A Quickie
Wem der grosse Wurf gelungen,
Eines Freundes Freund zu sein,
Wer ein holdes Weib errungen,
Mische seinen Jubel ein!
Ja, wer auch nur eine Seele
Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund,
Und wer’s nie gekonnt, der stehle
Weinend sich aus deisem Bund.Friedrich von Schiller
I’m sitting here listening to the first movement of Beethoven’s Ninth. Brooding, pensive and mature, it’s what serious music should be. Somewhere, buried in there, is the voice of the creator Himself. Beethoven, frustrated in his love life, visited prostitutes.
I should be catching up on other things rather than posting to this blog, but what the hell. I am shaking. Leslie went over to meet Cindy, Anya and the boyfriend at some event. Yes, things are patched up with Anya now and that’s a good thing. I couldn’t let Leslie leave the house without a powerful orgasm, courtesy of my tongue. Freshly showered and smelling sweet, she was prancing around the room naked, jiggling deliciously everywhere. It started out innocently enough with me simply spreading her legs and inspecting the goods. Then a few tentative licks and in short order I found myself lapping ravenously at her muff, an index finger probing her ass for good measure. My cock protruded like a saber yet I was determined to go down on her and leave it at that. Soon she was gasping in orgasmic ecstasy and pulling away from my tongue, hyper-sensitive to touch. “Do you want my ass?” she asked sweetly. How could I decline? And soon I was up her rear end, bracing myself on her spread legs as she lay on her back. The view of my shaft stretching her tight little spinchter was too much for me and after she came again I was ready to pop. I pulled out prepared to paint her midsection and, oddly, I felt myself in the full throes of orgasm some seconds before the muscles finally decided to contract and inflict my essence upon her.
She’s a good woman.
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