I have read the forum for many years and didn't think that I would ever write. Well, today after years of not writing I figured that it was time that I put pen to paper and wrote a letter.
After deciding that I would write a letter I had to find something to write about. I would try my best. And this post just reminded me of a story.
Just like some of the people that write here I too am a skilled tradesman. I am a toolmaker by trade. Unfortunately, my job puts me in contact with very few women. Mostly I talk to my co-workers and my foreman, but many hours are spent thinking about women that are not my wife. Most of the day, however I spend working making stamping tooling. At the end of the day I usually head home. Sometimes I stop at a store to buy beer or a restaurant to pickup dinner for my family.
On the way home not too long ago, I stopped into the local chicken shack to get a bucket of chicken and some potatoes. I asked for the potatoes without butter because they are usually very greasy. The attractive blond behind the counter gave me a smile. "I like mine without butter too" she said. I imagined we both had the same idea repurposing that butter, though when I slipper her my card with a $2 tip I had some doubts.
Later, after my family had finished eating dinner and my wife had stood up to clean up the kitchen table, I pinched her butt. When she looked down at me, I tried to wink. I can only get it right about half the time, but my wife knows what I wanted. She smiled, but it made me remember the look in that attractive blondes eyes. I needed a drink.
Later, after the kids went to bed, I took a warm shower so that I could wash off some of the grime of the shop and sneak a few pulls off the bottle of hooch I hide in the toilet. My wife was in bed without her P.J.'s on. I slid in beside her and gently stroked her back hair. She rolled back toward me and I could feel the heat of her massive body. We began to make love and it certainly felt adequate as I didn’t want to bother kissing her mouth or pelt to see if she’d let me try the back entrance . Eventually, I got to thinking about that blond at the chicken shack and how cute she looked.
Soon I envisioned the blond rubbing the butter all over my platinum member and then inserting it into her pie hole. The thought of that smooth butter and her mouth suction allowed me to reach orgasm before my wife tired of my gyrations. My wife said that it felt fantastic.
I hadn’t asked.
Much like these noobs posting complaints.
I’m gonna go smoke a cigar now.
