The last couple weeks, we’ve had some interesting encounters, both promising and not so promising which generated four lines that seemed to somehow sum up the events.
“I’m not going to apologize for fucking her too hard”
“I’m not going to apologize for having a big dick”
“You can finger my beer, if you want to”
“It’s stuck in the play position”
The first two, about not apologizing relate to the same event, which SexFairy wrote about just recently in her post “Who’s Your Daddy?”. I loved the sex. Fucking this young blonde while 
SexFairy brought us cocktails, admired from the side of the bed, and even helped put my cock BACK inside the girl’s very wet pussy, was all in all amazing. The girl said afterward that she was in some pain from my fucking her so hard. My first thought, said out loud to SexFairy was “I’m not going to apologize for fucking her too hard.” Later on as we talked about it more, I rephrased to “I’m not going to apologize for having a big dick.” Really, who should apologize for that?!
The next lines came more recently. We met this fantastic couple (we first met them a few months ago, just for drinks) again this weekend. Our first round of drinks came and the woman’s beer had a little fly floating in it, which she removed. Then we noticed a second little fly and I felt compelled to get it out for her. I hesitated remembering it wasn’t my beer that I was about to put my finger into, when she said “You can finger my beer, if you want to.” I passed, on the beer at least.
We four soon found ourselves in the back corner of a dimly lit bar, being well served more rounds of drinks (sans flies). In no time, I had my hand rubbing her crotch as he rubbed SexFairy’s crotch. The girls each exposed their pretty labias. And we played a round of everyone hold everyone else’s breasts. Somewhere along the way one of us said “It’s stuck in the play position,” which we all thought was really funny, though neither SexFairy nor I can recall why! The line certainly was a nice overview of the four of us talking sex and flirting and playing (albeit in public), as well as our times to come.
We hope to see this couple again, very very soon. And next time, in a significantly more private atmosphere, with fewer clothes.
less). She was sexy, with eyes that pulled me in. She kept looking at me, flashing her smile. I kept looking at her. I felt awesome. I felt young and sexy and attractive. My camera clicked a hundred shots that night, most of this her. In one photo she was pulling up her shirt to flash me. She left with her friends, and then came back in alone and pulled her shirt back up exposing her flat stomach, just for me. I reveled in the attention, and so did she.
Okay. SO WHAT? So WHAT is SexFairy was very, shall we say, unimpressed. Admittedly, not without some justification. We got into a mini fight later that night and I passed out alone on a porch facing the ocean, only to return many hours later.