Zorro in Medicine Bow?  

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2/10/2006 6:13 pm

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Zorro in Medicine Bow?


What the Hell am I doing going to Medicine Bow!? Asking myself that just to hear my own thoughts..'Cause they were in the Casper ones and they asked...oh yeah.
Wear sexy undies for a contest, no whitie tighties, they said. So running into Pizazz, I ask they owner where she kept her "sexy unduveah" I said in my german lady voice. She pointed, I grabbed and was out the door and in my car. Just will make it.
In Medicine Bow...the Virginian, I snoop around, find the back room, see slpless and some of the others I'd met elsewhere, as an observer..invitee.
I check into my room, quick change as I am so used to anymore...there were times I had to get undressed and dressed while driving - gads you can imagine what woulda happened if I got pulled over in my nudies! Anyway back to reality (?) I pull out the package from the bag...Nooo!!!! A black thong! Oh My God! Me in a black thong is like Yoda in a black thong, if you would imagine! Well it WILL go with my Zorro outfit...and (hopefully) they will be much too drunk to give a shite...so on they went. Here I've spent my whole life avoiding the death snuggie that all my friends became acquainted with...only to give one to myself! If Wyobiker or someone else show's up I will NEVER, NEVER live this down...but again they just might be too drunk...Okay I'm in my black butt floss, so here we go... The things we do for a good time, and a half a century old at that!
We all met in the back room and exchanged funny little stories,,,to break the ice...and to get my mind of this THING jammed up the crack of my heiney! What? My turn? Ok:
Well, there I was engaged into the heavy act of amoure' Our tempo was heating up, her lips darked with the intoxication of my strokes...slow and deep,,,then fast and shallow,
when all of a sudden I get a foot cramp! "God", I hollered, and grimacing with a death look. And I'm trying to be polite, and all the while shes thinking that her chemistry was really getting to my, so she begins to cum! Hard! And I was NOT about to tell her, that is wasn't her...she's cumming like a banshee, and I don't even KNOW what a banshee IS! And I jump off and start doing the stomping one HAS to do to kill the foot cramp, and she thinks I'm dancing with joy from the enormous rapture she had bestowed the little dwarf of England!
They enjoyed that and we saw some very, very sexy costumes. Got to play some hard candy games. Drank into the night. The ebb and fall of people coming in and out (pun unintended again), till the wee hours of the evening. Knowing the rules of the closed door policies, and the cracked door policies...and there were none cracked,,,I went up to my room. To bed.
Its okay. I don't have to get laid to have fun!
Next morning, we are all having a WONDERFUL breakfast, and I, sitting with a nice couple, noted that I'd seen no cracked doors. And the lady of the couple mentioned, "you know this IS a hotel and people can't very well crack a door open with all the other people running around.
She looked at me and says' "Hmmmm" scanning my blue eyes (actually they're more blue and bloodshot, but..)and my mouth and my eyes again.
and slyly inquired, "Sword (really warm sexy voice, here)would you like to come up...to our room in a bit? My heart knew the answer, as we've
chatted before, had nice eyes (what IS it about eyes!?), and in my very controlled (I think) voice, slowly sipped my coffee, and hummed a -try-not-to-appear=too-anxious voice, sure. She told me what room number and slid away....I, nonchalantly wicked my self out of the dining room...when out of site: RAN LIKE A SONUVABITCH to the restroom, check out all my hygienics (well! It's early in the morning, and I AM a fella!), checked my blood sugar..ooh, well higher is better than lower, and skated up to their room.
Tap! Tap! Tap! "Come one in Sword!" And as the door eased open, there she was being warmed up in that cozy little double bed, famous from all the western TV series. "Well, hurry up, you cute little man. Well, there I am, dressed in my HEAVY woollies, peeling them down too my red union suit...you know the ones that button all the way up front, and have the poop flap in the back? It was near zero, and the rooms weren't all that hotsy totsie. Her friend was warming her from the back. She opened a flap for me...I love being small...makes it kinda cuddly, as draws me in. Her body was already heated up and she was so yummy...and smooth. She kissed me, with soft warm pillows of lips, and her rusty read hair flowed all over. The alabaster skin...the kind people with red hair have, and the yummy warm breasts yielded to my touch...What a wonderful experience this is, I let me thoughts remind me of how wonderful Life, and People can be. Her attention was not being neglected from her partner, as the friction of his touches forced her moans to shudder through me, then her, and him as well. Then she worked and snaked herself to my wakening dagger of life, and took it into her mouth! Such a lovely scabbard of warm velvet encased it. And the dagger just felt the temper of my steel harden. She had to mount it, and I...could not argue!
You know that moment? That moment when the tip of the sword just grazes the opening, and that sudden flush as it enters the flesh? Petite Amour', the sweet death! And she collects her bounty. And collects the taxes of the sweat being wrought! Her robber baron friend collects his dues from her...from her "other" bank. And she is drunk with power, of submission. And as the glory of a sunset must always do, a crescendo, and beam of warmth, and subsides. The aftermath of the cuddle, the sweet chuckles that is sometimes surfaced without will comes forth and
we embraced that moment as well.
"Thank you, little yellow Yoda!", she teased. "Oh no! Thank you Scarlet woman and thanks for reminding me that Life should be squeezed, with barriers dropped, and with joy.
Man! Was that a load or what!?
Sword
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