The world in the 21st century has been dominated by chaos, uncertainty, needless wars of aggression, police shootings and protests, economic insecurity, and the prevailing attitude that our lives in America will never again be what they were twenty-thirty years ago.
Once commonly held 'truths' have been smashed and destroyed.
No longer do we take for granted a college degree guarantees a life of middle/upper middle class prosperity; high school graduates without the means to attend college have far fewer options for decent paying jobs - factories and steel mills have virtually disappeared; millions of other well-paying jobs have been off-shored to countries where workers are paid starvation wages so corporations can 'maximize their profits' to ensure their 'bottom lines' remain attractive to the wealthy gamblers on the stock market.
To more-and-more of us in the middle, or who aspire to rise to the middle, the game of life seems rigged against us in favor of those with money and influence, and whose chief accomplishment is sometimes simply being born into wealthy and powerful families.
The American worker, once the back-bone of our great country, is now considered by corporations as an 'expense,' and is treated accordingly. No longer do many companies offer basic benefits like health insurance, nor do they even guarantee a forty-hour workweek.
The majority of Americans now work in the service industry and rely on the kindness of strangers to tip them well enough to supplement their meager salaries and wages.
The list of 'known certainties' grows shorter every day. What do we know for sure anymore? Very few things...
The are only only three things I am certain of beyond a shadow of a doubt:
1) The sun will rise in the east and set in the west.
2) Politicians running for office will smile while making gullible voters outrageous and unrealistic promises, and spew lie-after-lie because they know the media will allow them to get away with those lies; and once they're elected, the wishes of the people who voted for them will be totally ignored as they blindly obey the commands of corporations and the super-rich.
3) Men will always get hard-ons at the slightest provocation, and will request strange and exotic methods to relieve their stiff cocks, and empty their swollen balls.
Not that there is anything wrong with that...you see, I too work in the service industry and rely on donations from men to pay my bills and save money for the future.
I consider myself lucky to be born a sexually amoral person...consensual sex between adults is no one else' concern...if you don't share that philosophy, so be it, simply mind your own business and keep your holier-than-thou sanctimonious opinions and platitudes to yourself.
What is so difficult about that to understand?
When working at the fitness center, every so often, a man will request a massage, lie naked on the table, and while I am kneading and squeezing his flesh he will simultaneously spring a boner and tell me I am a depraved sinner and if I don't change my ways I am doomed to go straight to hell.
At the end of these massages, not once have any of these men of 'high moral rectitude' refused the use of my hands or mouth to relieve their stiffness...practice what you preach people OR shut-the-heck-up!
Oh well, it takes all kinds in this crazy world...
I looked at the clock then checked the roast in the oven and stirred the potatoes. I had already showered so I went to the bedroom to get dressed.
I threw off the robe and stood before the mirror and studied my 'titties'...Billy had told me I needed to exercise my upper body to ensure my chest wouldn't sag or wrinkle so I work-out every day.
I smiled at the reflection of my firm, taut belly, and high-riding breasts...no, they aren't the size of women's breasts, but as Mister X is fond of saying, "A teenage girl would be proud to have your titties!"
Andy had bought me a new outfit so after I slipped into white cotton, string bikini briefs, I pulled-on a tight-fitting, yellow tee shirt which revealed my naval and lower belly and prominently displayed my nipples; then stepped into tiny yellow gym shorts...ha-ha-ha - yes, I looked like someone's pet parakeet, but yellow is one of Andy's favorite colors on me.
I decided to watch the news while I waited. I flipped to the least conservative of the cable news networks...'liberal media' my ass - 'facts' and 'truth' do not have a liberal bias...some people simply 'can't handle the truth' if it conflicts with their view of the world.
I was engrossed in a news story when three light knocks on the door caused my heart to flutter, and sent a shot of adrenaline racing through my body. I rushed to the door, stopped, took a deep gulp of air then opened it.
Andy had been spending a couple nights a week with me for about a month. We no longer have to meet in dimly lit restaurants on the far side of town.
The smile on my boyfriends face melted my insides, and lit up my own face.
His eyes roamed up and down greedily drinking in my skimpy, bright yellow attire.
"Hi there, handsome," I said. "C'mon inside - if you dare!"
He chuckled and kissed my forehead as he slid by me. Once I closed the door he took me in his arms and our lips came together. I threw my arms around his broad back and hugged him close.
In a matter of seconds, I felt his erection against my own. One of my favorite things about Andy is how easily his dick gets hard. I think it's the greatest compliment he can give me.
"It's been too long..." he sighed when our kiss ended.
It was my turn to laugh. "It's only been two days."
"Exactly," he said with a wide smile. "...too long to be apart from you.
His words caused my heart to flutter. I lowered my hand and found the bulge in his slacks then curled my fingers around it and slowly moved my hand back and forth over his entrapped erection.
"If you want," I softly said, "I can take care of your 'problem' right now..."
"No," he said removing my hand from his crotch. "Why don't we wait until later..."
"It's not like your hard-ons are on any endangered species list...I'll definitely make sure you have more than one tonight," I said smiling.
A deep moan came from his throat. "Ohhhh, Johnny, I am counting on that!"
During dinner I was trying to gauge his mood. What does he want to be tonight? The assertive, no-nonsense 'top' first commanding me to my knees then later bending me over and taking me from behind...or the docile submissive, wanting only to serve and satisfy my arousal.
Of course, I am naturally a 'sub' and concern myself with satisfying my man before even considering my own climax, but Andy keeps me off my guard, I am never sure what role he wants to play on any given night.
I inwardly laugh at the irony of it all...with other men, I intentionally assume the persona of their fantasies, I become who they want me to be...but with Andy, you can't really call it role-playing can you if I'm simply allowing him to express his deepest inner desires?
The first clue he gave me of who he was tonight came after dinner when he told me to relax in the living room; that he wanted to show his appreciation for my cooking by cleaning up; he poured me an Amaretto and I reluctantly sat on the living room sofa listening to his busywork in the kitchen.
He came with the bottle, re-filled my glass then went back to the kitchen. I heard him filling a glass with ice so I assumed he was pouring a drink for himself.
I was mildly surprised when he returned to the sofa and was naked except for his boxers; he had stripped so quickly and quietly I hadn't noticed.
He posed before me and asked in kind of a girly-voice, "Do you like what you see?"
