by Grant Galloway
(9/12/01)
Hi! How are you?
I send you this file in order to have your advice
See you later. Thanks
That's what she wrote, but I knew what she meant. She meant
I love you, I miss you, I need you, I'm appealing to your
dominant side that can never resist handing out advice to young women
in short skirts who ask for it. She had asked for it so
many times -- my help, my adoration, my cock, my passion, my money,
my absolute vulnerability to her when she sat in front of me in that
little black leather skirt and crossed her legs just so. And she
always got everything she wanted from me.
But this time there was a problem. I had heard she was sending this
appeal out to everyone. She had always been an indiscriminate
girl, but I loved her anyway. Katerina, I would tell her,
this is not safe, you must take care, there are viruses in the
world and you are too beautiful to be so careless with your
love. She would laugh, and kiss me, over and over and over again,
until I had no idea where I was, and then she would unzip my
jeans and kneel before me and I would be a fool for love one more
time.
I called her and asked her suspiciously what kind of file?
knowing a hundred other men had asked her this before. My darling,
she said -- funny how she never used my proper name -- it is as
unique a file as you are to me. There are no two men, or
files, or cocks alike in this world. And then she began to
describe my cock in detail. Yours, she said, is the only
one I have known that is exactly 6.78 inches, and has that beautiful
dark line just touching your balls, oh, how I like to run my tongue
down that line. She sighed. Even though I suspected she kept a
little black book of cocks and their corresponding phone numbers, it
is an extraordinarily bizarre trait of grown men -- talk about our
cocks appreciatively, and we're in heat and fourteen years old
again just begging for any girl's touch.
Come over, I told her, with a resigned sigh. I will
give you advice. I closed the blinds, lowered the lights,
and unlocked the door. I knew better. But I began to try to think of
ways to stop what she had been doing. I never wanted her to ask anyone
else for advice ever again.
She arrived in a little red cotton pleated skirt and a white
baby-doll T-shirt that said "Please" across the front
in red sparkles. No one, man or woman, would ever guess that
this was the girl who had asked everyone in the world for
anonymous advice. She looked like a teenager, though I knew she was
twenty-seven. Her sandals were strappy and laced up her ankles, and
when she smiled at me with those pouty lips all I could say was, oh
yes.
Hi! How are you? she said, and then she kissed me, holding
tight to the file that was under her arm. I picked her up, wrapped
her legs around my waist, and carried her over to my bar and sat her
on top of it.
You don't need this file, I warned her, right before I
lifted her skirt and slipped off her panties. I began to journey with
my tongue deep in between her legs, running it over the tiny tuft of
hair on her pussy, sucking on her clit as though I could make her
forget her requests and remember only me.
She leaned back and spread wider and my fingers slid inside of her,
one and then two and then three, and she sighed, but she never put the
file down. She came to orgasm with a delicate oh! and I
thought maybe I had her off-balance enough to listen to me.
But she pulled me up on the bar with her, took off my pants, and
straddled me. I think I said no and even you must stop this
game, but somehow she never heard me. She only lowered her pussy
to the tip of my raging cock and held it there, just touching,
rotating her hips and smiling. My cock circled with her hips and my
mind circled into orbit and then she paused and held the file right in
front of my face.
I could have been a better man. She said read and I read; I
read every word, every comma, every evil thing that she had written in
the file. As she began to rotate her hips and slide down an inch, just
an inch farther on my cock, her juices dripping down and drowning my
rational brain, she said tell me, and I told her everything I
knew, I advised her in ways I have never before advised
anyone in my life.
She laughed and then she slid all the way down my cock with her
pussy, one long stroke, and she had me inside of her and I was
exploding, and right then I knew that no court in the world would
hold me responsible for anything I had said in this state of manic
sexualis.
She slid off of me, wrapped the file around my cock and squeezed
every last drop from me. She straightened her little skirt, kissed me,
and began to move on, whispering as she went out the door --
See you later. Thanks.
