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Chapter 4 yes. Very good indeed

I too have written a new chapter “Second Chance Interview”. I think you may like it.

I am humbled

“ No city lights, but from windows still came some light, cutting through the night like a finger sneaks inside a pussy“ Kudos! In all my years I have never been treated with word-smithery as colorful as this. I can almost smell that light! Lol

I wasn’t expecting it… not even remotely. But I knew what it was. I had seen it exactly once before in my life. An envelope like one that would hold a greeting card or the like. It was constructed of fine linen, not what you would get in a drug store. The real clincher was the watermark - a faint rendering of a fountain and it covered the entire front of the envelope. I knew this well and it excited me. I hastily pushed my other mail aside and tore into this. It read: “Good day. We hope life finds you well and happy. We are the hosts of the Masked Tournament you attended and we have a sec

There were so many things that happened with that girl. I couldn't remember all of them at any one time. I wrote many into different accounts but am left with some odds and ends that aren't part of any account already posted. I will convey some here as I recall them. Carol Anne's standard dress code was a short skirt or dress and almost always, no panties. She liked to pee easily as it was part of her frequent sex game agenda and no panties made it very simple. Not to say she never peed in panties. She did but she rarely did when she was not home so she could change them before they becam

More like insane... an insane blur. I loved it though.

Although we were living together at this point, dates were a blast with Carol Anne, because of her exhibitionistic tendencies. Watching her finger herself in public or pee on the ground in a fairly public place was hot as hell. So dating we did... a lot. Here's one of our dates so hot, I could fry my dick on it. There's a restaurant on the river not far away. It is very popular in the summer months because of the huge outdoor dining area that's literally right on the water. We decided to go there for a nice lunch and 3 or 4 helpings of "dessert." Carol Anne wore an adorable sun dress

We’ll see. First though there is one more date with Carol Anne to post plus odds and ends with her.

Thank you and thank you for your perseverance reading through the entire story. It was longer than I wanted but I was not able to prune it and still paint the entire picture.

I checked for the package every day. The package would hold an adventure I could only dream about. I knew nearly nothing of the details yet I knew that I wanted it with all the juice in my balls. I had seen the ad online for the "Masked Tournament" and filled in the short questionaire: "Are you comfortable performing sexual acts with strangers?" "Are you comfortable being watched by strangers while you do the above?" "What sex are you?" "What is your clothing size?" "Would you like to win $10,000?" "Do you want an experience that you will dream of forever?" I risked a $

Day after Labor Day... I planned this day to play hooky and go somewhere where Carol Anne and I could play with virtually no one around. While everyone else has gone back to work or school, we were dressing to go canoing. A park not far away had a small lake / large pond. It was maybe a mile long and half that wide. There were woods around it and a few secluded little coves. Carol Anne wore a one piece bathing suit and a short sleeve man’s shirt to keep warm. We hopped in the car, stopped for sandwiches, drinks and coffee on the way. I liked Carol Anne drinking her large coffees on the wa

Being a scout when I was a boy taught me many skills, some of which have been useful through the years and some totally useless. One of the most useless was learning to read Morse code. That is... until now. I work a half mile from home in a very green and very spread out city. When the weather is user friendly I walk to work. Most of my walk is through a huge park so it's a pleasant commute. Last week I was on my way home - strolling casually while listening to music through earbuds. On the sidewalk in front of me I saw 3 small dark wet spots in a line. They were very fresh as they

Hello. I'd like to introduce myself. I am Reginald. I'm clever, witty, and quite handsome (or at least I think so). And oh yes, one other thing - I'm a dragon. More correctly, I should say I 'was' a dragon. I am writing this long before you were born. I would venture to say it is long before your grandparents were born. As I look down across the meadow to the nearby village I see a simpler time than I can imagine by time these words are read. A most beautiful and somewhat magical time. My village (actually not mine per se but the humans') is not more than a cluster of log built homes with

There was the time she called me at home while she was out shopping to confess in advance. Yeah you read that right. Her call was something like "Hi hunny bunny. I'm in Sears parking lot and I really have to pee. I don't think I can make it to the store and there are too many people to pee on the side of the car. Do you think it's OK if I roll up my sweatshirt and pee on it?" My quick reply... "Well I guess. If you show me later." Another epic boning after the blow by blow description when she got home along with a demonstration on a kitchen chair... It started with "Give me your shirt."

Confession was a huge part in Carol Anne's master plan of feeling good. They say confession is good for the soul but early on in Carol Anne's metamorphosis she learned that is even better for her pussy. I concur wholeheartedly, it was great for my balls. In retrospect I think I understand the entire strategy. Her confessions were necessary in two somewhat different ways. Firstly they allowed her to coyly and innocently open new avenues for sex games - ones that had not been tried before. And it allowed it in a way that she had no guilt or inhibitions about it. The second way was that it w

So you’ve had wild ones too? Then you know The same things that make them crazy fun also can make them toxic and can doom the relationship from before it starts. For me it was a four year roller coaster ride. I’m glad it happened but I couldn’t do it again right now LOL. Oh and there’s more. Watch for new posts. A lot happened during those four years hehe.

In another half hour we packed up and left the dunes. Back at the car, Carol Anne stood next to the passenger door and took off her bikini bottoms, saying "I guess I won't be needing these anymore today." She always knew just what to say to turn my dick into a legitimate boner. She reached down and slid her index finger between her lips then brought it to her own mouth, smacking her lips and and teasing me, saying "I can taste us both hunny bunny." On the way back I got curious and started a conversation "So... just what is so secret about this other secret place?" She started telling me

So far I have written in detail, the general behavior of my past girlfriend Carol Anne as well as our insane relationship. There are some specific events that were too involved and wordy to be included in the previous posts. This is one of my most vivid memories because she kept my dick at full attention for this entire day and I have never had an experience like this - before or after. She was kind of vain and one manifestation was that she did not want to be seen in a bikini without a good tan. So to those ends, she devised a plan. Every spring since she had the ability to get around in

A quick note: I'm not saying you shouldn't read this if you haven't already read the first 2 posts about Carol Anne - The Beginning and The Showoff, but this girl and my time with her was so insane that some of the things I try to explain in those 2 posts could save a lot of confusion LOL. Did I mention that Carol Anne loved sex? Over and over again? And did I mention that she was always horny? I would wake in the middle of the night to her furiously working her pussy and nearly jumping off the bed as her orgasm took control. She made no attempt to be discreet... no attempt to conceal

Carol Anne was horny. I mean she was horny more often than me. And that's a lot. As time went on I saw a side of her where she got very excited by showing herself to me or to others. When showing to others it could not be blatant. What I mean is she would never ever spread her pantiless legs on a train and flash the man sitting 5 feet away. With strangers there had to be distance and she also had to put on an act where she made it seem unintentional. It's hard to explain but that was how she was. She also usually played her showoff games so that the chances were low of her getting caught.

I have been turned on by pee games since I was a teenager but regardless of wishing for a playmate I have had only two ladies who willingly (actually eagerly) played my fantasy games with me. This is a recount of the first one. Waaay back... when I was wild and free I met Carol Anne on a beach while visiting a friend. She looked pretty hot and seemed like fun so I struck up a conversation. She had just broken up with a boyfriend and was not too upset about it. We left the beach for my friend's house down the street. Carol Anne had nowhere to be and neither did I so we hung out for t

Elizabeth went out with my friend Joey. She was very easy to look at. Nice shape, long brown hair, very pretty face. She was a studious girl, well learned and she seemed very straight laced. If my friend wasn't going out with her I would have given her a shot. Joey was into photography and never left his house without a camera (or three). This was back in the ancient days of film... no digital nothing. Joey and Elizabeth were going to the same local college and lived on campus. It was a sprawling campus and had fairly long trails through the woods connecting the various buildings t

Senior year... the most memorable time of my life. Not for the usual reasons. I liked high school and weekends but I will never ever forget Mandy. My name’s Nick but everyone calls me Rusty. No red hair... it’s an abbreviation for a long Italian name. Im a bit geeky, maybe a tad socially awkward. Decent looking I am told. But this story is really about Mandy, my next door neighbor. She’s also somewhat awkward, both socially and physically. She has a cuteish face and a very nice body... great legs and a fine bottom. She is also nerdy like me. You may be thinking