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My Private Mail Box
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Less Is More... Unless You Already Promised... A Lot... 🤔
Publié :19/9/2019 12h21
Dernière mise à jour :21/9/2019 10h04
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The other night, I parked my car (in the garage), opened the door and walked right into, a huge - spider web. It's gluey fuzziness, stuck to my nose... and face. Y'all know what that feels like, right?

After my initial - "Ughhh !" and some wild flailing of the arms - there was this ; "What the fuck !" moment. I mean, seriously. I'd gone through that same web, three or four times, in the previous two weeks. I'd had enough! Rather than accept, this behaviour any longer, I searched out the culprit and squished him. It was quick... and painless. If his web had been smaller, he'd never have perished. 'Less is more' - is a lesson, THAT little guy, would never acquire. And it's a notion, some of us... are still learning.

For those who don't know ; 'Less is more' , is the belief that - simplicity and clarity, lead to better design. It's often described as 'minimalism'. It refers to anything, that is spare or stripped to its essentials. Sorta... like a one word blog or... the middle finger, in the midst of a conversation. Ya don't need much - to understand the person's thoughts.

I used to make my point (in a conversation), three times, thinking three - was about the right amount of times, to be understood. I used to write, 'drag on' sentences, that would go on forever. I used to... ugh, never mind. You get my point.

Yep. I don't have much else to add. Less is more ... is a principal that works, in just about any scenario of life ; music, art, architecture, every day conversations. Everything!

Except of course... when you've promised her seven and a quarter... and you're delivering, four and a half. Hmmm... Yep.. that might be, a bad thing.

What do you think? Does LESS .... do MORE ... for you, in all aspects of your life? 🤔

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The Intervention... The Strippers... and FrankeeZee 🤔
Publié :16/9/2019 12h52
Dernière mise à jour :22/9/2019 21h56
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I got a call from FrankeeZee's younger brother last week - BobbyZee. His voice was urgent.

"Paul... We gotta do something about Frankee's obsession with that STUPID sex site he's on. He spends whole days, writing silly blogs . It's fucking up his job. It's affecting his life. I've organized an 'Intervention' - at Tony's restaurant - for Monday. Can you make it?"

Of course I could. He's my buddy. So last Monday , I walked into 'Tony's Place' ; 'Casual Italian dining, a deli counter, with kareoke... and a great bar selection'. We had the place to ourselves. I sat down, amongst a cluster of twenty people. They were all bloggers, from FrankeeZee's * 'sex site'. Why had BobbyZee chosen these people, for an intervention? I presumed, none of FrankeeZee's real friends, even knew - he was on a sex site.

We all wore large white tags, with our User Names . I wore mine - Paulxx001 . People there must have visited A F F, because they recognized me. I signed a few autographs and shook hands. Curiously enough their user names, resembled the ones over here , on A F F; AssSmart, JB, Sexy2000, KissingMe, TemptMe, Heartbreaker ... and a bunch of others. Oh and the lady from Florida (the one from that sex rehab center, FrankeeZee met, a few months back) - she was there.

We sat and chatted and waited. Tony (the owner) came by ; "Hey Paul... howzit goin'? Ya want me to put out some food, while you guys wait? And somethin' ta drink?"

"Sure... sounds like a great idea," I nodded. I looked at my watch. FrankeeZee was late.

Soon... the party platters arrived, followed shortly, by pitchers of Sangria and house wine. My cell phone buzzed. It was BobbyZee ; they were stuck, in bridge traffic. I dug into a slice of pizza. Lady2000 came up to me and we spoke. She was originally from Toronto, but moved here a few years back. She likes sushi ; hmmm... so do I.

An hour or so later, GotoPoco31 (or was it OceanGirl ), had already, turned on the kareoke machine and were wailing up a storm, with Poet52 singing lead. They were playing Aretha Franklin's, 'Respect', and the place was rockin'. By the time Bobby and FrankeeZee walked in, no one noticed... except me .

I greeted them at the door. Bobby, looked stern and hissed into my ear. "Paul... what the fuck... is going on? I know we're two hours late, but... this is crazy! "

I didn't have a chance to reply. FrankeeZee grabbed hold of me and gave me a huge hug. "Paul... you fucker! Is this party your idea? Damn.... I love you bro! This is great!"

At that moment, the Florida lady (from that sex rehab center) came running up to Frankee, wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a wet kiss on his lips.

A few minutes later... the male strippers arrived. One of the ladies, Kimberlie101 , thought FrankeeZee was never showing up, so she had taken matters, into her own hands. BobbyZee grabbed me by the arm and pulled me aside. "Paul.... This isn't, what I had planned. How.... are we going to fix this?"

I looked at him and blinked. Then I blinked again... and spoke ; "Well... on the bright side, at least FrankeeZee's not on the sex site, wasting his time blogging... right?"

I sat down in a chair and watched... as things unfolded. The strippers - stripped. The ladies screamed and hollered. FrankeeZee took the Florida lady by the hand and made his way, into the men's room. Yep... things were following, some sort of master plan .

On cue, 69Wonders waved her arms at me. I stood up and made my way to the mic. The first chords to 'Piano Man', were playing ; and that, was MY song. Oh well... I was pretty sure, that's how most interventions worked out. Don't they? 🤔

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*FrankeeZee is a member and top blogger, of ™FOGCAF - Friends Of Good Clean Adulterous Fun
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Turn On That Switch... And Be Your Best... Or... Fall On Your Face... 😯
Publié :9/9/2019 12h25
Dernière mise à jour :16/9/2019 11h08
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I have a switch . Everyone does ! I flip it, when I step out of the house. I become my best me. It activates a positive (go for it) energy, my personality is poised and the spring is loaded. When the switch is ON, I bring my 'A Game' to the table. I really needed it, this weekend.

It was that annual September festival, in a huge park, in the east end of the city. It's been a regular event, for twenty years and this year, a good buddy of mine was in charge. It's a lot of work to organize, but it's a blast. Especially, if you're into food and live bands and drinking... oh and... did I mention, the thousands of people crawling about? Ya gotta have your switch on, or you'll be swallowed up. and overwhelmed ; if you know what I mean.

Saturday, it had been raining all day and by sunset, the grounds were soggy. The huge, covered stage was dry and just kept pumping out act after act, but the crowd was soaked. Even under the tents, things were damp and moist... and I don't mean, in that good... tingly way. People didn't care, they just kept drinking and dancing.

I was helping out in the bar tent, serving vodka shots and beer. You can tell, people have had too much, when they say hello to you, for the third time and ask the same questions. Yep... ya got that vibe right. Things were a slippery, muddy, wild mess and that's... when I ran into her.

Actually, she ran into me. She was dressed, completely inappropriately... in a tight, hip hugging, cream colored dress, that flowed out like a flower, from just below her knees. Her stiletto heels, dug into the turf, with relentless impatience, as she plodded towards my tent. Then as she saw me, she shouted ; "Paul... how are you...?" and raised her arms for a greeting.

At that moment, she stumbled and kinda lunged forward. I wasn't quick enough to catch her. She face planted into the mud. It took all my self control, not to laugh. I stifled my chuckles and spoke; "Ugh... Hang on. I'll help."

She pushed her hands into the muck and crouched to her knees, as a few of us, picked her up by the elbows and raised her from the quagmire. She was pasted, from head to toe, dripping, with fresh mud. The dress was ruined. Some drunk guy, gave her a couple of napkins : she needed a fire hose. I offered her a chair in the bar tent and someone else offered her a drink. Surprisingly... she refused the chair... but accepted the drink.

Soon after, her husband came by... and dragged her away. He came back five minutes later and got down on his knees, into the mud, to look for a set of keys, she'd lost. We found them...

The thing about, flipping your switch and bringing your 'A Game', into the real world is - ya gotta be ready and sober, or you might fall, flat on your face. Hey... stuff happens at festivals, right?

The sun came out on Sunday and dried things up. The bar tent was... flying ! Face plant lady showed up, sporting jeans, runners and a big smile. She ordered vodka, with a beer chaser.


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Love The One You Are With... Or... Is There Something Else... 🤔
Publié :5/9/2019 12h16
Dernière mise à jour :10/9/2019 5h28
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All hospitals, have that smell . It nudges your nose and leans on your stomach. It's as if, a thousand butterflies, have punched you in the gut. You know what I mean?

Many... many... years ago, I visited her. It was morning. The September sun was shining - slashing brilliant lines - through the slits, in the blinds. They'd moved her, to the Terminal Ward. I was early. I must have surprised her, as I walked into the tiny, stuffy room. Her eyes were closed. She'd painted her lips - ruby red - for me. Her skin was ashen grey and she clutched a bible... quietly praying. She stopped, when she heard me. She slowly, opened her eyes and looked at me.

"I'm sorry. I'll come back in a few minutes," I mumbled.

"No. Don't leave! Stay. I was praying for you. I was praying for you, Paul. I was praying... that YOU find someone.... after I'm gone. I was praying for you ... my love !" Tears streamed down, from her tired eyes.

I clasped her hands, as my eyes filled. I could barely see her face. But I felt her love and the intimacy, of her prayer. I didn't have the heart, to tell her - it would never ... come to pass.

Thirty seconds, thirty days... thirty years. The question, isn't how we die... it's how we live. It's how we're loved... and how we love.


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A Lifetime... Another Memory... Sealed... 😊
Publié :29/8/2019 11h30
Dernière mise à jour :5/9/2019 14h29
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Ode To A Pussy... How May I Count The Ways... 🤔
Publié :28/8/2019 7h42
Dernière mise à jour :4/9/2019 5h21
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Ode T.o A Pussy... How May I Count The Ways

By * FrankeeZee

Your pussy... it inspires m.e t.o write.
I love the way it throbs and twitches.
It invades m.y mind each, day and night,
Dreaming of its moist, swollen niches.



Shall I compare it, t.o a bright stardust?
Tis more splendid and more glorious.
Silk heat, bathe edges with promised lust.
Trembles, grip your tense sartorius.



How I crave to gently lick and p.lay.
While pink frames, slip open, wide and wet.
Thoughts of your w.arm vessel, fill m.y day.
M.y love for it, has m.e hard and set.



Remember m.y net words
whilst we're apart.
I'll soon be back...
t.o relieve, your throbbing heart.

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*FrankeeZee is a friend and top blogger, of ™FOGCAF - Friends Of Good Clean Adulterous Fun
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Looks Like I.m Going To Jail... Is Prison Sex... As Good As They Say It Is...🤔
Publié :26/8/2019 12h11
Dernière mise à jour :28/8/2019 17h26
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Looks like I'm going to jail. At least... that's, what the two police women said to me (last Thursday), as they frisked and handcuffed me; then shoved me, into the back of their car.

I'll admit, I kinda enjoyed, their hands on my body. Everyone needs skin-on-skin contact, right? In fact I reminded them ; "Hey... you missed a spot." I didn't enjoy, the hard plastic seats they pushed me onto. I sat there and answered their questions. The 'bad cop' (a cute blond), asked me, if I was having a rotten day, cuz according to her ; "It's gonna get, a heck of a lot... fucking worse." She smiled a mean smile... when she spoke.

This all started, with a missing receipt. I was, as surprised as anyone, by the turn of events and how they unfolded. Who knew, overweight security guards, could run so fast (and be that happy) - to catch a stealer? In any case... I believe, that I was set up. I mean, who consciously steals, two cans of soup? A steak, a lobster... a pork chop... perhaps ; Campbell's best? I think not .

Later on (after being informed of what might happen to me), I got to thinking. Is prison sex, as good (or bad ), as they say it is? Is some sex, better than no sex? I wonder if you can tell the size of a man's dick, by looking at his hands. I'll find out the answers, to all of those questions... soon enough. According to a helpful... lady friend of mine... she suggested that I prepare myself. "Lube up a hair brush... and practise - you'll be fine. It'll expand," she chimed.

She's probably, already made plans to move on. That's what happens, when you - unknowingly - hook up with a criminal. You make decisions. I'm sure some of you, are making yours. For the haters out there... rest assured ; you won't have - Paulxx001 - to kick around for much longer. I'll be a distant memory; a vacant profile. There will be others , to replace me... as someone here recently, pointed out. And for those who care... I do , love cheese cake. Somehow, I'll let you know, where to mail it... once I'm settled in.

I saw somewhere (probably 'Pornhub'), that even the female guards, will peg you. Obviously, I am preparing for the worst. Yet I'm hopeful, I'll get that job, in the prison kitchen. I thought at first, I'd try for the laundry room. But you know what shit , happens there! Ever watch, 'Shawshank Redemption' ? Then... my lady friend, reminded me, that most stabbings, occur in the kitchen or cafeteria.

I'd start, a 'GoFundMe' campagne. But most of those, are designed to help, people with good intentions... not defend, the 'evil' . Oh well...

I walked around the pharmacy today, looking for a hair brush and some lube. Any suggestions ?

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You Just Never Know... When Someone... Is Watching You 😮
Publié :22/8/2019 11h02
Dernière mise à jour :29/8/2019 17h31
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You know me... I love, going to my rocky beach... by the lake. It's a relaxing, invigorating place to be. I mean... who doesn't like, getting wet ?

I drove up there, the other day and parked my car, in the lot. I had to put on, my swim trunks (it's not, a nude beach); and there aren't any changing huts nearby. I grabbed my sports bag, and trudged to my usual, changing spot .

There's no trail to follow. I simply, forge a path, through tall grass. It's by a secluded cluster, of old pine and maple trees, surrounded by thick bushes. That spot, is ( invisible from the shore and)... far ... from prying eyes.

I soon found out... that my 'spot' , wasn't as secluded... as I thought it was. Imagine that...

I flung my bag to the ground, next to the thick, green bushes. I had just come from work, so I was dressed, business casual ; as they say. I leisurely, took off all my clothes, folded them neatly, then stood there - naked . I perused, my surroundings.

The birds chirped, while leaves on trees... rustled from a gentle breeze. The sky... was painted deep blue and the air, smelled crisp - brushed clean - with the scent, of fresh water. Can you feel, more free , than when you're naked... in the woods, or on the beach? The correct answer is ; NO !

I figured... before, I slipped my swim trunks on, I'd better take care of business. I took a pee. Then... while things , were in hand (so to speak)... I asked myself; "Should I take matters, a little further?" Ohhhh... stop judging me, for fucks sake. Wouldn't you, do the same? There was nobody around; at least... so I thought.

Images of a nude beach (I'd once been on)... sprang to mind. And before long, (with a bit of prodding), my little guy , was at full attention, and ready to play . At THAT moment, I heard a rustling. It came from the bushes, to my left.

I thought, it might be a squirrel... or a rabbit. I peered into those thick thistles. They crackled again. I stared, for a few seconds more... before SHE , stood up.

She , was an attractive, dark haired woman. She wore a (silver zippered) black leather jacket, white t-shirt and jeans. I could only guess, what she was doing, there. She must have been, taking a pee. In any case... she stood up, grinned and walked towards me. Her eyes darted down, at my arousal... as she spoke...

"Sorry... I wasn't spying, on you," she giggled. "You, snuck up on me. Ummm... thanks for the show."

With a flip of her hair, she turned and quickly walked, through the trees and towards, the parking lot.

I stood there in the nude, rather stunned. And... I have to admit, slightly , turned on. If she'd been shy or uncomfortable... she never would have spoken to me - right? I hurried to pull on my trunks, then scampered out of the forest, to see where, that lady went. I stepped through the tall grass, just in time; to see her, climb into her truck. She smiled and waved... as she drove away.

I threw my bag, into the trunk and slammed it shut. Towel in hand... I made my way down to the water, to cool off. As I walked, I thought of what - if any - lesson I learned. I can still head down, to my favorite spot in the woods, to change. Although next time, I'll be aware, of one fact - I might be, putting on a show. Next time I'll remember, to put on - a damn good one!

Or... will I just, chicken out , and change somewhere else ?

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Her Morning Toy... 😊 How One Woman... Starts Her Day 🤔
Publié :21/8/2019 6h12
Dernière mise à jour :15/9/2019 11h52
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Her Morning Toy...
(A Poem... * b.y FrankeeZee)

Whose toy is t.hat?
I think you know.
Its owner is, quite happy though...
It's full of joy... a vivid rainbow.
She smiles and laughs
And says - "Hello"


She gives her chubby toy a shake.
And moans until...
her vessel aches.
The only other sounds
t.hat break,
are her soft sighs,
and birds awake.

Her toy is large,
and smooth and deep.
It plunges with,
a promise to keep.
A shiver and thrust,
a quiver once more.
Sweet tingles c.um
and shake her core.

She rises gently, from her bed,
With thoughts of him,
inside her head.
She eats her jam, with lots of bread.
Ready at last...
for the day ahead...

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*FrankeeZee is a friend and - top blogger, of ™FOGCAF - Friends Of Good Clean Adulterous Fun
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Sex In The Airport Bathroom... Was A Bad Idea... 😮
Publié :19/8/2019 12h44
Dernière mise à jour :14/9/2019 11h10
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She was on her way to see him. Was it 'love' - that she was feeling? The excitement... the anticipation were palpable. Her stomach churned, as the plane landed and finally... taxied to a stop. That familiar chime sounded. She un buckled her seat belt, took a deep breadth... and stood up from her seat. "This is it. This might be, the man of my dreams," she thought.

He shuffled his feet as he stood and waited. He was, huddled in amongst a throng of others... who also waited. The message board, flashed the words - "Arrived". His heartbeat quickened, as he peered, at the 'Arrivals Gate', sliding doors.

They... had never met.

Of course.... they'd messaged and emailed... and texted. Pictures were exchanged; even those, only adults should send. They had talked... on the phone. Weeks... then months passed and finally - they decided to meet. He knew, it was going to be, a lust filled... steamy weekend. He could tell from her pictures, and the way she spoke ; that she probably made love... like a rabbit!

He stood up on his toes, when he saw her walk through the doors, pulling her luggage. He waved his arms, high in the air. She glanced left and right and finally seeing him - waved back. Her pace quickened. They both smiled and beamed. They had planned - 'the first kiss' and how it would be. He followed that plan. He shook her hand, leaned forward and gently pressed his lips... against hers. Then (as scripted) they hugged. It was a worthy squeeze. An embrace which spoke volumes, for what they both felt. That hug... was the last item... on their list . Everything else, was to be - ad libbed.

After their hug... they were both speachless, for a moment. They simply gazed, into each other's eyes... then hugged again.

She was larger, rounder ... than in her pictures. " Much rounder..." he thought.

He was balder and shorter than in his pictures. " Very much shorter..." she thought, as she looked down at him.

After a minute more... he spoke first; almost breathlessly.

"Ya know... I couldn't wait. I took the Viagra before, I left for the airport. I'm hard, as a goddamn rock. I was thinking... I'll check out the men's room and if there's no one there, I'll come right out and get you. We can fuck there, first. Ok?"

She looked at him and blinked. Then blinked again... and answered...

"Ya know what? I think I'll pass. I'm just going to book a ticket, back home. It was nice meeting you."

She pushed herself away from him, dropped his hand, turned around... and headed towards the ticket counter.

He watched... as she hurriedly, walked away. She never looked back. "Typical woman. Another bitch, playing hard to get. What the fuck is her problem?" he thought.

That bulge in his pants ached. He shoulda waited, before taking that stupid pill. He strode quickly... and headed into the men's room. There'd be no disappointment... in his right hand.


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Might As Well... Enjoy The Stage... 😊 Or Find A Bigger Better One...
Publié :16/8/2019 12h41
Dernière mise à jour :19/8/2019 12h55
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Last Saturday, I stood under a huge, old, maple tree and wiped the sweat, off my brow. I was about to watch a band, play in a small park... down by the marina.

The sun hadn't set yet. It was still hot and the air was thick. Even the breeze... coming in off the lake... wasn't helping much. I impatiently, looked at my watch. "If the music doesn't start soon , I'm heading, for a cooler place, to hang out," I thought to myself. I'm glad, I waited.

As a musician, I'll listen to music, with a critical ear. But... I'm also, extremely supportive, of young talent, that I see. It took me all, of about a minute - after the band started to play - to figure something out. That stage... was WAY too small... for them.

They , were a five piece, group of young musicians, who's skills, were finely honed. They were tight! What caught my ears, was their smooth and rhythmic style. Don't ask me to describe it. Perhaps... rock, meets jazz, meets reggae... meets Taylor Swift? I know; crazy, right?

Their complex vocals blended, perfectly with the lead and rhythm guitars. Their original tunes drifted seamlessly, between octaves and hauntingly beautiful chord progressions ; aided by the incredible, imagination of the keyboardist. And everything ... was held tightly, in place, with the solid backbone, of a (heart numbing) bass guitarist and... a fucking 'kick ass' drummer.

Sixty or seventy people (a cluster of sedated seniors), sat on folding chairs, in the grass, under the blaze of the setting sun - and listened. Or they tried to. Most fidgeted about; sipping bottled water or boxed juice. Some tapped their feet ; killing ants, perhaps?

I hung around and listened to the band's set. Afterwards, I spoke with some of the band guys... and girl, as they packed up. Turns out, somebody's dad, was on the town's entertainment committee and they called in a favour. They (the band), didn't really give a shit. The crowd and the venue wasn't theirs . But heck... the money was. They smiled, as I commiserated with them and wished them well.

Yeah... sometimes the stage, is just too small. Take this one... for instance. It's beat up and broken and fucked up, all over. Hardly anyone pays attention, to anything... except to the sound... of their own voice. But... you make do and smile... and just take it all in. It's just a place, to practise and blow off some steam; while perfecting, a point of view.

Now... if they, only paid you something. Nope. Ya gotta go, somewhere else... for that.


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Used and Objectified... They Forced Him To Cum... 😮
Publié :13/8/2019 12h34
Dernière mise à jour :23/8/2019 16h36
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If you're, a playful couple in your late twenties and you're amusing yourself, with a drinking game - in a hotel room - in Cleveland; well... shit happens. Doesn't it?

It was three... or perhaps, four in the morning. His girlfriend sat there, in her faded blue jeans and a Mickey Mouse t-shirt. She had that, smug on her ... as she lay down, the 'Jack of Hearts' and spoke; "You lose. Take them off! I wanna see you run!"

He looked her sheepishly and peeled off his underwear. He stood there, totally naked... made his way to the door and opened it. THAT ... was the bet. Run up and down the hallway, of the hotel - naked. He gingerly, poked his head .

Their room, was right next to the elevator. Not a soul... was there. Not a sound... was heard. She scurried up behind him, grabbed his bare ass and pushed him forward. Closing the door behind her, she shoved the key, in her pocket. He was committed. "Go...! " she laughed.

He did. Not at full speed, mind you. There was no one there. His arms flayed in the air, as he laughed and jogged. He felt quite safe. That is... until he had run, back to her. The elevator doors, suddenly opened... and two women, stumbled ... laughing and joking.

They were older; in their thirties... and nicely dressed, in business attire. Probably... part of that insurance convention, in from Newark. Now... he was trapped... and naked - in front of a cluster of women. He covered his groin, with his hands. His girlfriend, began to laugh, as she clutched her and mouthed the words; "Oh... my God."

Those two, elevator women... were primed and frisky. They seemed eager and ready... for the unexpected show. They hooted and laughed and stood there, staring. Then... his girlfriend, did something, unexpected.

Instead of quickly, opening the door and letting him into their room, she chided him with another challenge ; "Dance for them! Dance for them babe - or I won't let you in."

He looked at her and blinked.

Those two women, stood there and waited. He, was getting excited and hard... and even more embarrassed. He looked at his girlfriend and pleaded; "Open the door. Stop messing around. Come on!"

"Nope! Give them a show. Or this door, ain't NEVER , opening," she giggled.

He knew that door wasn't opening. It seemed, that he had no choice : so... he embraced the moment. "What the fuck," he thought, laughing to himself.

He began to dance... slowly, at first. The women stared, at his now - rock hard cock and smiled broadly. Then as all of them encouraged him with clapping (and cat calls from his girlfriend), he sped things up. He flung his hips side to side. His rigid dick, flung left to right and up and down. They laughed, in even greater appreciation.

"Let them TOUCH you babe. Let them grab your cock. Touch him ladies. He'll let you, " his grilfriend suddenly, exclaimed.

The blond haired woman (with the pony tail and dark rimmed glasses), looked at his girlfriend (in the Mickey Mouse t-shirt) and paused, as if to say ; "Really? Can I touch him?" She boldly, stepped forward and eagerly, grabbed his cock. The other woman (the dark haired, tall one), joined her and began to tease his balls.

Before he knew it, he was pushed up against the dark walls of the hallway, as two women (on their knees), fondled and played with him. By that time, HE had become... completely shameless. He thrust his hips forward. Gently and slowly (at first), they stroked his cock up and down and squeezed and teased his balls, with their long nails. They smiled lustfully, as they explored him.

He had lost... all sense of where he was. When the blond woman, began playing with the precum, dripping from the head of his cock, he looked towards his girlfriend. She playfully, blew him a kiss.

That duo of women, took turns stroking his cock up and down... and up and down. He felt that familiar feeling, creeping up. Waves of pleasure, numbed his mind. Every nerve of his body, tingled. His cock throbbed and twitched, as each woman's hands... warmed him and took him closer and closer, to that point of no return.

They swirled their fingers around, his throbbing, purple glans. Even more precum dribbled out of that slit in his dick. They teased it's wetness with breezes of their breath. Coming so close to the head... he could feel the heat, from their lips.

Wave after wave of pleasure, filled him, as those two strangers.... brought him closer to the edge. He had no choice and no control. They were forcing him to cum. He'd given himself up to them and to the feeling, sweeping his body. His legs began to quiver and his eyes closed. Finally... his cock burst forward, in those familiar, rhythmic spasms.

He moaned and gasped over... and over again. The women, laughed with glee. As the last shivers, left his body, the dark haired woman, admired the white sticky, liquid on her hands and released him. He stood there, spent... leaning up against the wall... still hard ; dripping and throbbing.

Those two ladies... stood up, thanked his girlfriend, for the great treat. Then, they gently kissed him, squeezed his wet... and twitching cock, one last time... and waved goodnight. They were still laughing and giggling, as they entered their room.

His girlfriend... turned and opened up the door, to their room. She hoped... HE, had something.... left in him. She still, had plans for him. She - was wet and fucking horny, as hell !


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So...
Can men be objectified; meant to feel cheap and used, as sex objects?
Is THAT... the same feeling... women might feel?

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