Mr. Interesting

It was 4:30 p.m. and Mr. Interesting was at his desk working out a few last minute details on the plans for the moxy poxy neutralizing gun when who should enter his laboratory chamber doors but Ms. Lilly Horny, the middle-aged floozy from management. In stark contrast to Mr. Interesting’s faded blue jeans, blue collared shirt and white lab coat Ms. Horny boasted about in 5” platform heels attached to clear fluorescent pink tops, a blousy ruffle (I mean ruffly blouse) cut all the way down past what any woman would consider decent in a fuscia pink to match her shoes and a tight, straight as a pencil skirt that barely covered her round and ample ass.

Generally when Ms. Horny was around it was to formalize new procedures or give Mr. Interesting a head’s up about upcoming project bids or, if she was feeling ultra-generous, she’d even clue him in on any management changes. Today; however, she didn’t look like she wanted to talk business at all – today, she looked like she was the one looking for information.

“Mr. Interesting, how are you this fine and sunshiny day?” she asked.

“Well, Ms. Horny, the plans for the moxy poxy neutralizing gun are nearly completed if you’d like to take that up the food chain” he responded.

“Hmmm….I’m sure they would be interested in that, Mr. Interesting, but I was more inclined to ask about you.”

“Me?”

“Why yes, you. I’ve noticed that you’ve been spending a lot of time here at the office and was wondering what your wife thought about it.”

“My wife, I don’t have a wife Ms. Horny.”

“Oh, is that so now, Mr. Interesting. Well, in that case things can get a whole lotta interesting in here.”

Ms. Horny turned on the radio and began swaying her hips as she made her way behind Mr. Interesting’s desk. Wiggling in between the sitting Mr. Interesting and his work, she placed her ample ass on his plans, with one leg placed on each side of his chair so that he could see right up her skirt!

“Oh, my, Ms. Horny – do you really think you should be sitting here, like that?” exclaimed Mr. Interesting.

“Well…um….(sucking her fingers one by one slowly looking for the answer)…why, yes, Mr. Interesting” she answered between licks.

Taking a quick peak between her legs, he noticed she was wearing a tiny, soft white thong with the smallest piece of material holding them together he’d ever seen. And if that wasn’t enough, she slowly leaned forward bending in such a manner that he could very plainly see the barely there bra beneath her low cut blouse.

Now, an ordinary man would not hesitate when such an invitation at debauchery was quite clearly staring him in the face, Mr. Interesting, interestingly enough, was not. Not interested, that is. As a matter of fact, Mr. Interesting was, in fact, apathetic…clearly showing no interest, no concern, no care in just about everything in his life, whether mundane or exciting. This was what clearly enticed Ms. Horny – what a catch he could be, this man who showed no interest named Interesting.

Ms. Horny had been coy with her clues for months now. As a matter of fact, she had her way with just about the entire male staff at the organization…and a few of the women too. But, for some reason the only one she really wanted to give her the time of day was Mr. Interesting…like a diabetic who can’t have that piece of chocolate, that’s how she wanted Mr. Interesting.

Mr. Interesting was about 6’ 1” 200 lbs and you could see his military days in his short, close to the scalp cropped hair. His clothes always smelled of fabric softener and Old Spice, a combination that reminded her of when she was much younger. He remained extremely focused on whatever work task was at hand and Ms. Horny just didn’t seem to be able to subtly turn his attention to her, so it looked like unsubtle would be where that leaves us now.

“Mr. Interesting, how about you put a hand on my tit and we talk about the first thing that pops up?” she said with a wicked smile.

“Um, I don’t think that would be appropriate, Ms. Horny” he quietly replied.

“What do I need to do, order you to touch me?” she asked.

“No, I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Okay, let’s see – I’ve fucked every man in this building. I didn’t have any trouble doing it, so how about you take care of me now!”

With that Mr. Interesting became, how should we say…interested. For months he’d seen Ms. Horny wiggle around the office in her power suits that left little to the imagination, high heels with black fishnet stockings, see through blouses peaking from beneath her jackets…but today she’d left her jacket behind. Her tits were jiggling with every bounce in her step. He’d been spending the last several weeks hiding his hard ons from her and the other staff at their weekly meetings…no way did he know she was interested in him. He’d seen her with dozens of other guys at the office…but today must be his lucky day.

Taking her legs he slid them over his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy. Sweet, wet and warm he licked slowly up and down, he nipped at her clit with his teeth – her breathing was deeper and when he knew she was about to cum she pushed him away.

“No, not yet – I’ve waited for you for so long, I don’t want to cum so quickly.”

She pulled her legs off his shoulders and rolled his chair back; sliding off his desk she pulled at Mr. Interesting’s zipper and exposed his hard cock. Staring into Mr. Interesting’s eyes she squatted down in front of him and began licking his shaft, base to head, head to base over and over until he thought he’d have to jamb his cock in her mouth to get her to take it all – just when he thought that was his only option she put her mouth on him and sucked his entire cock down her throat. The head of his cock was rubbing from the roof of her mouth to the back of her throat – she was deep throating him like he’d only felt a few times in his life before. Most women were a bit afraid of trying this on his thick cock – but obviously not Ms. Horny. She was sucking and pulling, licking and stroking with perfect timing between her warm, wet mouth and her slippery hands.

“Oh, Ms. Horny – you’re a professional at this” he said breathlessly.

Ms. Horny never broke a stroke and just continued sucking and pulling on his cock until he exploded into her mouth. She swallowed, his dick still in her throat – once, twice, then licked his head until every inch of his cock was cleaned.

Not wanting Ms. Horny to feel unsatisfied, he pulled her off the floor. Pulling her up he put his hands on her ass and leaned into kiss her, she turned her head.

“Mmmm, no kissing on the lips – just sex” she said.

Whatever she wanted. With that he pulled her in towards him and put his mouth on her neck, then her shoulders, slowly moving down to her glorious tits. Finally pulling her blouse and bra back he took a nipple into his mouth and suckled, lightly biting and sucking on each one until they were both hard and at attention. His cock was recovering and as she began moving her hands down towards his pants he was already halfway toward hard and ready for round two.

She moved her hands expertly up and down his cock until he was hard and ready. Bending over his desk she pulled her skirt over her ass and said, “fuck me, Mr. Interesting, fuck me hard.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Well, he didn’t need to be told twice. He slid his hard cock into her soft, sweet cunt and pumped hard, but as hard as he slammed into her ass, she was pushing back with equal force. The slapping was causing his lights to turn on and off, on and off, damn “The Clapper” he thought as he closed his eyes to the flashing. Ms. Horny’s moans were getting louder and quicker, “I’m cumming” she screamed “I’m cumming!” Mr. Interesting put his index finger on her clit and rubbed it in rhythm to their pumps, he could feel the warm squirts as Ms. Horny came on his cock, wet and slick it was all he needed to release his second load into her.

As he pulled out she put her skirt back down, straightened her blouse and put on her thong.

With not a hair out of place she turned and walked toward the door, turning she said, “Mr. Interesting, you do fine work. Management just wanted to let you know how appreciated you are” as she closed the door behind her.

Mr. Interesting zipped his pants back up, sat down and grabbed a pencil. With no sign of emotion on his face, he finished the project, clapped and locked up for the night.

The Pool Room

"Hey gorgeous, we’re heading out tonight. I’ll pick you up at the studio an hour after you close. That should give you plenty of time to get ready” was the only thing he told me when he called earlier in the day. Now, as I’m waiting I’m getting more and more curious. Curious about where my evening will take me and what might be in store for us. Mundane is not in his vocabulary and he keeps me on my toes with his plans. I’d love to know when he has the time to make them all.

I’ve really only known him for six months, six months of many teasing emails, secrets shared, and playing between us. I’m a bit out of his league, according to him. He’s young and I’m afraid that he may have me confused with one of his younger girlfriends. While I love a good time and enjoy a surprise, I really hope he remembers that I’m 25 with 20 years experience and not simply 25.

After six months without, I know he’s ready to burst. So am I. It really makes me wonder why we’re going out at all. I’d much rather we lock ourselves in the house with some fresh fruit and plenty to drink so we can keep up with what we’ve been missing for so long. We can go out tomorrow – let’s stay in tonight…or maybe we could go out next week?

It’s a great, mid-June day – it’s warm with the sun setting in the distance, giving us shades of purple, blue and orange to watch change when we ride. I raided my closet and found a short black skirt that reaches mid-thigh, a little spaghetti strap tank top that shows a little extra cleavage, covered by a white button down men’s dress shirt – sans buttons. My ample breasts are peeking out of the top of my tank as I decide to forego my bra this evening. Underneath the skirt is a white silky thong, he likes white.

The warm breeze surrounds me and my senses are alert to the sound of a motorcycle when I see him gliding around the corner. He’s wearing dark blue jeans and a skin tight black wife beater under an open leather jacket. Ummm, as he’s riding closer I can’t help but daydream of his chest and how I want to be pulled into that body with his hands wrapping securely around me. As I try to throw my leg over the back of the bike I realize that my skirt is too tight to allow this so I hike it up so that it barely hugs my smooth, round ass. This time as I throw my leg over I make sure I give a very good view of the thin white material covering my mound.

As we are driving there’s no way to talk, the bike is just too loud. I would love to know where we are going – right now the only acceptable response is a hotel, but no answers are forthcoming as anything more than a hand gesture is not an option.

I so want to squeeze you, to feel your broad shoulders wrap around me and keep me warm. Instead, sitting behind you, I slowly inch my hands down your stomach, trying not to be obvious, but just barely touching you, trying to tease you and make you as frustrated as I am. If I you won’t work with me, I’ll work against you and hopefully get you to pull into the nearest hotel or, hell, you could just pull over right here for all I care.

The exhaust of the bike is torture as it vibrates every time you accelerate. I don’t want to take it anymore, I’ve been waiting for you for so long – I need to touch you just to make sure you know where I stand. I slide my hand down and let you know my intentions this evening.

Your left hand comes off the clutch and driving with one hand you reach down and place it on my bare calf, slowly glancing your way I savor the warm feel of it on my smooth legs. My skin warm to your touch despite the 60 mph wind that is making my nipples stand out strong, pressing through your shirt and jacket.

With my free hand I can feel you growing thick through your jeans, and it’s that thick cock that I crave. Your hand reaches to my knee and continues back to the inside of my thigh. You contort your arm to get the right angle as you slide your fingers under my skirt, ‘so he did take notice’ I think as you apply pressure to my clit through my thong, now wet with my desire for you. You shift into neutral and let the bike cruise pressing me harder with your other hand, then you rev the engine, “Oh my God” I think as I nearly cum from the vibration. You continue to rev the bike, 2,000, 3,000, 4,000 RPMs, I give your prick a good squeeze in my effort to tell you "Fuck me.......NOW!"

Feeling your hard cock ripping through your pants is the last straw, I cum, my fluids leaking through my thong, soaking the thin silk all the way through. Your hand is wet as you pull it back around to your lips and lick your fingers clean one at a time. Seeing this, I can only dream of what I really want your tongue to be doing right now.

He pulls the bike into an old gravel parking lot. It’s a pool hall with a small bar in the back, but it’s closed. He slowly drives the bike around to the back to park when a door opens, held by a gentleman in his mid 50's. "Thanks Pat," he says as he leads me past the door with his hand never leaving the small of my back, "I'll lock up when we're done."

"Anytime," is Pat's only response as he leaves. It looks like we have the place all to ourselves, just me and my familiar stranger. A man who has made you cum so many times before, but who never literally touched me. A man that I’ve thought about while my boyfriend fucked me in every possible position I could think of, just to imagine how it would feel with…with the guy standing in front of me. Now, finally, he's mine. God help this man, he’s going to need it.

He sets up a game of Eight Ball and asks, "Do you prefer your rack tight or loose?" You can only smile at his question. I break. The game begins with casual conversation, how has he been, how have I been, is he settled yet now that he’s back home, how was his flight, typical conversation. Then I realize we have the entire place to ourselves. It’s after normal business hours, the bar, the register, the juke box...everything is here, and as far as I know I’m the only person he knows in the area.

"How’d you pull all this off?" I ask.

"The owner used to live on Long Island. He taught me a lot when I was in high school. If I wasn't working I was at his joint. He’s a nice guy and…this just happened to be convenient. Of course, I’m renting the place and Pat will probably ask some sort of favor, but that’s all right.

I lean down to take a shot. Paying more attention to how far you are bending over to show off my 36” inseam and shapely ass, I miss the short horribly, get up and laugh it off.

“I told you I was horrible."

As I turn around I notice he’s staring straight down. One eyebrow raised and his mouth half open.

"What?" you ask.

“Sorry, I got – um, distracted,” he replied “I thought I saw something glowing in the black light."

"My shirt?" I replied.

"Not quite."

That was when I remembered what I put on under my skirt. Until now I hadn't thought about it at all. I had forgotten that black lights make all things white glow blue. I smiled, my skirt must be shorter than I had realized. He takes his shot and sinks another.

"You do realize that you’re supposed to let me win, right?" I said.

"Do you want to be here all night?" He pokes fun at me.

"Well, the thought has crossed my mind.”

"You’re doing fine. You just need a little help” he said as he pocketed the three ball.

Sliding in behind me he wrapped his arms gently around me, holding his hand against my stomach. His touch is soft, almost caressing as he places his hands over mine and takes hold of the cue. Together, leaning down, I can feel his body pressing comfortably into mine. I line up the shot and as I press back I can feel him growing again. He is getting hard against my thigh. Not wanting him to focus on anything else, I push my ass back to him and begin to grind against him. I realigned the shot several times I sink the nine ball, as a thank you I slid my ass up and down his cock one more time, just in case he had any question about my intentions.

My playing begins to get a little better and soon I am winning. I’m sure he’s letting me and as a reward I make sure that every shot I take includes a tease for him. Whether he is behind me or standing in front of me, I’ll wiggle my ass a little or I’ll bend down just low enough to show a bit of cleavage and then look seductively into his eyes. I want him to need me tonight. I can tell by his gaze that I’m driving him insane. He’s told me so many times that he loves my eyes and I use them every chance I get.

I ask, "How long can you hold out before you give in?"

"I bet I can distract you," he says.

"Oh, you do distract me. But, I seem to be winning. I think it is you who is distracted."

"That maybe true, but fair is fair. Let’s even the stakes. I'll bet I can make you miss your next shot."

"What do I get if you lose?"

"Well, what would you like if you win?"

"We'll see," I say not letting him turn the tables.

He walks around the table and as I bend over to take my shot, I feel his hand sliding up my skirt. No stroking your legs this time, he wanted to surprise you. He begins rubbing his fingers in circles over my thong. I’m still wet from earlier, but want him so badly that I know this can’t go on much longer. I take the shot.

“Looks like you owe me...Come here and take out your cock."

As he obediently leans against the pool table I tell him, "I want three things from you."

"I thought we had one bet going?"

"I don't think you'll be complaining,” I tell him as I bend over and take his cock in my mouth. It is such a turn on, having him in my mouth. Filling my mouth, his taste finally hitting my tongue after such a long, distant wait. And while I’m not one to keep notes, he’s not the longest I can recall, but he’s thick and filling in my mouth. He tastes surprisingly sweeter than I had expected. I slowly dip my head down; confident I can take this all the way to the hilt. I feel the pressure in the back of my neck rising, but I relax my jaw and his cock glides right down my throat, muffled moans of oh, God, coming from above me. On my way back up I licked the tip of his cock lightly to taste his creamy precum. I’m not down for a minute before I come back up again.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me all night? No, wait – for the last six months? The second thing I want from you is for you to fuck me, fuck me hard and fuck me now.” It must have been what he wanted to hear, as all I could think was “good boy” as he positioned himself behind me and bent me over the pool table. In the same position I’d been shooting pool all night, he was posed behind me turning my tease into satisfaction. I hiked my ass into the air to tease him and then spread my legs far apart leaving no doubt as to where I wanted his thick, hard cock. My slick thong showing through my skirt, he couldn’t tease me any longer. He shoved my panties to the side and slid his hard cock into my hot, wet pussy.

Fucking me exactly like I asked – needing him so badly that I didn’t care about how came in, what I was or wasn’t wearing, all I knew is that I needed him like I had never needed another man. Whether it was months of teasing, pheromones, flirtatious pleasures – I didn’t care why, I just knew it had to be him and no one else would be able to fuck me to satisfaction but him, right now. I felt like an animal, in a very good way. As he would say, a cougar hunting her prey. And what a catch, he fucks so good. His hands slide up the back of my legs, over my thighs, under my skirt, slowly over my ass…ever so slowly, savoring every moment.

He grabs my hips and drives deep into me, "Oh yeah," I hear him say. I spread my legs wider, trying to get him deeper inside me; I want every inch of his dick inside me. He seems to understand my need and gently pulls my wrists behind my back, pulling me hard as he fucks me from behind. He moans, but I don’t want him to cum yet – I stop before he can release inside me. I’m not done baby, I want this to last a very long time.

I climb onto the pool table and clear an area to lie on. Crawling slowly and seductively away from him, knowing that his eyes are glued to my body, knowing that he needs me as much as I need him and knowing how he desires me just by the look in his eyes and the smile on his lips. I roll over onto my back and give him a “come here” motion with my finger. He climbs onto the table over me and waits for my directions. I have no intention of waiting for him. I slowly scratch down his chest with my nails leaving a trail from his neck down, to his shoulders, across his chest, down to his stomach, stopping for just a moment to swirl around his belly button before grasping his dick and using it as my own personal dildo.

Um, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth on my clit almost makes me cum on his head, but I pull him in and he begins to move with me. Guiding him where I want him he starts slowly, building in speed and pressure until soon I’m begging him to fuck me harder. He doesn’t hesitate as he sits up with my legs over his shoulders, my back arching toward him to get him deeper inside me, his thick cock gliding easily in and out of my soaked pussy. I want him to use me, I want him to make me cum, please make me cum, please, and it’s working. The angle is perfect, he’s hitting spots I didn’t know I had or I had forgotten. The only sounds I can get out of my mouth are moans of ecstasy. Grabbing my legs from his shoulders he pulls my knees together and hugs them to his chest while the heels of my feet sit at his hips. Using my knees as a fulcrum he fucks me, pulling me back and forth to him, slamming our bodies together, thrusting me onto his cock over and over.

“Um, don’t stop,…don’t stop… oh, God.” Sweat is running from his body, dripping down his chest. The sight of him all sweat, cum and man triggers something making me beg him to fuck me harder. I am completely his, completely, wonderfully his, as long as he doesn’t stop. I scream as pure lust takes over and I orgasm all over him, squirts of my cum hitting onto his already wet chest like a fountain, but he doesn’t stop.

“Good boy. Don’t stop – please don’t stop, keep going. Yeah, fuck me, baby, please fuck me harder.” My begging triggers his orgasm as I see his eyes roll back and he tries to maintain his balance and continue fucking me.

“You know the third thing I want?” I say to him just before I know he’s going to cum knowing that he won’t be able to do more than grunt or moan. “I want you to cum down my throat, baby. Let me taste your creamy load. Please give it to me baby, please. Right now, baby.” Pleading with him, looking at him seductively batting my eyes…He pulls out and turns. I grab his cock in your hand and slide it down my throat, bobbing my head back and forth all the way to the bottom I feel him squirt the back of my tongue, then all the way back up I hold his thick cock above my face glazing my lips with his seed, keeping my mouth open so he can see every drop, every spasm as it squirts.

When he can cum no more, I use his cock head to smear his cream from my cheeks into my mouth. Looking at him from under his cock I swirl my tongue around his head while I squeeze him from the base of his shaft up to get every last drop, not wanting any of it to go to waste.

Staring into his eyes, I open my mouth and show him how good I am, my mouth full and playing in him. Hmmmm, I moan as I swallow his load except for a small bit that I use my fingers to slide all over my lips before licking them clean.

(Rewritten with his permission by me.)

The Ride

It’s mid-afternoon on a sunny Maryland day. I’m wearing a very low cut top with no bra, a black miniskirt, a lacy pink thong and a pair of leather boots. The miniskirt has barely enough material to cover my round, smooth ass. I get on his bike, spreading my legs wide as I straddle him from behind. He’s been teasing me all day, doing what he knows makes me wet and ready for his thick, hard cock. Not to mention, every chance he gets he slides his hands back around and fingers my wet pussy just to make sure I’m still moist. He can feel me through my panties, his fingers linger just a little too long sometimes making me moan. I don’t want to be on the back of this bike, I want you now – I’m tired of waiting and even though the vibrations from the bike are driving me insane, it’s just not enough to finish the job. My stomach aches from wanting to come so badly for so long. You say you need me soaked if you’re going to get your way with me tonight. I don’t know what he’s up to, but if the foreplay keeps me this wet, I can’t wait to get what he’s planning.

We pull into a small bar with no windows in the middle of.....where the fuck are we? We've been driving for about 45 minutes and I’m so frustrated I can’t concentrate on anything except my burning need to have his thick cock pumping me hard and fast. Through the darkness of the bar, we can see three other people including the bartender. I am the only woman. The patrons looked to be decent, middle-aged men in casual business dress, two men just having a drink after work. One of them looks to be about 30 years old, blonde hair, a bit of razor stubble from his five o’clock shadow and a thin, wiry build, while the other one is dark haired, and looks like he used to be a football player in his younger days. It seems to be a quiet bar with Whitesnake’s “Still of the Night” coming through the Juke Box. He orders me a Perfect Margarita and says to make it a double. A double, that will probably make me pass out, but that may not be a bad thing with the frustration I’m feeling. Maybe a double will relieve me. He starts making conversation that does nothing to quell my desire for his mouth, his dick or his hands on my body.

He asks me, "What would you do to get fucked hard right now?"

“I would do ANYTHING!”

"Promise?"

I swear, yes, I promise."

He stands me up and places my boot on the footrest under the bar, bends my knee a bit to lift my miniskirt over my ass. He reaches around to put my clit through my thong. Only a tease – but it’s getting me closer to where I want to be.

The other two guys at the end of the bar and the bartender are staring, but I’m so horny I don’t care enough to make you stop. Just as I’m about to tell you how much I want you, your hand stops the tease and you say, pointing to the three men, “I’ve got to go to the bathroom. When I come back out I want to see you doing this with them.”

I think I need another drink...”Bartender, can you give me another one of these.” He tells me he’ll be back in about five minutes.

I down my double Perfect Margarita without any hesitation. Feeling a bit apprehensive and very horny, I invite the guys on over knowing they overheard the entire conversation. The first one to come over is the bartender; he pulls up my miniskirt and pushes me back against the bar. The other two guys come over; one has his hands rubbing on my ass, the other on my tits.

When you come out, I’m leaning my back against the bar with my legs spread open, all three men tugging my skirt up and taking turns massaging my clit. The bartender drives his fingers deep inside me sending me doubling over as I finally cum, as if on cue.

"Good girl," you say as you walk up to the three of us.

"Hey thanks, she's really good," the bartender says.

"This is nothing," I responded, "You should feel her suck cock."

That was all the dark haired guy needed to hear, he undid his pants and stood up. I look at you, unsure if you’re serious but I see in your eyes that you'll be there if I decide to use my safe word. I face the man and bend over at the hips to take him deep into my throat while the other one finger fucks my pussy. I am so wet that you can see it running down my leg even in the dimly lit bar. The man fingering me stands up and unzips. He is already hard and he shoves himself inside me. Mm…mmm..mm…I try to moan but every time he thrust inside me he pushes my throat deeper around the other man’s cock. Now this is a new twist to my fantasy.

You take my hand and put it on your cock as I start to jerk you off, sucking one man and fucking the other. The bartender isn’t far behind, undressing and then lying on his back. I get on top of him. The other three of you circle around as I take turns with my hands and mouth on your cocks making sure not to spend too much time on any one. All of the men’s moans are coming full circle like surround sound making me feel so good, so desired – like a sex goddess knowing that four men are being satisfied by my mouth, hands and pussy. The rotations continue and I make sure I’m tasting everything that comes near my face. Saliva and cum are dripping from my mouth and hands, between my legs is a combination of my cum and who knows who else’s.

I lay on my back and all four of you continue to rotate taking care of my every fantasy, my moans are stifled but my whole body is grinding with waves of ecstacy. I must have cum at least a dozen times. Suddenly I hear deep grunts and moans, I can’t tell who, but someone is cumming – the blonde man blows his load deep inside me making me cum all over him, then the dark haired guy lands his load on my tits and I start rubbing it into my skin, the bartender cums on my belly, his thick cum dribbling down to my pussy lips – finally you finish in my mouth, where I lick and suck until every last drop is sliding down my throat.

When I stand I have cum dripping from my lips, down my chin, lathered into my chest and sliding down the inside of my legs…

Suddenly you say, "You once told me that you wanted to feel it everywhere, every last inch of your body. Well?"

"Give me another margarita and then let’s do it again" is my only response.



(Written by him, rewritten in the first person by me with his permission.)