No Shit

All good stories start with "No shit, this is true"

We (Bacall and I) were in Atlanta for the weekend. The other couple were Mike and Sharon.

Mike was good looking guy, the fire chief for the manufacturing arm of a large utility. He had a building with the fire truck on the grounds where he could hole up and stay drunk all day without anyone being the wiser. Mike was a professional drunk. He started evenings with a quart of Jim Beam. If you did not watch him closely, you would not know he was drunk.

I had been spanking Sharon for years and she played with Mike often. Fine with me. Not so fine with Mike as he was possessive in the extreme. All women belonged to Mike. He would have loved to screw Bacall. She liked him, but not in that way. Since I was a switch, I was not worthy of her. 

We are in a motel room having a drink before going out to dinner. I spanked Sharon, she was straddling my left leg. Mike and Bacall were watching. 

When Sharon got up, I immediately knew Mike was going to be royally pissed. Spanking was sexual for her. She left a streak of wetness on the leg of my light gray slacks that could not be missed.

Mike did not say anything, but I could tell he was fuming.

He drove to the restaurant. It was very crowded and had few parking places. Both of the girls exclaimed at once and pointed to an empty place. Steam came out of his ears because girls were telling him where to park.

He started dinner with two double Jim Beam's.

Mike died from his drinking the next year. He was the second Mike we lost to alcohol.

These pictures reminded me of that evening, as I had pussy spanked Sharon many times.

I was 40-something before I knew about pussy spanking. I knew I did not want my equipment spanked. I had no idea that gals liked it.

There are more images that I can not post here.