After working a desk job for too long I am finally back on the right track. I'm typing this post with cramped fingers and a sore back and I am so grateful. I believe that Tyler Durden was absolutely correct when he spoke of "a generation of men being raised by women". All these guys wearing pink shirts and khakis need to have a permanent mushroom stamp embedded right between their eyes. It's okay to do something 'less manly' once in a while, but there are too many so-called guys that have been pusified into touchy-feely school girls who hide behind rules and laws to save themselves from getting bitch slapped for their stupidity. I, for one, am very happy to be able to take a huge step in the other direction. Aside from the change in employment I accomplished many things that some may consider to be outdated or even sexist, but I am all for it.
The weekend started with me driving up to Little Spoon's house for the evening. Without giving too much away let's just say that when the time came she didn't want me to go home and neither did I. The next day my abs and arms were sore and I was dying for a sandwich so I bought her, her kids and I Subway for lunch/breakfast. I was still tired, so things kinda blurred together after that. I taught her two year old how to use a screw driver and even her sister's 6 year old can now properly operate a hammer without crushing fingers. I carried a TV stand all by myself, much to her sister's surprise, and carried Little Spoon to her bedroom after everyone else had gone to bed.
The following morning she insisted on washing my clothes and fixing me supper as payment for everything I had done and helping keep her kids in line when she needed a break. She even fed me bites of her ice cream and her cookie. Yeah, I was that good this weekend. Guys who drive Honda Civics read about stuff like this in romance novels. They bookmark the Vogue Magazine they stole out of the waiting room where they get their hair cut so they can read about it when they're alone in bed. I've been trying my whole life to have a manly epic moment like this. A lot of guys are just demanding jerks, but everything that she did for me this weekend was strictly voluntary. Which made it all that much better.
Sunday night was truly phenomenal. She sent me a sexy picture of her in the bedroom while I was taking a shower. It's one of those pictures that you hang on to for the duration of the relationship or longer. When I finally got to lay down with her though she played hard to get. Saying that "She was tired," or "that she may read her Kindle for a while." Finally I decided to just take what I wanted: her. And that was exactly what she wanted. Before too long I heard her cry out my name followed by those magic, cock-hardening, words "I'm cumming!"
Afterwards she got dressed again and started taking pictures with her phone. First of herself, then me and one of us together. They were all very PG-13, but the process of taking them was a lot of fun. She got to talking about sexy outfits that she had and the topic of a wedding dress that she never got to use came up. I told her that I would love to see it and she hopped out of bed to grab it from the closet. Before she could turn to show me I took off her shirt and asked if I could take a picture of her in the dress. I zipped her up then sat on the bed and pulled her close enough to straddle me.
I gave her the most passionate kiss I could as I scooped her up and laid her down. With one hand I held both of her wrists firmly to the bed and scrunched up the hem of her dress as I nibbled on her neck. She still had not put on any panties and I could tell that she was really enjoying this. The light from the bathroom was still spilling out to where I laid on top of her on the bed. Her forehead was scrunched together and elevated. Mouth hanging open in an 'Ah' sound as she breathed in and out in short bursts. I decided to take this moment to touch her legs with my free hand and stick my tongue in her mouth. We both breathed harder as I slid into her a little deeper. In the final moment, before I came, I remember looking down at those round, soft breasts bouncing and her freshly shaven legs leading down to where I had hiked up her dress. Suddenly I knew that there was no going back and I pulled out and bit down gently on her breast through the thick, frosting-white padding. I felt myself throbbing now in the open air and she asked if I was okay. "Mmmmmm hmmm." I mumbled around her C-cup. I looked up and saw a wide smile on her face as she realized what had just happened. She had waited all weekend for me to cum. "I WIN!!" she announced victoriously.
Despite popular opinion, some girls really do want a man to be manly and do manly things. As a man sometimes you have to go and take what you want. I wanted her and that was exactly what she was hoping for.
I'm sure that some are not going to see the humor in all of this so please leave your complaints in the comments below.
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