tippie tops of her toes. I imagined how my lotioned hands felt to her. She certainly felt wonderful to me. They glided along her skin steadily and with a tenderness I could feel deep inside me. My eyes were closed too and I would only open them every few minutes to add a dallop of lotion to my hand and take a small sip of our bubbly. As I massaged the silky skin of her legs, ankles and feet, the cool lotion pushed between my fingers and squeezed between her toes. In a half hour we would be making tender love. For now, we were enjoying each other's mind, heart and soul, and just feeling so wonderfully good together. This certainly seemed to be a dream, because romantic moments like this are too far and inbetween. So, I slowly opened my eyes to see what was around me. She was there sitting up beside me and gazing lovingly into my eyes. Our lips met quietly and our hearts fluttered wildly.
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My Recurring Dream - A Fantasy WeekendWARNING! THIS BLOG IS FOR OVER 18 ONLY It was a chance meeting. One Saturday, by a motel poolside, my friend's female companion for that weekend said to me "I have a date for you for tonight. The four of us will have so much fun". The evening was more than special. It was mystical. She, a mother of three, had been dating someone seriously, but she was apparently intriqued somehow when her friend said to her "I am going out with a Yankee. He has a very nice friend who I met today. Please go out with us tonight". For me, I was just in that southern town for a short while. And, hanging out with the boys while away many miles from home. Before I met her I am not sure I thought about this as that it was going to be a date. I was always on top of my game and probably thought it was just a group adventure.
When we first looked at each other, we both knew this was something that was going to be very special. We had been headed in different directions, like two ships passing in the night. That evening turned out to be the highlight of a decade or more for each of us. We both realized it as the night unfolded. A courtship of sorts began. We saw each other for a few short days. Lunches, afternoon strolls, and sitting together on a porch to watch the sun set and the early hours of an evening come and go as time stood still and we were captivated by each other's company.
Reality set in a short while later. I returned home. What was I doing? Did I really have a date? How could I if I was married?
Finding out months later that she had married her suitor was a bit of a shock. I had not taken action to do something that I knew in my heart was very special, but why didn't she wait? Was it for true love? Or, was it for a better life for her children?
We lost touch. Years later an email arrived. How did she find me? What a pleasant surprise. We began to correspond. Two marrieds catching up on ol' times. We were older and wiser now. We smiled as we reminisced over the sparks that flew that first summer. Both of us had dreamed it to be more, but it wasn't to be. And now a question was coming my way. Would I meet her for a weekend to pick up where we last left off? She posed it to be "A Fantasy Weekend". She would choose her fantasy to be fulfilled first. Next time it would be my choice.
We treated ourselves to a luxiourious hotel. I brought champagne and goodies. She made up a small basket with massage oils, lotion and candles. Her fantasy was a back massage in bed.
After tea lights were glowing, and after a few sips of champagne, she layed down on her stomach atop the sheets. I draped her in white towels. Any other color would have reminded us of our respective homes. And those partners of ours were the farthest things from our minds at what was becoming another mystical moment in our lives.
I can't remember the scent of the massage oil. But, I'm sure she does. Women remember the little things. I remember my heart pounding in anticipation of that day. And what I do remember of the day and evening itself is every inch of her back, and every inch of the rest of her body. A wonderous back massage unfolded and led to a neck massage, and then to a head massage, and then to her arms, her legs, her feet, her soles, and then to everywhere all over again. Wiggles and sighs were the signs of total relaxation. I was straddled atop the back of her legs massaging her back when I began to soak up the oil with my chest. I began by gliding my torso up the back of her thighs and pulling off the last of the towels so she would feel all of me atop her. A slow, wet dance ensued as our bodies entwined and glistened together in oil and anticipation. The time had come to commence what we had stopped short of those magical few days many years back.
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