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Erotic Story:
The California Fuck
It was early December in
Boston. Cold. Very cold. I'd worked too hard on a project that went bellyup, through no fault of anybody's, so there wasn't even anybody to
get pissed at. The Personnel Nazi was after me to use or lose my
vacation time. So...I went to San Diego. It was as far away from Boston
as I could get without leaving the continent completely. I was no longer
miserable in frigid Boston. I was miserable in sunny San Diego.
I spread my pale body out on
the beach, soaked up the sun, and watched the waves pound. It triggered
an intense period of self-examination that made me even more depressed.
I wallowed, until a shadow was cast over me and I heard someone laugh. I
turned my head. Settled on the blanket next to me was a tan. A blonde
tan wearing sunglasses. He smiled at me with perfect white teeth. "I
won't let you walk out into the ocean and end it all," he said, smiling.
Great, I thought. Pity. I've attracted pity in a blue bikini. I didn't
say anything, so he laid down, propped his head up and sighed. "I can
see getting into your pants isn't going to be easy." I shot a look at
him, then looked down at the swollen pink cockhead that had just poked
out of my bathing suit. "Ah," he said thoughtfully. "Perhaps I was
wrong."
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