In Sickness..

I am, again sick. You think I would learn: neti pot EVERY DAY. Dammit.

Actually I hate that thing. It's uncomfortable. It's like having water up your nose when you're swimming and I HATE it. Okay? More hand sanitizer.

I am presently at the residence of Lane Stark, millionaire dentist extraordinaire.

Lane is freakishly tall and can balance me on one hand-no mean feat, as you know, Hilda is HEAVY, babies. Heavy. Weighing in at 143.5 pounds, she is-I am heavy, but Lane delights in my boobies. They are a veritable heaven that he cannot seem to keep his hands or mouth OFF of.

So today, as I was dispatching him off to work, I pressed a list into his hand of my sick need-ables. It read like this:
1. colloidial silver
2. cough medicine
3. chocolate cake with white icing
4. Chinese food. Because I am NOT going out today. I just don't wanna.

When he returned, I lay comatose under the sheet (it gets hot here in Tucson). I felt the his hands roving over my body and I lay still and allowed him to explore. He leaned down and kissed me. He was still completely dressed in the grey suit he had left in that morning. I pulled upon his tie and he rewarded me with a long open mouthed kiss.

"Hey, Baby, how was work?" I punctuated this with a cough.

"Eh," he placed his mouth on my right nipple and began to suck and lick.

I moaned.

"Mmm," he said as he brought his mouth over to the left nipple. "I missed you."

"I know!" I laughed. And then began to cough: I needed a tissue. Hack hack. Nose blow.
"All right, you may continue."

He stroked my belly and my inner thighs, following with his mouth. His fingers caressed my little blonde vaggie, followed by his mouth. He slowly licked me up and down and then took each lip in his mouth and sucked briefly before moving to my clit. He licked around and around slowly at first, and then picking up speed, he brought a finger to my opening as he licked me. And then, another. He proceeded to move his fingers in and out as he licked at my clit, back and forth, back and forth. He was rewarded with a song in no time.

And yes, he remained completely dressed.

And then there was Chinese food.

Okay: pork fried rice, cooked just right with tender little chunks of barbecued pork. And tender beef strips with little pea pods. Yum!

Dessert: #3. Tender chunks of chocolate cake with creamy not-too-sweet icing.

And then, there was Lane.

Lane might be described as ethnically Caucasian. He is blonde with blue eyes, rosebud lips, perfectly even white teeth (well, he IS after all, a dentist) and a body that could stop traffic. I mean, really he could, because he IS freakishly tall. When we are out, people stare. He has tiny pink nipples to which I give suck-and a big fat beautiful cock, which gets a similar treatment.

On that night, after dinner, I brought him back into bed, still completely dressed. I lay my hands upon his belt and unbelted it, unfastened his trousers and reached inside. He nearly sprang into my hands, he was so hard. My mouth caressed the giant head, which I could hardly stuff into my mouth and then I worked my tongue upon the small vein that bisected his shaft. Up and down and back and forth, my mouth then covering the head and I worked my hand up and down as I sucked and licked. I could feel him pulsing, his cum shot into my mouth, I swallowed and then I drank a Gatorade (TM) chaser, cucumber lime. Yum!

He kissed me and began going to work upon my nipples again, alternating with kisses as he stroked my inner thighs. Wetting his fingers in his mouth he brought them down to insure wetness as he rolled me onto my stomach and up on my knees, legs spread. He ran his hands over my little bottom and then kissed it. Holding my legs open, he brought his mouth under me and began to lick my pussy. Once I was dripping wet  he tore himself away and up onto his knees, I felt his cock bouncing against my ass. He took hold of it and guided into my entry and began to fuck me as his hand stroked expertly against my clit. In and out, I could not take very much more, as he is, as they say: proportionate! Finally we both exploded and lay exhausted.

Lane is AWEsome!

I remain,

Hilda Stinson