November 10, 2009

ELIZABETH ROSE

The human penis is a thing like a marmoset or some other unruly small pet that they carry around with them. – Norman Rush

Let me give you a quick introduction to the decidedly Irish distraction I mentioned when elaborating on my enthusiastic Frenchman, Stephan. My Irishman’s man name is Finn and he is an adorably hot chap I have known since January of this year, as he watches rugby in the same bar I do. Rugby is on early in the morning here, so it’s a bar that shows the games live while serving eggs to hung over ex-pats while they watch the games.

Finn is one of the hard core few who would be at the bar in whatever state necessary to get one of the good tables. We had no connection besides exchanging rugby niceties prior to the last week of that particular tournament, meaning it could be another 10 months until I saw him again. He stopped by my table at the end of the day’s matches and after we’d chatted a bit, he was on his way out the door. I sat twitching at my table as the guys I was with gave me “ah well” looks. I had spent a good proportion of non-rugby based banter with them on how attractive Finn was. The pity / amusement / schadenfreude in their eyes was as they all knew that no specifics for seeing each other again had been mentioned.

Readers – you should know by now that Elizabeth Rose is certainly not timid!

I jumped up and ran out the bar. In all honesty I half chased him down the road, and then said “You aren’t married or anything are you?” Not one of my most dignified moments. But as I said before he is hot, adorable, and Irish.

Having embarrassed myself and established that he was single, I asked him if he wanted to go for a drink and we swapped numbers.

This was in March. All that happened for the intervening months were a couple of coffees, one or two stolen kisses and many, many texts.

That was until my Monday morning booty call. Now, if you want to start your week well, let me suggest that you commence by receiving a text asking “Can you take the morning off work?” from a hot piece of ass, who has been teasing you by not putting out for about eight months. (I believe this will work for either gender and all sexual preferences). Having said that, (and this is really just for those of us who like the cock) there is sometimes a down side to these things.

Yes, things looked this promising until the big reveal...

Now readers, I like my men hairy. Bear hairy if I’m honest – a rug to run my fingers through and grab at while I’m straddling him. In this particular case though he was actually a little too hairy; not the chest, or even the back (it’s often a package deal so I am strangely fond of it)

The hair in question was on his shaft.

Yes, the shaft of his member was hairy. I have NEVER seen one like that before. (And I’ve seen a lot). Can anyone comment further? Under normal circumstances I may have reconsidered. In this case (did I mention how hot he is) as I had been gagging for this man for many months and he had featured in many a fantasy, I went with it. Besides these errant shaft hairs, it really is a rather wonderful cock, and he certainly knows how to breathe through his ears.

Do you think waxing is possible? Or since there are but a few here and there perhaps I could take a pair of tweezers to it?
Or based on ceiling scraping power of orgasms his furry member gave me, should I just leave well alone and accept this man is “rugged for her pleasure”?

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