1. Two Conversations


    Date: 10/7/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: katlover1975, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    A few days ago, I overhead two teenage boys talking at a nearby table at a restaurant where I was having lunch. Says the first boy, “Last night, my girlfriend called me at three A.M. to tell me she can’t sleep.” At 39, I know a thing or two about why women like me call their boyfriends at three in the morning. When we say we can’t sleep, it means our men are very much on our minds and we miss them and we are horny as hell and we wish they were in our beds with us. So I figured that boy number one was about to boast to boy number two, about how horny his girlfriend was and how she drove over to his place half naked and they had the most amazing sex of his life. So I was shocked when boy number two replied, “That fuckin’ bitch is crazy.” I was even more surprised when boy number one replied, “I know. I told her that. I said, ‘You crazy bitch! You can’t sleep, so you gotta make sure I can’t sleep either? You’re so fucked up, bitch.’” “Did that shut the bitch up?” asked boy number two. Boy number one: “No man. The bitch started to cry! Something about why don’t you love me anymore?” Boy number two: “I told you that fuckin’ bitch is fuckin’ crazy, man!” I so wanted to tell these boys that their attitude is going to make them miss out on a whole lot of sweet sexual memories that they would cherish for a lifetime. And that it was going to be a long time, if ever, before boy number one gets laid again, after the way he treated the girl whose only “crime” was that she wanted to ...
    take a three A.M. cock ride on him. But I remembered that when I was a teenager, you couldn’t tell me anything, either. So I said nothing. Better that both of them never, ever find love, and thus remove themselves and their stupid, ignorant attitude permanently from the gene pool. The next night, I decided to try a little experiment with my own boyfriend, Vince. At 35, he’s much more mature and sexually intelligent than those two teenage boys. So I called him at three A.M. to see what would happen. “Hi, Vince,” I began. “It’s me, Justy.” “What’s the matter, baby?” Already this conversation was going way better than the one that teenager number one had with his girlfriend a couple of nights before. “It’s just that I can’t sleep,” I continued. “How can I help?” “Well, that deep, sexy baritone voice of yours is helping already. So soothing, so calming.” “Will my talking to you help you sleep?” “Well---“ “Or would it help you relax if I came over there and let my tongue pamper and spoil that pretty little pussy of yours?” “Mmm, baby, that would help me feel a million times better.” “You can’t sleep because you miss me?” I could almost seeing him grinning over the phone. “I do miss you.” Then after a pause, I continued, “And I miss what that big beautiful hard cock of yours does to me.” “I can be over there in fifteen minutes.” “Make it ten.” Twelve minutes later, there was a knock at my front door. I greeted Vince at the front door in my tiniest, sheerest red lace bra and panties, ...
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