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All the Crazy Ones Love Me.this story is part of the FanClub (fm:seduction, 4787 words)

Author: Pale Imitation
Added: Jul 06 2006Views / Reads: 1227 / 969 [79%]Story vote: 9.40 (5 votes)
A story about raw sexual need and the repression that comes with temptation. I do my best to avoid any conversation with a gorgeous blonde on the subway, only to end up in her apartment... (reposted with formatting for easier reading).
 


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So there I am. You have to understand, ladies, that there is no way for you to understand. It is simple fact. When men are horny, it isn't just "being in heat," it's a sensation of pressure of aggravated sexual aggression and predator like instincts. It's something so animal that it shames the human moral systems. There are days when I want to fuck everything I see. From 16 year olds with their thongs showing to stringy 50-year old MILF yoga instructors. So there I am, sitting on the train, staring at this ad. It's a "friendly reminder by the Peanut Farmers of America." It says "milk, you owe us big time," or something like that. It's a picture of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. What they're trying to say is that fewer people would drink milk if it weren't for the age-old invention of the PB&J sandwich. So really it's the peanut farmers making a marketing comment to the powerful dairy farmers with all their "Got Milk?" Ads.

I digress. The point is, I'm sitting on the subway, and I've got it all worked out. If I sit with my legs far enough apart, just like the guy sitting one seat away from me, no one will want to sit between us and we'll have all the stretching comfortable room either of us could need. Then the train stops and in steps a glorious (Swedish descent, I reckon) blond in a short denim skirt and a tight green tanktop. And she decides to squeeze her tight little ass down right between us. Neither of us offer any resistance, of course, I mean, she's hot. I can see her lacy black bra strap slinking over her shoulder winking at me like eyelashes. I can see the outline of the lace pressing against the ...

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