How I Became a Slut Pt. 03

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I sat up on the couch and glanced at my phone to see the time. The day had been long and seemed to drag, even now, it felt later than it was. I knew if I went to bed now though, even tired as I was, I'd be awake too early. I walked into the kitchen, looking for something to eat, settling on some cheese and crackers and I poured myself another glass of wine to go with it, carrying it back to the couch with me. I curled back up with a blanket and turned my movie back on. When it finally finished, I took care of my dishes and walked through my room to the bathroom. A nice hot shower before I lay in bed should help me relax and sleep, I thought to myself. I turned the water on to get it hot, and popped in one of my lavender and eucalyptus shower melts, letting it begin to work. I walked back into my room and stripped off my clothes, putting them into the hamper and grabbed a fresh towel and washcloth. Stepping in under the water, I let out a moan and my body shivered. I stood there s

Greetings all; the characters in my stories exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows? This is a totally made up love story between a lonely prospector and a pansexual actor, singer, dancer who was performing soul, jazz, blues, and disco music over a hundred and forty years ago. ~~ Friday evening in 1870-something inside Mario's saloon. Tacy was singing a slow soulful rendition of The Arkansas Traveler when a weathered looking man standing at the bar caught her eye. She glanced at him and smiled; he nodded at her. He then waited patiently until she and her four man band finished playing the last song of the set. The drummer, saxophone player, guitar player and pianist left the stage, but she lingered for a few moments to accept tips from men who were no doubt lusting for her. When she finally stepped down onto the saloon floor the outdoorsman approached her and said, "You have a mighty fine singing voice." "Thank you,&q

Follows the 750 Word appetizer "Uncle Quim Comes to Town." You may wish to read that first. "Shall we retreat to the bedroom?" I asked from below, his sturdy body standing over me. My perspective was from beneath his bollocks, his wide, taut cock in the foreground, nearly blocking my view of his face. Uncle's broad, bearded face looked down at me with a smile. "Give me another minute or two of encouragement, Camille, and then let's warm this place up a bit. After that yes, the bed for sure." He nudged his penis towards me, and I took the hint. How much I had missed Uncle Quim! It had been almost a month since I had last tasted his mighty member, his sultry sword of pleasure. The smooth sensation of his penis-head sliding into and out of my mouth, the tactile rush of my tongue slithering wetly along his shaft, this was happiness writ large for me, my own groin involuntarily constricting. He reached down and tweaked a nipple, erect against the roug

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