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Anything Goes
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Straight Male / 61
Fun Memory From The Early 80s
This isn't really a confession, just a fun memory from the 80s.
In my early twenties I was riding around with a buddy when he lost control and went into a ditch. He didn't get a scratch, but I was banged up some. Nothing severe, but I needed home physical therapy for a few weeks.
The home health care worker who provided the therapy was a petite, fit woman with Asian features who looked very familiar. I couldn't figure out where I had seen her. She didn't wear a name tag until her second visit. When I saw it, her first and last name seemed familiar too, but I still couldn't place her.
After she left, something made me start looking through my porn stash, and lo and behold, I found her in a year old issue of Hustler's Beaver Hunt. Beaver Hunt was for amateur submissions from readers. Each issue showed snapshots or Polaroids of women, taken usually by their boyfriends or husbands. A woman could be identified by her initials or a nickname, but some women used their real names in hopes of being chosen for a bigger photo spread.
Beside each photo, there was a description of the girl's interests, fantasies, and maybe her occupation and location by city. My health care worker listed her interests as horseback riding, sewing, rock concerts, giving head, etc. Her picture showed her stark naked, reclining on a bed holding a pillow. He tits were small but perky, and her legs were spread wide, showing a tiny pussy with lips like flower petals.
The next time she comes we get to talking as she's ther**eutically helping me exercise my leg. I hone in on her interests. I ask her about horses, what kind of things she likes to sew, what concerts she'd been to, and so on. She was fascinated by my insight and said it was crazy how I seemed to ask about the very things she liked. My cock was getting bigger and bigger and really tenting my shorts. She noticed it and her eyes kept darting to it. I said I knew there was something else she was good at. I guided her head down to my cock and she didn't resist. She really did give good head, but I didn't let myself come because I wanted inside her. I wasn't yet able to have regular intercourse so she slipped out of her slacks and faced me. Her little pussy gripped my cock like a warm velvet glove a size too small. She did all the work and I sat back and enjoyed myself. I know it's stereotyping, but when an Asian woman closes her eyes tight and gets that agonized facial expression -- god almighty. All I can say is, I was young, she was my first Asian woman, and I couldn't last long.
I had what I wanted, and before she left I reached under the bed spread that was covering the sofa I was sitting on. I handed her the photo of herself I had cut out of the magazine earlier. I knew it was taking a chance, but I could never resist doing asshole things like that. She didn't get mad, she just laughed and said, "Goddammit, I thought you had to be a wizard or a demon or something to know that much about me!" She said the photo was her boyfriend's idea; she wasn't really that enthused about sending it to the magazine, but she went along. We kept fucking for a while even after I got better. We drifted apart when I left for a better job in another city.
In my early twenties I was riding around with a buddy when he lost control and went into a ditch. He didn't get a scratch, but I was banged up some. Nothing severe, but I needed home physical therapy for a few weeks.
The home health care worker who provided the therapy was a petite, fit woman with Asian features who looked very familiar. I couldn't figure out where I had seen her. She didn't wear a name tag until her second visit. When I saw it, her first and last name seemed familiar too, but I still couldn't place her.
After she left, something made me start looking through my porn stash, and lo and behold, I found her in a year old issue of Hustler's Beaver Hunt. Beaver Hunt was for amateur submissions from readers. Each issue showed snapshots or Polaroids of women, taken usually by their boyfriends or husbands. A woman could be identified by her initials or a nickname, but some women used their real names in hopes of being chosen for a bigger photo spread.
Beside each photo, there was a description of the girl's interests, fantasies, and maybe her occupation and location by city. My health care worker listed her interests as horseback riding, sewing, rock concerts, giving head, etc. Her picture showed her stark naked, reclining on a bed holding a pillow. He tits were small but perky, and her legs were spread wide, showing a tiny pussy with lips like flower petals.
The next time she comes we get to talking as she's ther**eutically helping me exercise my leg. I hone in on her interests. I ask her about horses, what kind of things she likes to sew, what concerts she'd been to, and so on. She was fascinated by my insight and said it was crazy how I seemed to ask about the very things she liked. My cock was getting bigger and bigger and really tenting my shorts. She noticed it and her eyes kept darting to it. I said I knew there was something else she was good at. I guided her head down to my cock and she didn't resist. She really did give good head, but I didn't let myself come because I wanted inside her. I wasn't yet able to have regular intercourse so she slipped out of her slacks and faced me. Her little pussy gripped my cock like a warm velvet glove a size too small. She did all the work and I sat back and enjoyed myself. I know it's stereotyping, but when an Asian woman closes her eyes tight and gets that agonized facial expression -- god almighty. All I can say is, I was young, she was my first Asian woman, and I couldn't last long.
I had what I wanted, and before she left I reached under the bed spread that was covering the sofa I was sitting on. I handed her the photo of herself I had cut out of the magazine earlier. I knew it was taking a chance, but I could never resist doing asshole things like that. She didn't get mad, she just laughed and said, "Goddammit, I thought you had to be a wizard or a demon or something to know that much about me!" She said the photo was her boyfriend's idea; she wasn't really that enthused about sending it to the magazine, but she went along. We kept fucking for a while even after I got better. We drifted apart when I left for a better job in another city.
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