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“When the cat’s away, the mice will play.”
An old proverb. Holding particularly true, when a man goes away, leaving his woman alone. The man hopes that an intangible called faithfulness will hold his woman virtuous. In a way, this places an unfair strain on a healthy young woman’s mind. The hero of this story is a little more broad-minded. He fully expects his girlfriend to keep herself from being overwhelmed by horniness by a judicious use of passing truckers. The problem is mostly in her mind. She believes in faithfulness.
But Mother Nature has its way, and after a number of mental flipflops, our heroine finds not one way, but several of satisfying her normal bodily hungers, without the use of a single man.
Improbable? Things like this really do happen. Want to find out the details? Just read this story.
“Baby . . . I’m gonna really fuck your ears off tonight,” Joe chuckled.
“Shhh! Not so loud!” May hissed, glancing around the diner to see if any of the customers had heard. “I might lose my job.”
“Then you can come on the road with me,” Joe replied.
“Joe … you know I don’t want to do that. I want a house. A place to call my own.”
“Hey, waitress,” a burly driver bellowed from further down the counter. “How’s about another cuppa that battery acid you call coffee?”
“Be right back,” May said hurriedly to Joe. Turning, she saw that the new waitess, Vera, was only a few feet away. The amused smile on Vera’s face told May that Joe’s first comment had been overheard. She blushed, her ears burning. Vera, for some reason May didn’t fully understand, made her nervous. There was something so . . . so knowing about the new girl. Something so bold about the way she looked at men.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.