From the first chapters of my novel
"Knight in Rusty Armor"…
His manhood loves her
(Her breasts speak a sign language all their
own).
As Roberta walks through the door and towards the bar of
Bastille’s, her eyes remain fixed on Simone’s overexposed breasts. Her
perky 34Ds enhance the cheap clothes that she wears. Her beauty, her
curves, and her full lips fill the eyes and fantasies of most men and
bi-curious women. Her sensuous body introduces uncontrollable urges in
both sexes. Simone opens her legs as fast as she opens her mouth. She
believes her naked body to be her best asset. When she opens her mouth
to speak, it’s understood why a man wants only to put his penis in it. Every man whom she allows a
peek down her cleavage and those whose hand she allows up her skirt,
turn into that helpless puppy begging to be taken home. Simone has an
intriguing positioned vulva. It tilts upward. The opening sits high.
When standing naked one can see the moisture, her pink alluring flesh,
her lust. Fortunate men describe it as penis-ready. When their eyes rest
upon it, in combination with her voluptuous beauty, they prematurely
ejaculate. She is wickedly alluring. Penetrating her is the fantasy they
have yet to have. Their imagination alone sends their penis very close
to its ecstasy. If a man’s penis holds its fluid long enough to
penetrate her, his release is often quick.
Although Simone turns the head of most women and can harden
the penis of any man, inside of her easy-access body is a soul begging
to be loved, but her outfits show too much of her female attributes
making it difficult for one to focus on her heart.
Bastille, owner of the four star restaurant, is standing
behind the bar. His manhood is very familiar with the skillful
techniques of Simone’s mouth. She enjoys his well-endowed equipment. She
is confident that neither he, nor any man will push her away when she is
on her knees before them. Although the sex games she plays cause
Bastille’s penis to stiffen instantly, secretly, he has long become
bored with the ease he has to her willing mouth and cooperative tongue.
She is not the type of woman he wants to stand beside in public. Nor is
he thrilled with others knowing of his association with her, but his
penis has its own mind. It wants to be with her. It loves her. Simone’s
skin is flawless. Her curves are perfect. Her breasts speak a sign
language all their own. She is a beautifully divine creature, absolutely
inviting, who appears at the most inconvenient times and invites herself
in. He allows her to stay until after one, sometimes two ejaculations.
Bastille is accommodating of her because his lust is strong.
With his manhood in his hand, he stands before her often because he is
weak. Simone’s sex is so tempting that he has entertained thoughts of
keeping her in a secured castle to be used as a private playground where
only his penis is allowed to play. The reward of her unique vagina is
that when he backs her against a wall, he, with his erection, walk into
her sex. By just looking down they both can see her cream cover his
manhood as it slides in and out of her. The magnitude of the turn-on he
gets from watching her wet clitoris sliding up and down his penis is
hard to describe. A view that is undisrupted, untarnished… simply
enjoyable.
After realizing the depth of her promiscuity, and the fear
of contracting a sexually transmitted disease, he now robs himself of
this added bonus. He protects himself. When a condom is not within arm’s
reach, he reaches for the nearest plastic, be it a piece of Saran Wrap,
a Zip Lock baggie, or trashcan liner.
Bastille is gorgeous, charming, and single. Two years ago,
at the age of forty, he stepped down from the bench to invest in this
four-star restaurant, which he named after himself. Although he put on
hold practicing law, he keeps his law license active. Bastille’s success
allows him to use women as people use paper to wipe their butts, but one
should not harshly judge him. He is a good person, but he is spoiled.
Uninhibited women are quick to undress themselves before him. Their
eager throats and opened legs greet him often. He is the hunted, opposed
to being the hunter. Because of the way women have always presented
themselves to him, he subconsciously expects every woman who speaks to
him to lie down for him. His inflated ego has done away with much of his
sensitivity. Love is insignificant to him. He has yet to be given an
opportunity to consider getting married, because he can so easily get
what he thinks himself to want without the sacrifices that a commitment
requires. He believes marriage to be a fool’s trap, an arrangement that
is wrong for a healthy man. Money, power, and women are a man’s
joy. He has those. His
manhood is well provided for by women who map out deviant plans hoping
he chooses them to hold a regular spot in his bed and life. He is a
prize. Like prizes, one has to compete to win.
Bastille is the man whom most men want to be. He has learned
to dream and live at the same time. Two days ago, Simone took a lunchbox
size cup of applesauce and used Bastille’s penis as a dipping tool. He
so enjoyed the experience that yesterday he had three cases of
applesauce delivered to her apartment. His request was that each cup be
stacked neatly inside the building, in front of her door. When Simone
got home and saw what she perceived as being Bastille’s act of love, she
became breathless. Her body instantly lubricated. She fantasized herself
in a wedding dress and him standing beside her in a tuxedo. Her hands
shook so, that she was not able to carry the treats inside. Her joy made
her fidgety. All day this day Simone’s mind has been jumping from one
imaginary image of being with him to another. The many emotions that her
body felt last night and is feeling right now, are better than sex. The
bliss that follows her is strong. She is mentally delirious. Her reality
meter is in need of adjusting. Last night, after she made her way
past the small containers of applesauce and into her apartment, she
quieted her joy in her bathtub as it filled with warm water and fragrant
bubbles. After she stepped out of the tub, she covered her tingling
unblemished body with a pink bath towel, went to the door, opened it,
and collected an armful of Bastille’s expression of love. There was
still too much joy in her to take all of the applesauce inside her
apartment. The pink towel dropped to the kitchen floor at the same time
she let loose the applesauce onto the counter. She left the towel where
it fell. Mesmerized by her fantasies, Simone walked naked through the
house turning out all of the lights before she laid her energized body
in the center of her bed. Before she covered herself with the sheet, she
glanced down at her perfection and realized that she needed to be more
to Bastille than sex in high heels. It was then that she made up in her
mind to close her body to all others but him.
The first thing this morning Simone cleared the hallway of
the applesauce. Before going to work, she went to her doctor and got
herself tested for the diseases Bastille fears catching from her. It
shames her when he covers his penis. He has never titled their
relationship, therefore she feels herself to be free to find a man who
will. It is not until after a week passes that she will be able to put
in his hands the printed results of the test, and give back to him the
thrill of seeing his hardness pump in and out of her wet sex. Until then
Simone will express her gratitude while on her knees. Last night, her
joy bounced off every organ inside her body. Her knight with the big
penis and the big bank account is within her grasp. It took two hours
before she was able to shut down her mind and fall asleep.
Simone impatiently endured eight hours of her workday before
she was free to be here, at the bar. She wants to share with the world
the love she thinks herself to have. Her heart is full. She ensnares the
attention of the people who surround her at the bar when she, in
descriptive details, openly describes the beauty and the size of
Bastille’s penis, and the look and the taste of the applesauce on it.
Her joyful and enthusiastic disposition and her telling of
the story, harden the nipples of the women and stiffen the men’s
manhood. Professionals in expensive European-cut suits salivate. Their
faces show their lust. They feel Bastille to be a lucky man. Jealous
women talk among themselves of Simone being a cheap and easy slut,
although they have all dreamt of Bastille’s penis being anywhere inside
of them. They feel her to be lucky to have him in her life and his penis
in her mouth. They gossip amongst themselves as to who they believe
received the most joy. One woman, who has not been tapped-up (serviced
by a man) in over a year, feels that any man having applesauce sucked
off his penis is fortunate.
Simone’s blinded by joy. The ugly words from the mouths of
others have no effect on her. She is happy, and this is all that matters
to her. As their penises tweak and leak onto their underwear, the
lustful men make a mental note to carry cups of applesauce in the
pockets of their suit coat when they come back to the bar. When each one
leaves the area where Simone stands, they do so hoping that they might
get the opportunity to become a character in their latest fantasy. After
hearing Simone’s story, it is no doubt that many of them intend to
introduce to the women in their lives a new way of getting their
required dose of vitamin C.
Roberta, perfectly poised in moistened underwear, is sitting
quietly behind Simone. The sensuous portrayal of Bastille’s endowment
stimulates all of her. She too has entertained fantasies of giving
herself to him. As of this moment, she, like every other female within
hearing range of Simone’s story, wants to fill her throat with his
genital. Bastille, like most men, finds Roberta’s quiet sophistication
intriguing. She speaks in short sentences and her words are polite and
direct. Bastille admires the way she offers to buy a drink for each
drink she accepts. Even though Bastille has all that women find
impressive, Roberta intends to exchange only polite intelligent
conversations with him. He is far too liberal with his body for her to
consider much else. As for Simone, Roberta regards herself as being
polite for holding conversation with the woman who she considers an
attractive airhead slut. She finds Simone's attention span to be short
and her need for attention to be irritating.
While Roberta’s sophisticated rump is propped on one of
Bastille’s barstools waiting for her dinner date to arrive, Simone
notices the look in Bastille’s eyes and sees the attention he gives her.
She realizes that she will not benefit by hating Roberta for Bastille
being a womanizing-pompous-ass-prick. She wants to be like her. She
wants Bastille to lust after her as he does for Roberta. Although Simone
is jealous of Bastille’s quiet lust for her, she does not spend much
time worrying about him replacing her with Roberta. It appears to Simone
that Roberta is willing to let her sex organs dry up and rot before
letting Bastille use them. She accepts this as him being curious about
sex that he cannot easily get. Her justification for the sparkle in his
eyes when he looks at Roberta is nothing more than the normal desires of
a man chasing sex which is flaunted before him.
Simone is a highly sexual ding (more noise than brains), but
she is not proud. She is happy to have Bastille anyway that she can. She
has made an attempt to be that hard to get woman, but she is fearful
that her high school degree is not enough to compete with the women with
college degrees. She becomes disenchanted while trying to come up with
enough conversation to fill the empty hours spent with a strange man.
Her body wants attention and a man wants her body. Her body has better
conversations with a man than her voice, because it knows better what a
man is thinking. It knows what a man likes.
For Bastille, sex is easier to get than a hamburger at the
fast food restaurant down the street. He finds people and things, which
are too available, less rewarding than that which is not so easily
gotten. Roberta bewitches him. Her dresses are understated, but elegant.
He prefers she’d show more of her body, but is happy that she does not.
He respects women who respect themselves and takes from women that do
not. He loves himself enough to where he does not sacrifice his joy. He
likes his penis more than he likes women who degrade themselves. It is
not he, but his manhood that enjoys variety.
Bastille is uncomfortable with Roberta knowing of his taking
advantage of Simone’s desperate kindness, but she freely gives what he
has been unable to get from Roberta. He often fantasizes about making
love to her. On many occasions when Simone is skillfully making his
manhood happy, his mind replaces her with Roberta. Thoughts of making
Simone a wife are not comfortable for a man of Bastille's status. Simone
is a part of his collection that he will never give up, mainly because
so many men want her, and she is so very, very, very, talented. She
makes pleasing a man an art. She puts up no argument or resistance.
Bastille's target is Roberta. Simone is the piece of equipment that
affords him patience.
This night, after the bar closes, Bastille allows Simone to
suck his goodness. Her body unleashes its energy; she adores him. Simone
is delusional, but she does not know this. Bastille’s one creative
indecent gesture allows her to entertain illusions of a future with him
becoming her happily-ever-after. The love that she creates in her head
brings a new joy to her life. After she leaves him, while in her bed
alone, Simone puts on hold sleep and holds on longer to her visions of
him waiting at the altar for her...