I walked past a display of gummy bears, lusting in my heart for them. But did I buy them? No. It's not in my nature to do so, so I didn't. But of course NOW I'm formulating a fantasy about them, which will come next. So stay tuned, my darling fans. Especially, YOU my "most faithful reader"-this one will be for and about YOU. Even though, it really isn't. This is fiction! I have to keep reminding you all of that!
I also briefly considered potato chips. But when you can get the sensation OF potato chips from the seaweed snacks, why on EARTH would you buy potato chips?
So this is what I got: for the second day in a row, I got an eggplant sandwich. I know. I'm an addict. Eggplant hummus, cucumbers (which were DELIGHTFULLY crisp!), edamame and a Greek salad. I ate half the sandwich, carefully saving and wrapping up the dip and other half of said sandwich to tomorrow's lunch. A little bit of hummus dip for the cucumber, which I didn't finish and also saved for tomorrow and a whole package of the seaweed snacks. You know, you can't just NOT finish the box! Only sixty calories! And I ate a few bites of the Greek salad, keeping the dressing ON THE SIDE. That will also be consumed at lunch tomorrow. God willing (and the crik don't rise!)!
All right. I know. You want to know about the gummy bears.
Billy Ray. Rather an unlikely name for a paramour, I know.
He wore boots, tight jeans and a smile that would knock you on your ass, had you a mind to be knocked there.
My neighbor had dragged me out to Mo's, which is a gay club here in our gayborhood. It was country dance night and lo and behold did she love country dance. And cowboys. (But that's another story.)
We had set sail from her house, appropriately attired in jeans, boots and snap up western blouses that set off our large American breasts. I, tall and slender (well, next to her) and she, short and sassy with a bootie that would NOT quit. So not fair. Her being white and all. I mean. You know cauc. And me being black, but no bootie. Well, of course nobody thinks I'm black anyway. Fuck. My mother IS Swedish!
Even though Mo's is gay, every so often a straight man or two gets in. And that's how I met Billy Ray. He was dancing next to me during a line dance when it switched to a slow tune.
"Dance?" he said.
"Okay," I said bravely, thinking he was gay.
But then, it didn't FEEL gay the way he held me.
"You're straight, then?" I asked.
"Yup," he grinned and dipped me.
"So, how?"
"Gay brother."
"Oh."
"Yeah, I'm in town visiting. It's his birthday."
"Oh, cool. Does he mind that you're with me?"
"Aw heck no, that's him over there," he pointed.
"The little blonde?"
"No, the bigger one."
"Oh yeah, he kind of looks like you. Cute. Wow, they are really going at it."
"That's E.J. for you!" He twirled me around, "He's not going to notice if the roof caves in!"
"Hey, Hilda," Denise came over to me. "I'm going go home with him," she gazed lustfully up at her soon to be conquered one. "You'll be all right, yeah?"
"Oh yeah, dude, it's cool. I got me a live one too." I squeezed Billy Ray's arm.
"All right," she fist bumped me.
"See you tomorrow!" I called as they left.
So that left me with Billy Ray.
We danced some more, and then he suggested we go back to his hotel room.
"All right," I said.
On the way, we stopped at Ralph's and got some Patron, coke and some gummy bears. "I love those things," he confessed.
"They feel so good in your mouth," I agreed. "So chewy delicious."
He was staying at a suite downtown. We rode the elevator UP to the top.
"Penthouse? Really?"
"Well, I am very very rich," he said. "Sorry. It's oil money. Inheritance. I know. I'm sorry." He looked troubled.
"It's okay."
"No. It's awful. And dammit. I just."
"I'm sure you're a great tipper."
He brightened at this. "I am. I tipped the bell boy 200 bucks."
"See?"
"And the bartender 300."
"Okay. That's a little overboard."
"Yeah. I know, but I just feel for people."
"Well, you COULD assassinate all the Republicans!"
He laughed. "Then I'd be killing off half my family!"
"Okay. That's bad. I'm not SERIOUS."
"I know, Hilda. You're fun," he put his hands on my hips, "really fun," and pulled me close and kissed me. "You know, we could wait. You know. We don't have to right now," he said.
"Well, you're here. I'm here."
"Oh. Thank God!" He put my hand to his jeans, "You feel that?"
I did. It was big. "Wow," was all I could say.
"I'm go'n give it to you like it's never been given," he said, unsnapping my blouse. "Wow, these are nice," he said, kissing the tops of my breasts. He reached behind and undid my bra.
"You've done this before," I said.
"I can't fool you," he grinned.
He took off my jeans and then carried me to the big round bed.
"I like these panties," he said. "I'm going to eat them off you, a'course."
He lay me down and proceeded to do just that, eventually he got them off with his teeth. No mean feat!
I moaned with pleasure as he licked my bare inner thighs and then ran his tongue up to my labia and inside. He licked and licked at my little clit, back and forth, around and around, until he made me sing.
He was still dressed.
Carefully he removed his boots, then his jeans and his shirt. He wore red silk boxers with little brown polka dots all over them. He brought his pelvis up close to my face, so that all I could see were little brown dots on a background of bright red-and in that, a huge protrusion underneath that I stroked with my hand. "Silky," I said. And then, I put my mouth on the silk over the protrusion that jutted out so thickly and then my hands were moving over the silk in unison with my mouth, until he could take it no longer and he ripped his shorts right off his body. The feel of his bare cock in my mouth was sublime. Up and down the shaft, my lips pulled his foreskin back to reveal a thick ridged head where I found his frenulum and licked madly- and then I went down to the base as I cupped his balls. Up and down, he moaned with pleasure-and then I felt him harden even more and he said, "I'm going to come," and he did, deep into my throat.
"Here, have a bear," he opened the package and fed me a bear. Then he kissed me. "Mmm. I love that." He then said, "Lie down. You're going to like this." He placed the bears all over my body. And then ate them off of me.
"Um, you're going to have to brush your teeth before you," I reminded him.
"Oh, yeah. Right. Sugar down there. No good," he walked into the bathroom, brushed and mouth washed himself and came back.
"Now you taste like toothpaste!"
"That's all right, pretty soon, I'm going to taste like Hilda, so don't you be fretting a whit." He took a breast in hand and sucked upon it. "Hoo whee, so fine, baby, so fine," and then he sucked on the other briefly. "I really like these," he cupped them together so that he could suck on both nipples at once. He began licking the nipples together, back and forth. "Lie down," he commanded.
I did.
He ran his hand over my stomach and down toward my little blonde pouf. He took his finger and wrapped it around my pouf and then took a playful lick right under it. "Oh. Sweet, so sweet," he said, moving to position his head between my legs. He licked me again and again, making me come so hard that I could barely breath. "Now, I'm go'n fuck you." He
ran his hand up his cock to make it harder and brought it to my mouth, "suck it, make it harder."
So I took his penis in my mouth and made sure that I pushed the foreskin back carefully with my mouth and then down to the base, again and again, then licking at his frenulum moving my hands up and down as I licked and sucked at the head.
"Whoa!" he pulled it out of my mouth. "I still need to fuck you," he lay me flat, ran his hand over my little blonde vaggie, "wet," he said, and bent to lick me a little more-and then, taking his cock in his hand, he guided it in. It barely went it was so thick, but he moved slowly and carefully so as not to hurt me. When it became apparent that I was enjoying the feel of his cock, he went faster and faster, until-he spent, inside me. And I contracted around him for a bit, "Is this all right?" I asked.
"Yeah, I love it," he said. "Gummy bear, gimme a bear!"
I popped one in his mouth.
We didn't need the Patron after all.
Go figure.
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
That Billy Ray character needs to learn to last long enough to pleasure poor Hilda.
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