Pocket Lover

Summertime fun by Summerhill Lane

Warning language and content may offend some readers 18+ please

Dear loved ones, this piece was published quite a few months ago, and I wanted to share it again since it is so awesome (I am laughing out loud as I type this). I do not have the typical writers’ block because I can still blab, but my genius is taking a hiatus (another joke). The truth is I need a new muse. Any volunteers?

I love you. Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane

Pocket Lover

He met them all online, these women, young, older, tall, short, blond, brunette, a red head or two.  He could pick who he wanted, it was a veritable banquet of female flesh and yummy, yummy his cock lifted with each new match. 

The qualifying question he always asked before wasting any time getting to know each one was, do you like sex?  An affirmative response lead to other pertinent inquiries of a sexual nature just to weed out those who said yes initially but who really just wanted to be wined and dined.   He had years of practice in this arena and had this patter down pat.  It wouldn’t take long to spot and tag a potential partner for his games and he had a few on the line in one afternoon, an afternoon when he had nothing better to do but fish.

This is all harmless fun, he thought, not caring a bit about these women, they were just there for his amusement and were not real people.  They must be aware what these dating sites were all about, and it wasn’t to find true love and a committed relationship.  It was all about games and hookups.  If there were any out there who were naïve and trusting, well they would learn fast enough what’s what.  

If any woman interested him enough, or should we say, aroused him sufficiently, he would arrange a get together, a sexual encounter to seal the deal with her.  Now he had her and could illicit pleasure and entertainment from her for as long as she allowed before she got fed up and lost her patience with him.  He never planned on seeing any of them a second time.  If he had too many at once to deal with, well he could just use stall tactics and ignore those who he knew were desperate and would wait for him no matter what he said or did.  He liked those kinds the best. 

He was so lucky.  So many women loved and admired him and hung on his every word.  He never had to lift a finger or pay for any dinners or nights out, or buy them flowers, or comfort them when they felt down. He didn’t have to listen when they complained about his neglect but would just move on to another who had kinder more sexual things to say.  Nothing was expected of him, no decisions needed to be made, he had his cake and ate it too.  His pockets were full.

Boy did he laugh when one of them said he was her soul mate and twin, what a joke.  Over active imagination for sure, but she was very sexy and creative and her stories kept him entertained and were very arousing.  It was a shame that she finally got tired of waiting for him to see her. 

She lasted longer than most. 

Published by summerhilllane

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