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Late on a warm summer night I want you to put on a sun dress and nothing else and lead me out onto the deck.  I want you to sit me down in a lounge chair, unbutton my shorts, take out my cock, and suck it gently until I am hard.  And then I want you to climb on top of me and sit down, facing me, straddling me, and I want you to slowly lower yourself onto my cock and let me slide inside you.  And I want you to kiss me and hold me while we make love out on the deck by the light of the moon.

One of my readers wanted to know what else happened at the club on Friday, so here's a synopsis, as brief as I can make it:

Shortly after Lauren handed me the napkin and disappeared, another cute girl came up to the bar to order a drink. I was immediately taken by her beautiful red hair, but in contrast to Lauren, this girl seemed kind of shy and didn't seem to be comfortable making eye contact with me (Maybe she was from NYC?). If a girl won't make eye contact, I'll usually just leave her alone, but in this particular case her red hair was so riveting that after about a minute or so I couldn't take it any longer and blurted out, "I love your red hair. It's so pretty."

Well, apparently that was just the ticket, because you should have seen her face light up. All of a sudden she was all smiles and said, "Thank You!" And for the next 10 minutes while we waited for our drinks (the bartender was incredibly busy) we chatted and flirted and basically got along really well. Finally my drink came, and I told her I had to run off for a bit but that I would see her later. She smiled and said sure. And then, in a move of boldness on my part, I leaned in, put my arm around her, and said, "I want to dance with you." Well, apparently that was almost as good as telling her that I liked her hair, because she flashed me another pretty smile and said, "OK!" And with that, I ran off somewhere (probably to the men's room).

When I got back I went out onto the (very large) dance floor and wandered around a bit, looking for her. But it was dark and incredibly crowded so I eventually gave up trying to find her and ended up dancing with some pretty blonde girl for a while. At some point later, as I was trying to make my way through the crowd, the red-haired girl finally found me. And before long I was twirling her around and we were laughing and basically having a lot of fun. That is, until a bouncer came up and asked me to come with him.

Not sure what was up, I left the red-haired girl on the dance floor and followed the bouncer downstairs and out to the main lobby where he told me that he had gotten reports that someone who kinda fit my description had been harassing girls. He said he wasn't sure it was me, but in case it was, he wanted me to understand that he would throw me out if he heard of any more trouble. I told him I didn't think it was me (hell, there were probably 800 people in the place), but that I would try to behave regardless. He said, OK, and let me go.

I made my way back upstairs and the red-haired girl was waiting for me at the top of the steps. She asked what happened and I explained what the bouncer had said. We both looked at each other and shrugged as if to say, "Huh...that's odd." She then asked if I wanted to dance some more, but unfortunately the bouncer had kind of broken my mood a little so I told her that I needed a little break and would find her in a bit.

In retrospect, that was a mistake, because I never did find her again. An hour or two passed, and before I knew it the music stopped, the lights came on, and it was 2am. I wandered around for a while, still looking for her, and even checked out on the sidewalk as people were spilling out of the club on the off chance that she might be waiting outside, but no luck. So when I saw the right bus coming down the street, I hopped it over to the subway station and headed home.

I suppose it's probably just as well that I never found her again. Like Lauren, she probably didn't realize I was married, and I would have hated to waste her night if she had been hoping to hook up with some single guy. Hopefully that's exactly what happened. But from now on I need to always make sure to wear my wedding ring on the proper hand when I'm out at a club so as to eliminate any possibility of confusion.

Well, looks like nothing is going to happen with Lauren, but at least she was very polite about it. And her letter underscores the fact that telling her the truth was definitely the right thing to do.

Yes, it was pretty crazy over there! I really, really appreciate your being so upfront about being married and all. I thought you were pretty cute, but I would rather not go out with someone who is hitched. Anyhoo, I hope you're doing well and I'm sure I'll run into you at the Black Cat again some time. Happy Trails to you!

: )
Lauren

I was standing at the bar at a club last night, waiting for the bartender, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a very cute girl smiling at me, and she handed me a folded-up napkin (pictured above) and said, "This is for you." But by the time I unfolded it and looked at what it said she was gone and I never saw her again.

Now here is my dilemma. Obviously I want to send her an email, but I'm not sure how to tell her that I'm married without making it sound like I'm unavailable. I have to assume that she doesn't know because I was wearing my ring on my right hand last night (I often wear it on my right hand because it's a little too big and it tends to slip off if I wear it on my left hand).

So I need a little help here. Can you give me some suggestions on what I should say so I don't end up scaring her off by mentioning that I have a wife?

Also...note to self: make sure this napkin goes out with the trash Tuesday morning. It would not do to have it lying around the house where it could be discovered.
 

I had an interesting dream last night.  Somehow I was out at a club with a bi girl and she and I were scouting around, trying to find a pretty young thing in her late teens to come home with us.  We wanted to take her home and pamper her and teach her how to have fun and enjoy her body.  Damn, I wish someone had done that to my wife years ago--might have loosened her up a bit.  The problem is the dream ended way too early, and now I'm stuck here at work trying to finish it off in my mind.  I kinda liked the idea of a girl and me working on another girl, a much younger girl, giving her the princess treatment.  I could really get off on that.  Of course, I can't even seem to find one girl to play around with, so two girls at once will probably have to remain a fantasy for the foreseeable future.  But hey, I can at least put it on my list, right?

At a fancy restaurant with a long tablecloth I want to take my foot out of my shoe and slip it up your little black dress. And I want you to spread your legs so I can slide my foot up between your thighs and press it against your crotch, massaging you gently while you look me in the eyes and bite your lip. And I want to keep my foot there when the waiter comes to take your order. And I want to watch you tell him what you want while my foot slowly caresses your pussy and you struggle to keep a straight face.

I want you to strip for me and then I want to watch you masturbate to orgasm.  I want you to come into the room, close the door with a naughty smile on your face, and begin to peel off your sexy little outfit.  One by one I want you to take off each item you're wearing and toss it aside, pausing to let me admire you after each article of clothing comes off.  Take off everything except your little while cotton panties, and then crawl onto the bed, lay down on your back, and begin to pleasure yourself.  Caress your breasts and squeeze your nipples.  Spread your legs and reach your hand down to touch yourself through your panties, pressing and massaging.  Then slip your hand down into your panties and into your slit, getting your fingers wet and continuing to massage yourself.  Then, as your arousal builds, lift your hips and slide your panties off.  Then move your hand back to your pussy and continue where you left off, arching your back, caressing your chest, and bringing yourself to the top.  And when you climax, don't hold back.  Scream and moan and writhe on the bed, knowing that I am watching and enjoying every second of my beautiful girl making love to herself.

A letter to my wife...

I want you to get excited at the thought of touching me and of being touched by me. So excited that you purposely wear sexy clothes to tease me and seduce me. I want to see more skin. More of your beautiful neck, shoulders, and arms. More tight little tops that flatter your perfect breasts and give me a glimpse of your cute tummy when you reach your pretty arms up over your head. I want you to wear tighter jeans, more miniskirts and mini-dresses, and more sandals. Most of all I want you to feel good about yourself, about your desires, and about your beautiful body so that you become aroused just thinking about how good you look. I want you to be so worked up that when we get a free moment together you jump on me because you just can't wait another minute to touch me and to feel my touch.

I want you to throw your arms around me and kiss me deeply and passionately, exploring my mouth with your tongue. I want you to start taking my clothes off in the middle of the kiss, briefly pulling your mouth away only when absolutely necessary to locate a button or to pull something off.

I want you to caress me with passion. Show me that you can't keep your hands off of me. And show me that you need me to touch you too. Make me touch you. Place my hands on your chest. Shove my hand down between your legs. Reach down and touch yourself if my hand moves away, and then grab my hand and place it back where it was.

I want you to kiss me everywhere. My neck, my chest, my arms, my legs, my cock, my balls. I want your mouth to be constantly busy. And I want you to insist on the same from me. I want you to tell me to kiss your neck, your arms, your nipples, your tummy, your thighs, your calves, your pussy. I want you to spread your legs with desire when I go near your crotch with my mouth or my hands. I want you to ask me to lick, kiss, and nibble your inner thighs, your pubic mound, and your labia.

I want to slide my fingers in and out of your vagina, feeling you from the inside, soft, warm, and moist, getting my fingers wet with your juices and feeling your muscles contract and release. I want to taste your pussy. I want to stick my tongue inside. I want to run my tongue up and down the folds of your skin, teasing your clit. And I want you to love it so much that you put your hands behind the back of my head and pull my face into your crotch and wrap your legs tightly around my back. And when your lubrication reaches its peak and your orgasm comes, I want to nuzzle in your wetness and cover my face with it. And afterwards I want you to kiss me deeply and openly, loving the taste of your own sweet juices on my lips.

I want to slide my cock into you and have you spread your legs and lift your hips to take as much of me inside as possible and get as close and physically connected to me as you can. I want you to wrap your arms around me when I am deep inside you and look me in the eyes and kiss me ravenously, nibbling and sucking my lips and my tongue. All the while I want you to squeeze your vaginal muscles as if you're trying to hold onto my cock and keep it inside you forever.

I want you to lick, kiss, and suck my cock and my balls, taking them into your mouth and swirling around with your tongue the way I love to do with your nipples and your clit. I want you to gently lick the sensitive underside of my cock. I want you to wet your lips, place them around my cock, and bob your head up and down so your lips slide up and down my shaft, bringing me toward orgasm. And when I climax, I want to ejaculate into your mouth while you eagerly lap up and swallow every last drop.

I want to do all these things with you and more. But not just in the bedroom. I want to make love to you the living room, the kitchen, the car, at your sister's house, at your parent's house, on the top of a mountain, on the beach at night, on a train.

In short, I want you and I to be each other's naughty playmates, anywhere and anytime the mood strikes us, simply because it's fun and because we love each other and because we can't get enough of each other.

More to come...a lot more...