DDLynn the wondering whore
I had a great weekend. I was feeling a little jealous that a friend of mine was heading to NYC. I figured I could sit and pout all weekend or find something of my own to do. Happily the result is another tail or two for my bed time stories series. I started my weekend at the doc holiday comedy club in Harrisburg, http://www.harrisburgcomedyzone.com/ what a treat that was. I was with my friend that was heading to NYC the next day so it was bitter sweet. But if I cant be having sex laughing is the next best thing. I have no clue of the comics names because the part of my job that I excel at is forgetting who I saw.
The first comic was a guy just learning to be funny, at least he was cute and griped about gas prices which is something we all agree on. The second guy has that new York City Italian attitude which I so dearly love. The head liner was doing his best to act like a senile old guy. Which at times was funny and at times creepy. He kept introducing people of the audience as he made up stories about them. I found this part hysterical, It's a game my family loves to play so it was fun seeing some old guy play it. He was good also. He also had a few great racial jokes, which I love. Maybe it is because my mom raised me with a good helping of polish jokes but I just love racial jokes. I don't really care who they are poking at I just find them to be a way of celebrating our differences and maybe, rarely, grasping a better understanding of each other. The funniest part was where he had us all sing along then waved his arms and made all the white people stop singing, He pointed to a few black people and said "Let the brothers sing, white people just are not made to sing in unison." Then he went on about how we could try but it was just not possible. Sad but true, The only time I can really sing is when someone is licking my puss. I have a bad voice and am tone deaf but make a few sweet sounds then.
So the next day I used my tom-tom and found a sweet park.Conewago Falls, or at least it started with a "c". I took a nice hike along the a canal nature trail. And as usually can not remember or find the name again. But it was near Middletown. I think. Either way it was a nice walk and I found my way home when done. One of these days though I will seduce a fisherman. Hot and sweaty I'll sit down next to him and suddenly be transformed into a sweet smelling sex pot. I am not sure how I justify that in my mind but I want to fuck a fisherman some day after a three mile hike, right in the woods, hot and sweaty, stranger sex.
Sunday I took one look out the window and knew I needed to be on the back of a motor cycle. Perhaps I should have actually stepped outside first to see if it was warm enough. I used yahoo and Imed my neighbor down the street with a single word "ride?" A few minutes back he imed me " I can be there in 15 minutes." I met him at the end of my drive way, not wanting to get his bike dusty. Being topic I kicked him in the rear while mounting his bike.
I used it as an excuse to grab his rear and not let go of it for then next hour. When I ride it is easer if I hold the drivers hips and feel his movements. It's also a sexy turn on. We road to Boyertown and back, via Topton. I don't understand why but there is noting like hanging on the back of a bike and getting beat by the wind. Maybe it is that primitive thing that dogs are going when they hand their heads out car windows.
With a smile frozen on my face we stopped at a diner for something to eat. I asked my friend how my hair looked,
He laughed and like a gentle man told me it looked great. Of course I knew better. An hour on the back of a bike with out a helmet is not a recommended beauty treatment in anyone's book. When we got back to my place I invited him up to my house to warm up. He said he was warm enough. I leaned into him and said
"I am just using that as an excuse so I can seduce you." He grinned and told me that he was after all a little cold. I generally make it a rule not to fuck neighbors but I knew he was single and after a long ride o the bike I needed laid. Upstairs I quickly wrapped myself around his thin muscular body. His kisses were deep and inviting, his movements were very erotic. Hanging on the bike together as we had been the last hour our bodies were already well in sink and my pussy was wet as hell. We slowly undressed each other and I laid him on his back. I layed kisses from his lips to his balls. Slowly and lightly I warmed his dick with my mouth. A few well placed licks later and he said shit. I pulled my mouth off him trying to delay it but he pushed my chest against his dick a quickly cam. We laid together for a few minutes and he quickly sprung to life. I climbed up for a ride and rode off in to the sunset.
The sex was so good I got horny that night and made a booty call. I should have left well enough alone. Mr night time booty call was a little more then I can handle, about three inches and an hour more then I needed after such a busy weekend.
The first comic was a guy just learning to be funny, at least he was cute and griped about gas prices which is something we all agree on. The second guy has that new York City Italian attitude which I so dearly love. The head liner was doing his best to act like a senile old guy. Which at times was funny and at times creepy. He kept introducing people of the audience as he made up stories about them. I found this part hysterical, It's a game my family loves to play so it was fun seeing some old guy play it. He was good also. He also had a few great racial jokes, which I love. Maybe it is because my mom raised me with a good helping of polish jokes but I just love racial jokes. I don't really care who they are poking at I just find them to be a way of celebrating our differences and maybe, rarely, grasping a better understanding of each other. The funniest part was where he had us all sing along then waved his arms and made all the white people stop singing, He pointed to a few black people and said "Let the brothers sing, white people just are not made to sing in unison." Then he went on about how we could try but it was just not possible. Sad but true, The only time I can really sing is when someone is licking my puss. I have a bad voice and am tone deaf but make a few sweet sounds then.
So the next day I used my tom-tom and found a sweet park.Conewago Falls, or at least it started with a "c". I took a nice hike along the a canal nature trail. And as usually can not remember or find the name again. But it was near Middletown. I think. Either way it was a nice walk and I found my way home when done. One of these days though I will seduce a fisherman. Hot and sweaty I'll sit down next to him and suddenly be transformed into a sweet smelling sex pot. I am not sure how I justify that in my mind but I want to fuck a fisherman some day after a three mile hike, right in the woods, hot and sweaty, stranger sex.
Sunday I took one look out the window and knew I needed to be on the back of a motor cycle. Perhaps I should have actually stepped outside first to see if it was warm enough. I used yahoo and Imed my neighbor down the street with a single word "ride?" A few minutes back he imed me " I can be there in 15 minutes." I met him at the end of my drive way, not wanting to get his bike dusty. Being topic I kicked him in the rear while mounting his bike.
I used it as an excuse to grab his rear and not let go of it for then next hour. When I ride it is easer if I hold the drivers hips and feel his movements. It's also a sexy turn on. We road to Boyertown and back, via Topton. I don't understand why but there is noting like hanging on the back of a bike and getting beat by the wind. Maybe it is that primitive thing that dogs are going when they hand their heads out car windows.
With a smile frozen on my face we stopped at a diner for something to eat. I asked my friend how my hair looked,
He laughed and like a gentle man told me it looked great. Of course I knew better. An hour on the back of a bike with out a helmet is not a recommended beauty treatment in anyone's book. When we got back to my place I invited him up to my house to warm up. He said he was warm enough. I leaned into him and said
"I am just using that as an excuse so I can seduce you." He grinned and told me that he was after all a little cold. I generally make it a rule not to fuck neighbors but I knew he was single and after a long ride o the bike I needed laid. Upstairs I quickly wrapped myself around his thin muscular body. His kisses were deep and inviting, his movements were very erotic. Hanging on the bike together as we had been the last hour our bodies were already well in sink and my pussy was wet as hell. We slowly undressed each other and I laid him on his back. I layed kisses from his lips to his balls. Slowly and lightly I warmed his dick with my mouth. A few well placed licks later and he said shit. I pulled my mouth off him trying to delay it but he pushed my chest against his dick a quickly cam. We laid together for a few minutes and he quickly sprung to life. I climbed up for a ride and rode off in to the sunset.
The sex was so good I got horny that night and made a booty call. I should have left well enough alone. Mr night time booty call was a little more then I can handle, about three inches and an hour more then I needed after such a busy weekend.
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