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Click here"Uh-huh. So not really an anal virgin, then." His smirk became a yawn.
"Still counts." I yawned too. "I don't think I'm up for any testing of that tonight, though."
"That's all right." He gave me a wink and a cheeky kiss. "Don't hog all the duvet."
"Charming! You're the one with the epic long legs and arms. But no, accuse the girl..."
"I'd heard things about you too, you know."
"Oh, god..."
"Don't worry! It was all good. Except for a tendency to roll up inallthe bedding, apparently..."
"Was that Mark? He exaggerates! Come here. You keep me warm, then."
We curled up together, and slept. In the morning, we went to breakfast separately. Steve and I managed to look surprised to see each other, as I sat opposite Maz with my coffee. She probably wasn't fooled! But we're grown-ups. Who's consensually shagged whom really doesn't matter.
Dick size doesn't really matter either. A kind, thoughtful guy with a dirty mind, and willingness to think about giving pleasure, is all I need.
Or a woman. But if Steve happened to be in the same city as me again, I'd thoroughly enjoy introducing him to strap-on joy. Even if he did only want to be on the giving end.
As it turned out, I never slept with him again -- he found 'a great lass', and a couple years later I was invited to their wedding, along with my new plus-one.
Don't worry, we were all perfectly well behaved. Except for a moment when Steve whispered drunkenly in my ear, "I owe you one! What do you want to drink?"
"Why?"
Steve beamed, with all the joy of a newly-married man anticipating his honeymoon. "She really loves a good, hard, pounding!" He thrust his pelvis at me, making the point, and winked.
I love a happy ending.
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- COMMENTS
Kumquatqueen7 days agoAuthor@madelinemasoch It's from The Lost Boys. David (Kiefer) offers rice (or is it?) to Michael, with the words "Tell me, Michael. How could a billion Chinese people be wrong?"
madelinemasoch8 days agoNot bad. I read this because I really wanted to see what the small dick guy did to get her off, and I wasn't disappointed. I didn't get the Kiefer Sunderland reference–what's that from?
SilverFoxMulletabout 2 months agoLovely story. The dialog sounded exactly like old friends catching up.
nthusiastic3 months agoJust confirms my theory that the skill of a gentleman is inversely proportional to the size of his equipment. The best lover I ever had was virtually impotent, but he certainly rocked my world! Provided the most amazing orgasms! Almost every man I’ve met with a large cock used it like a club. Ugh. No thank you! Whatever the opposite of a size queen is, that’s me. Of course, I’m rather petite in general. If only Steve had lived on my side of the Atlantic, sigh . . . Anyway, thanks for sharing your talents with us and it was great reading about my preference, for a change. LOL!
Omenainen3 months agoSo good! Points to him for learning to compensate. Loved the sex positivity. Thanks for posting this in my event.
