H. Eskimo Conditions

These are more "Eskimo Rules."

1. From time to time, people have rules. These are the Real Rules: Adventures on a Tramp Steamer –- "Why don't you take out your pen and draw?" I'll do anything! ... and while he touches the paper, rubbing something, she touches her nipple and gazes into his blue eyes as if she's searching for something ... blue. "Do you smoke with your lovers?" he asks. "Search for your inner pirate!" she says. "A scarred face, and a hand in the blouse!" he cries out, writing it down, rather than acting on it. "I've been covering anything that's tender," she says, turning the words over on her tongue ... "You don't have to ..." ... Suffering succotash! ... "Sit down and close your eyes." ... It's all coming off! ... "Gee, I'll have to get a dog chain!" ... Next time will you listen to me? ... "I'm just two people short of a ménage à trois," she says ... It's impossible without money! ... "I think you should straighten your seams ... slightly!" he points out ... Just don't keep any birch branches around your house! ... "Okay, you saw it all!" ... Now's the time to open up! ... "Just wait a minute because I can't do this while you're talking!" ... Watch this! ... "The slower you do things, the easier it is." ... Anything! ... bending over with her irreverent nooky ("Well, no one will help me!") and rainbow rump, (They interact – "Now I can really shimmy!" – at a very subliminal level!) a booby trap! ... Both! Both at the same time! ... quite a lot to lug home, isn't it? ... for Sneezy, Bashful, Dopey, Sleepy, Grumpy, Doc and ("Must be big now!") ... Happy! ... called up the river! ... standing now, the steep cant and frontal plane of her ("Do I have to wear this around my neck like a talis?") .. migratory nethers! – not fluffed! – divided and swept into the seashell of her hips, so empty, so provocative ... Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! ... "What are you doing over there?" ... Just by watching! ... "But not for you!" ... That's what I want to see! ... "It's just not!" ... The post must be overcome! ... "Well, I'm going out." ... The juxtaposition of ankle & nipple, all good things! ... "Get something that's slightly rough!" ... "To some, I guess." ... All the gangsters! ... "Nipple bumpers!" ... Maybe that's two more that I don't know about ... "I don't think you should be here. I think you should go." ... Oh! Modern! ... "Until tomorrow!" ... "I'll wait for you around the corner." ... "Pretty snarky!" ... To glimpse things as they are ... "You can do private practice!" ... I don't know how long I can take it! ... "I have Confederate money!" .. Down like a mother-fucker for truth! ... "Oedipus of Thieves!" ... She shows him the soles of her feet ... first one ... then the other ... My exotic ("Ooo, it's purple!") flower, who with nothing but a wave of the hand, "Yes, yes, here it comes!" - gives dark unknowns ... "They get bigger and bigger!" - and stealthy men ... "I want you to lick this slowly.." – firm cockstands! ... "So all these things happen ...."

2. He makes a secret pledge not to make love to her for a year if, for deep religious reasons, she promises not to use birth control. What They Both Crave: "No hand jobs ... Not this time ... It has to be natural." She looks a little fancy ... "A compassion fuck!" ... bedtime eyes. "And not yours!" Everything Rolls Down Route 66 – to California! "You can go – It's either way." Ragged ... Unfolding ... this rude lure, illicit thrusting, deep fulfillment & bittersweet dream .. called desire ... "Don't put ideas in my head," she says, wearing a white T-shirt that says, "Define single," in silver sparkles -- her swelling boobeclature.

3. I Don't Even Have to Look At You. Where Threads Come Loose ... "Then let's take turns!" She's Robbed the Key to my Heart! They write each other Instant Messages: GIRLIE362: What weird things can girls do who fancy a guy? HOUSEHEAD47: How do you feel about it? GIRLIE362: I'm feeling feisty and horny. My husband likes me to stray. HOUSEHEAD47: What are you doing tonight? GIRLIE362: Nothing, really. He wants me to be unfaithful. HOUSEHEAD47: Do you want to stray and be unfaithful? GIRLIE362: He won't touch me ... I feel kind of horny ... and nasty. HOUSEHEAD47: Do you want to make me jealous? GIRLIE362: Yes, I want to make you jealous. HOUSEHEAD47: Tonight? GIRLIE362: No. This weekend. Write down whatever comes to your mind. HOUSEHEAD47: They have those wacko things. GIRLIE362: Maybe you have to rule the roost. HOUSEHEAD47: Are you uncommitted? GIRLIE362: Maybe – You better be careful what you wish for – You're putting me on a slippery slope. HOUSEHEAD47: Maybe so slippery ... Let's see ... One night you'll be eager and frisky, another night sexy and natural, and the third night slutty and skanky ... not letting me touch, and homeward bound. GIRLIE362: It'll take a little while. HOUSEHEAD47: Well, why not? GIRLIE362: You didn't say where. HOUSEHEAD47: At Harbin Hot Springs ... We'll get two rooms ... unless you live over the garage. GIRLIE362: Then I want to give you something to hold for me. HOUSEHEAD47: What? GIRLIE362: I want you to keep writing and I'll come in and show you. HOUSEHEAD47: Are you eager, are you bare? Are you frosty, do you care? ... Are you there? ... Do you dare? GIRLIE362: Dare what? HOUSEHEAD47: To be alone, to be on your own? GIRLIE362: You don't know me ... I'm coming into your room now ... the food mother for the animals ... Now amuse yourself. HOUSEHEAD47: You mean this weekend? ... Oh, thank you@! You want me to hold your wedding ring! And you left me a nude photo! Where did you get it? I'm going to post it on the net! GIRLIE362: I'm married, but I don't want any guys to know it. Are you jealous? HOUSEHEAD47: No hand jobs! It has to be natural. It's safe, and yes, I'm jealous! GIRLIE362: I'd rather die than work crazy for nothing. HOUSEHEAD47: Then I'll pay you ... to work crazy. GIRLIE362: Yeah, I know what for ... "I'm so horny! I'm so feisty! I'm depressed. I just have to have a man!" A lot of people would take advantage of me. HOUSEHEAD47: Advantage of you! What do you call it? GIRLIE362: I don't know what to call it ... I call it nasty. HOUSEHEAD47: What can you lose? GIRLIE362: That's what everyone wants. What are you going to do when you see perfume ... and you hear red? HOUSEHEAD47: Standing close to you, practically touching elbows in the pool? Or watching you go off to get a massage ... or finding you not alone and all exposed, up on the top bench, in the sauna ... and casually staying that way, except more! GIRLIE362: You're weird. You're crazy. HOUSEHEAD47: It's not bad to be weird ... It's not bad to be crazy ... Because everyone is. GIRLIE362: Down deep, I mean. HOUSEHEAD47: Do your thing! Stick to your plans and just do it! Let's take this on the road. GIRLIE362: Sure, baby ... Can go cheap with a short casket. HOUSEHEAD47: If the side gets dirty, it doesn't matter. GIRLIE362: I knew you hated me. HOUSEHEAD47: Anyway ... naked volunteerism ... any way at all, or off. GIRLIE362: Then who's going to pull it off? HOUSEHEAD47: I want you to bee what you are, as nature intended. GIRLIE362: My religion is kindness ... or ... the Cathedral of Erotic Misery. HOUSEHEAD47: Are you feeling feisty? GIRLIE362: I have all different things, but that's one thing I like sometimes. HOUSEHEAD47: Out of their minds.

4. There's An Upside-down Girl Missing. "Everyone can take turns ... Am I showing any nipple ... or too much under-neathies?" It Won't Be Long Before Her Clothes Off! .. Real Barbarians: It's an innocent mix-up .. it's for when she feels a shared intent to feel a slab of manhood deep inside her womb .. to feel this huge object enter her .. "You have to pay the consequences for true romance," she says, whispering, "What's even more romantic than sharing me, .." pressing abreast his arm, ".. is sharing ideas for sharing me," .. Wooo! a girl who needs two cocks, one to be kept on ice and preserved, healthy and strong, the other to be hot, bothered, calibrated and spent .. She says, "The only way I could completely trust you .. is if you totally renounce sex for the rest of your life .. on a trial basis .. to keep everyone .. including myself .. happy-" .. Maybe you have to be willing to share in order to keep what you've got! .. and that night it's not so much dressing her, and that breast .. as preparing her, "Let's just do it, see what happens!" .. getting her ready .. "Take 'em off!" .. for whatever the rest of the night might bring .. "That isn't bad, is it?"

5. "Let me know how you make out! ..." The Statuesque Struck & Cunt Divine: "You may miss it!" All She's Got to do is Agree to Rule 55! "Okay, then, here's a test. I met a really nice couple, and they want me to fill out a foursome." "That's almost conventional ... it's actually square! ... you ought to go along, go out, tell them you're married!" "What should I wear then?" "Well, to be conventional, how about a white bra, bluejeans and a pink sweater?" "A soft one, right?" "Well ... you're married! ... maybe they ought to find out what they're ... rather, you're ... missing." "Hmm.... Well, I do like to go out with men ... You like me to go out with men, don't you? ... Flirt a little ... No fondling! Just kissing lessons! It's too hot in here! I'm melting! Ooo! A long one! ... That'll give them a picture of a happy couple!" "Just phone home ... if you get into any ... deep, culminating trouble."

6. She Never Carries a Purse! "You can ask me anything." She may be totally suggestible. "You can show me how suggestible you are, right now, by the way you ... touch your pussy." Wait Until You Don't Have Any! It starts out innocently enough. He takes photos of her in various stages of undress, culminating with her nude in the back seat of their car, and fully exposed. "That was a long exposure," she says, "If you dare show these to anyone we know, they'll say I'm a whore." "Hold it!" he says,"let me focus on that." "And if you show it to a stranger, he'll think I'm available." "Hold it!" he says, "Now show me if you're available." "Well, you can't show it to anyone we know ... " " ... unless he's married," he says, "He'll keep his mouth shut because he won't want it to get back to his wife." "Oh!" "Are you ready to go for a ride in the car?" "What would you say to him?" "She's in the back seat ... She's a little tipsy ... Will you ride in the back seat with her?" "Oh, God!" . . . For some reason this makes her angry. "I don't want you to touch my pussy ... this way," she says, demonstrating one of the Eskimo Rules. "Then can I take another shot?" "Do you have any Bourbon?" she says, besides ..., "He'll tell everyone," touching a hypernipple. "Not if I say to him, 'Do you want to do something you wouldn't want your wife to know?'" he says, raising the camera, adding, "Do you have someone in mind?" She shudders involuntarily ... for the camera. They both take a shot. "... mmm ... a long shot," she says, leaning back. "How come you keep wanting me to do these Eskimo rules?" she says, keeping her legs outlandishly parted, "and you're the drowsy chaperone ... Don't you think I'm going to like the one I'm with, and let him touch me here? ... where you can't? ... because it's a rule?" "Is there a compromise?" "No, ... but my pussy needs something, ... and you can't touch it, ... so what shall we do?" "Let me fix it for you the way it's supposed to be." "There's really no need for a lot of things." "A pussy without whiskers!" "Mmm, ... we wouldn't want that! ... That feels so good! ... mmm! ... Remember the rule!"

7. Slyly Subversive: " ... and don't waste a minute pretending you're good." ... "Why should I be good?" ... "Maybe ménage à trois?" "Ha! Maybe La Dolce Vita." "Oh, yeah? In private? Maybe a little Kung Fu Hustle!" "Maybe the 'stow' rooms ... where they stow everything" ... And any guy who could touch her pencil-eraser nipples could have her ... "Mmmm ... Button-up white top and denim sun-shift! ... ANNOUNCEMENT! ... Twist those & you'll own her!" "Don't take advantage of me!" "Two hints announcing her plum-full-of-desire!" ... Now she has a glimmer of promiscuity in her eyes. "You don't know what I'm doing, do you?" she says ... A little tiger, touching herself ... "Did you feel like a star?" ... "People wanted to take over the property," she says ... "Did you show them your secret bed?" ... "Oh, if you want to," she says ... "So where do you draw the line on that?" ... "I looked at his hands," she says, "It wasn't so much they were huge ..." ... "Okay, let's see." ... She unbuttons her sun-shift ... "They're just flowers," she says, her now naked body straddling his eyes ... "Next week we're going on the ferry! .. We made another date .. 'Good luck with your marriage!' he said." ... "That's your father!" ... "He's the head of the whole thing," she says, "He picks all the players." ... "So your father can shoot?" he asks for the first time ... "Eleven, maybe twelve," she says, progressively slipping inside, breaking the ice big time! ... "Until how old?" ... "Hey!" she says, "Good luck!"

8. Her Dark Fig Sweetness Curtains Drawn! Would You Like to Show Everyone How You Do This? Occasionally swaying, arming herself, she writes impossible conditions for the pledge to be broken – "Anything!" "H-22?" – on a case-by-case basis, keeping her sun-shift more than partially open while writing them. It's My New Sensitivity Training: And her dress for success -- next to nothing! -- A sex tourist in Haiti? ... My For all you do, this kiss is for you, number ... Just for the Fun of It and To Spread the Revolution: "Being Betty" ... You would like that ... with ingenuous naïveté, prepossession, and artlessness, she lets the shift drop, head cocked, shoulder forward ... "What a fashion statement!" (He snaps the picture) ... You're so rude! This is how the art class asks me to pose, until I change it to this! ... "You're so lewd!" ... There you go! – the naked truth – 'Studies in Prenuptial Invitations' ... "That's the renaissance!" "As long as you put it on a Brazilian website, I guess it's okay." ... From Brazil, where all the nuts come from ... But now I have to wear a shift until I go ... "Will you give me a ride? ... or dial the phone ... for me to talk to them ... to pick me up?"

9. We have an arrangement: Spouse at home, affairs on the side. "I have nothing to wear! ..." I'd like to get a jalousie, or something that's safe -- It's like sitting inside a violin. "... Probably the cheaper, the better ..." In the Asphalt Heat, Checking Her Frontal Crash Rating: "His light's out! --- He's seen everything! --- the whole show!" No Nails -- Just Leather Joices. "Keep the window open!" ... There's something outrageous -- so covenantally outlandish! -- about watching a woman who reflects and projects your soul (The loss containers grow!) having an animated conversation with another man ... something so ... piquant ... about her breasts and all, all lined up for someone else, bequeathing herself for ten, fifteen, even twenty minutes at a time. All calm and matter-of-fact, yet with every cell of her female body (a.) unattainable, (b.) yakking away & (c.) totally composed, her cell on call, momentarily catching a glimpse of a face ((Yours!) in the anima of her trysting affair) enlightened (in her plain, peasant blouse!) by her soul-wrenching glance, (turning back!) doesn't even recognize! Devilish devices! I could go on and on about this.

10. Nothing to Hide: Train Ride! "When we get into Oregon next week, you lose your underpants," ... Just like now ... "and when we get into Washington, you permanently lose your bra." In the Observation Car? ... Looking around for a whole year? ... Sometimes life is full of surprises ... How 'bout a Sea Cruise? "When you hug somebody . . . might be the best time . . . to look into someone else's eyes . . . or when you lean back, and hug someone with your pelvis." Then give them my phone number? "They don't have cell phones on cruise ships." My room number. "They'll knock on your door." My damsel-in-distress number? "You'll be wearing clothes?" My locker number. "You'll give them everything?" My lottery number! "You'll be naked?" My number number. "And then you'll stop?" My combination number. "And won't see them again?" My . . . home phone number! "You'll see him again?" My favorite number! ... 5, 15, 25! "Without protection?" My . . . devout Catholic number! "Then he'll breed with you." My deepest ... farthest ... widest number. "What do you call that?" Cheating .. Um, grafting!

11. I'm about ready to throw in the towel ... At least try it once ... "Well, look at you!" ... "The less you wear, the more you need Nair!" ... "Are you going to encourage him?" ... "Take a look." ... "That was a new thrill – to their roots!" ... translucently pale vein-laced skin ... "Have you been to Las Vegas?" ... "Too little!" ... "What did you do?" ... "Natural. Anything natural. You should have been there." ... "You could do it at night." ... "Anyone who touches you where you hurt is a good doctor." ... (a.) GYN Code of Conduct: "For your safety, there will be two of us checking you out: Herr Docktor & Frau Nurse: Thank God for our patience!" ... (b.) Celebrity Patients, "Pay no attention to the webcam! We are consulting with Foreign Docktors!" ... (c.) Jealous Husbands, "We didn't look! We promise!" ... (d.) Adults Playing Docktor – "I'll wear Prada if you wear nada!" ... "H-22?"

12. Dark, Dark, Dark! Everything's Getting Like That Now: ... "How did you pull that off?" ... It's Only Kinky the First Time ... "H-22?" ... Except When You Forget How to Count! ... They take out an ad: "In The Pink :: my wife || another man :: his penis || her vagina" -- A close call, and firm date -- She is definitely little beaver! ... "That's my loyalty, right?" ... What if they called and flipped the Queen of Diamonds? ... She munches on a Power Bar, combs her long blonde hair, while he writes, "Her assent to couple and surrender, to rutting tumescence, while stroking chestnut hair over teardrop titties, wide-eyed and reciprocating, the silver orgasm simultaneously translated for Japanese, Spanish and French!" until she turns and says, "Did you remember to forget my bathing suit?" ... "What's Japanese for 'teardrop titties?'" he asks ... "Do these qualify?" she asks, turning in her T-shirt ... "Is there a difference between art and sex?" he asks her, now putting down her comb and toying with her iPhone ... "It's a very thin line," she says ... "Oh, did you talk to him?" ... "You've been replaced," she whispers, putting down the iPhone ... "Oh, you talked to him? What are you wearing?" ... "It's not much, but ... Oh!" You've got to take it off, too ... "I want him to breed me, and be with me when it's born & you to wear a condom!" ... No flowers? You decide! ... "Do you want me to close the door or leave it open?" ... Uh-oh! I have a bad feeling about this ... "Oh, hello again! What are you up to these days? Ohh! Ummm!" ... Shrinking! I'm about five feet now ... "Did you open the door because I was coming? Where are your manners? We have company!" ... It's really good to share .. teardrop titties .. for French .. or Italians? ... "How thickly?" ... Strictly!

13. And Now For the Eskimo Next Door ... Even after ... "I'm the slut doctor! More degrees than a thermometer!" Two Really Sharp Guys: "And no one else!" There's so much of a woman to get naked! (For a Totally Unnecessary Breast Exam :) ... Even before ... "Maybe I'll talk to him." ... Bad, huh? Inner warmth: You can't beat it! .. Hold on to reality! ... "Are you sure you won't hold a grudge? You know .." (She lifts her skirt) ... Slick invooge! ... "I can't talk unless you dial!" ... Dressing conservatively? ... "I'll never do it again!" (next to kin! :) ... to kiss on the first date? ... "Of course!" she says, exposing her throat, "so the man knows you want to see him again!" (dare-me grin! :) ... "Bring your measurements!" (sin-bare twin! :) ... Better than driving ... He Catches Her Sneaking Out the Door (twisty-pear spin! :) ... Even while ... "Oh, there you are!" ... Her lips are red -- red, even without lipstick ... "That's really nice!" ... She's so natural. Her nipples are showing ... "Because I want to go out later," she says, brushing a tittie de larme against the back of a chair ... "Do you like pomegranates?" she offers, (imaginatively,) "I'll bring you a pomegranate tomorrow." ... Nifty! It costs you nothing! ... "Arrest me," she says, "I'm a nut!" ... "When are they getting off?" he asks ... Maybe it's one of Santa Claus's workers ... "They're off now!" she says with a sly smirk ... Uncrossing, Unfeigned, Unlimited! ... "In view of how much you like my body," she continues, "It was a tough choice." ... You don't have to struggle to make things good ... "My body's a contest," she murmurs on the way out the door, "Enter to win!" ... A ferry coming into the slip ... "My body? Oops! Now you see it, now you don't!" ... And they're off!

14. "Happy birthday!" ... "My birthday, my birthday, three candles for my birthday!" she sings, playing with him, "Every time it's my birthday, you buy a present you can see through! Why is that?" ... "To be present to present you!" he says, "Let's go shopping for you to get presentable!" ... "Naked, naked, naked, I'm always naked! —I'm getting used to it!" she marvels to herself, sorting through her already presentable shirts and skirts, "I don't even need anything ... presentable! How's this?" ... She models a simple ... presentable ... T-shirt, her nipples extremely presentable ... "I flirt, I trick, I cheat!" she sings, "and this?" ... a simple miniskirt ... "Presentable?" she says, bending over to tie her tall ties, fastening long sandals, "We're going shopping, right?" ... Extremely presentable! ... "I think I need new shoes," she says out loud, and together they head for one or two or even three malls, to say things like, "What are you showing today?" calm, cool and uncovered! —My pupik! ... Because everyone needs an outlet! ... "Can I call you when those particular sandals come in?" one of the sales guys says, and she leaves him her phone number. "It's my birthday!" she tells him, and I'm lighting candles! ... "Well, you got me!" he says, "I hope you can blow it out!" ... She gives him a quick kiss, and whispers, "What are they doing across the street?" and with almost everyone around momentarily distracted, lightly rubs his candle ... Waiting for him to come over, She gets into these lusty things ... "It's Like the Social Register!" ... Every hair in the right place ... "Which would you prefer: hard boiled or farm fresh?" modeling her new see-through teddy, totally naked underneath ... Some slow-burning wood ... "In your mind! I think a mirror increases light six times." ... Makes sex strange again ... "No. It was just a statement. If your nose itches," she says, "it means you're going to kiss a fool!" ... You lay low and hold on to your money ... "My nose itches a lot!" ... Better than headaches! ... "Well, of course, there're more people on earth than me!" ... Good God! Civilized divorces? This is by choice! ... "Want me to open my personal life up to him?" ... Then Feel Her Body Rise: "Tell him everything we've done!" I won't leave out anything! she whispers ... as the doorbell rings ... "Happy birthday! I, uh, didn't bring you a present." ... "Maybe you did," she says, noticeably trembling in her tiny present (the one you can see through!) kneeling in front of him, near the crack in the closet door, "Let's see," she says, now unzipping her huge present, (can't keep from popping out!) pulling it to her smooth cheek, opening her lips, —To handle your candle!

15. Improved technology. An Indian nipplemeister! "If the photographer asks you to pull down your tube top, what will you do?" It's either that or smoke! "You don't want people to like you for your clothes, do you?" Are you reluctant? "At least let me suck you some before I go over ... Then maybe I won't feel so guilty about it all." And remember my promise! From time to time, when things are getting a little out of line, they have to do "Eskimo Homework," and some time earlier, in the middle of the morning, they had decided on a "brush-up." For this particular occasion she arrived at showing him every one of her bikinis, to solemnly decide, for the benefit of the photographer next door, "which one is best." In the course of her modeling, they agreed maybe she should go topless, so it "won't seem strange" for her to go around that way, even when guests come over, because it's "what she always does." One of her bikini bottoms is almost totally transparent, especially when it's wet, and she saves it for last, because they have to get to their real homework, sort-of-sideways. "Is this the one?" she asks, curving up her pelvis, bending back. Then, when he's totally absorbed in this "homework," practicing for the "final exam," she suddenly says, "Well, how's this?" and pulls it completely to the side. "Does this help? ... Or is this too evil?" They both realize this "Eskimo studying together" will help them overcome the last vestiges of any mutual shame, for renewing their Eskimo commitment. "Does this help?" she says again, still drawn aside, lying back a little. "Go ahead ... Take a good long look," and then in a stern voice, half-jokingly, resting completely on her elbows, "There might be a quiz later." He realizes what he's seeing is somehow backwards, the whole Jeopardy Show! ... "It's the answer!" he says, "The question is ...," to reinstate their Eskimo commitment, and renew their promise, or vow, one of them must reaffirm their incestuous pledge! It's just not as simple as a teenage student saying "Let's have sex," and his school teacher saying "Okay!" which would be "fresh enough" in her topless bikini, with the bottom caught to the side ... her scent noticeable ... She has to actually say it, in her husky voice: "Our next guest is welcome, how's that?"

16. For all to see: "This has never happened before." Without Saying a Word: "Show me how you'd like to suck his dick." & begins sucking first on the head of his cock ... then shoves the whole thing into her mouth . . . "Bailes?" . . . Hmmmm-mph? . . . "Are you comfortable?" . . . "He told me to slip off my underpants, because the white reflects too much light. Then he was happy! Then he said, 'Is this a demonstration?'"

17. She Doesn't Say Another Word: "Do you think you'll let him come in your mouth?" but starts going up and down on his shaft that much faster ... and keeps it up until he explodes in her mouth and she swallows every drop ... It could be a genetic predisposition ... She likes to flirt and do innocent things around the campfire, like take little outings with married men, "It's sort of fair ... isn't it, ... to cheat ... with a bad man ... who cheats?" she murmurs in the elevator, when they take a room in the middle of the afternoon, after a swim in the hotel pool, pressing all the buttons! ... "You can play with my titties, discretely," she says, her head against his chest, as the elevator door opens the first time ... "How shall we feel you up?" as the door opens the second time ... "Maybe you'll find it under 'bra!'" for the third ... "Mmm! Bra-vo! Bra-vo!" for the fourth! ... "That's right! That's the way! Ooo!" on the fifth! ... "Ooodly, ooodly, ooodly, ooo!" .. They barely make it to 609, leaving the door slightly ajar, trying to turn her face away, "I'm sorry, it's not polite to stare," giving it a sidelong glance, ("What's good for the goose is good for the gander!") as he pulls out his wicked demander! "It's sweet isn't it?" he says, hanging up her discarded bikini, silhouetting a 2nd hotel wing, she notices, and wide open balcony door. Laying back she says, "This is like comparing apples to apples!" and all he says is, "Don't get it secondhand!" ... "Mmm," she says, spreading the table, (after noticing the furtive flutter across the way,) "or take an elevator down from the 8th floor!" ... He steps aside and writes 609 (a black marker!) on the side of a cardboard box ... "You big ding-dong!" she laughs ... "How to reach out ... and touch it, baby!" ... Then he gets out the rope ... and ties down her right ankle.

18. Nothing to Worry: "Look what I did! Feel 'em! Do they feel soft? ... Kneel & I'll call you!" Well, anyone could say three words: "Everything came off!" Under Black Purple Pink Light, Orgasm Rules. ... From the iPhone next door! ... "He says he wants to put his cock into a bad wife .. Am I a bad wife?" ... "Is he manhandling you?" ... "Honey, are you kneeling? .. It's not infidelity, is it, if you're kneeling? .." "I love you!" ... "We're drinking bourbon .. Umm! ... Do they feel..?.. Oh!... Umm! ... Oooouuh! .. he has a masterful cock! .. Umm! .. Dangerous accounting! .. Mmn! .. on the blue sofa ..." ... "And everything came off?" ... "Oooouuh! .. Muggy weather .. Mmm!" ... "Well, if he's not jealous, do it!" ... "Honey, mmm! I don't know how late I'll .. Agh.. I love you so much! .. Oooouuh! .. I'm hooked on you! .. aghh! .. Oh, dear! .. Umm! .. A long bedroom! .. Mmn! .. I'm staying! .. Ooo .. That's my belly button! .. He-he-he! .. I'm staying forever! ... Umm!..tktv ... uuuuuuurrr ....

19. Under the Mistletoe: For Every Kiss, a Berry Comes Off ... "till no more berries are left!" ... Men Will Melt ... "You didn't allow me to finish!" Everyone Has Things They Can Do: "I'm finding my shoes!" She's a dark offering against a black background. He decides to give her a spontaneous course in the academic discipline of objective sex. "If wild, uninhibited sex is the same thing as love," he tells her, "after your first assignment — flirting, dressing provocatively at your high school Christmas party — you'll end up with someone else ... There's a saying," he continues, "If you really love someone, you should first set them free ... If they're supposed to be with you, they'll return." "You're bringing up the conservative part of me," she says, "I'm suddenly not sure if there's a difference between ... love and sex." "Then when you go to your high school reunion," he says, "You should wear a conservative dress that buttons up the front." "Were you spying on me?" she asks, "How did you know I was thinking about going to that dance?" "I wasn't spying. You told me. You just forgot!" "Well, I hope I don't forget anything else!" she teases him. "You have two choices," he instructs her, "(1.) You meet someone you love, have a conversation, maybe a cup of coffee, and give him your cell phone number." "What's the other choice?" she asks her teacher. "(2.) You have to slow-dance with someone without wearing any underpants." "With someone I don't love? Well, they're trying to cheat!" "Exactly ... Now, here's your first test ... What if he puts his big boner up your dress — do you think that's a good idea?" "No! ... because they'll be nothing there!" "Ah, your true hero!" "Why don't other people have these choices?" "God loves you, isn't that enough?" he says sternly. "No!" she says, "No one's taking anything off!" "To see your smooth pussy!" "No! Smooth is good!" "I'll tell you why! They have one thing ... a diploma!" he tells her. "What's my second assignment?" "To go back and double-throat the other guy." "The one I gave my cell number to?" "The one you luuuvv!" ... to the wall! ... "Then you have to let him take you to the locker room and fuck you against a wall." "Just a wood bench, how's that?" "If it's got wobbles, it'll be even better!" "Then if I don't end up with you," she says, "it wasn't meant to be ... so let me give you ... one last look ... at my sparkling cunt!" "How dare you can say that, right here in the classroom!" he says, watching her unbutton the bottom three buttons of her dress ... "Oh, look! Clitty glitter! and a gold star! ... Go out and show 'em who's the boss!" "I'd prefer not to say ... that you're fondling me! -- My teacher!" "Don't shut up the shop!," he adds, taking even more liberties, even kissing her! "That's what causes divorces!" ... "Look at that! You naughty boy! All rampant! You graduated to this? Look at you! When did you stop kneeling? Where are your handcuffs?" ... "You're going dressed like that?" ... "If I unbutton the rest of my buttons, ... Put on your handcuffs!" "Like this?" "There you go! And here I am! ... I am my own art project: Sexual plaything number forty-eight! ... Take a look! ... You put in his number, didn't you? ... I'm calling him now ... Now do I get extra credit?" ... Fetch! ... Kvetch! ... Catch-a-letch! ... "You just want to be on the side that's winning!"

20. Mary Had a Little Lamb ... and something stupid in me for going next door! "Imagine how much fun you would have." There's Nothing Wrong With Having One More Beaver to Look At: "Screw it! Let's Do it!" ... I want you to be what you are ... as nature intended ... "Tell me about your dancing." ... "Just dancing ..." ... just dancing ... at first light rhythms of the music, a soft embrace, until the nature of her nudity is revealed in his mind ... then they go somewhere ... to demonstrate her liberation and resistance to conventional love through her intimate exposure and transcendental surrender to the one she's not with ... for his dream grotto ... her clawing fingers, aching into a cathedral of erotic misery ... phantasmagoria! ... then sublimely deeper thrusts ... to the one she's really with! ... Then What? "I barreled out!" ... Tugs it, stick 'em! ... What were you wearing? ... "Not much to speak of ..." It should be a dress ... or nothing! "It wasn't a dress." ... "Do you want to play Mind Reader's Weekend, Director's Cut?" he asks. She nods, caught in their quirk, —Where I go dancing with different men? "Want to dance again without wearing underpants?" he asks. She nods. They go away for the weekend. It's not exactly hide and seek in the dark! "Are you afraid of the dark?" he asks. "No ..." He has her dress like in the magazine. "Are you going to have me tease other men tonight?" she says with a suspicious smirk. He nods. "Are you going to let other men touch me tonight?" He nods. That's how I keep my full hips, and nice slim shape! "What a fashion statement!" he says, while she nods to the beaming guy - the one who picked up on her coming in - asking for a dance. Life isn't just easy ... Life is hard things, too! "And this is the director," she says, making introductions, before they head off for the rest rooms, then the elevator, holding hands like old friends. "Do you want to touch him in the elevator, and see just how hard?" She nods, kneeling down, her blouse falling away. The future influences the present – Isn't it funny how long ... it took? In their room he says, "Do you want to dance with him again?" she nods, swaying to the memory of The Lake House. "Do you want him to unfasten your dress?" She nods ... and it plummets to her feet in a pool. "Do you want him to caress your body with his hands?" he asks - which he's already doing! - "Do you want his fingers inside you?" She moans, almost falling down, pulling him down. "Do you want him to fuck you now?" She pulls him up from her belly, from between her legs, with a deep, heaving, sigh. "Is he fucking you?" - She grasps him for an even tighter ride - gasping rhythmically to the rocking chair and no one in particular - Sold out! - just a wry smile, "Now amuse yourself!"

21. It's Nice to Have Someone to Blame: Sitting across from him, she simply unbuttons her white shirt – really his white shirt – one to be succulent, one to be delectable – and afterwards gives him (from a stack she keeps to herself) a demure – yet blatantly fresh mess of sunburn, blonde streaks and tan – photograph of herself wearing a dog collar, leash, and unbuttoned bright orange sundress he can carry in his ... "Maybe tomorrow!" ... thankful wallet. Well, You Don't Have to Be Happy Forever! ... "H-22!" ... Sometimes ... no, almost always ... the most unlikely things to have happen, actually happen ... We were on a holiday vacation in the Bahamas, fresh after our new "arrangement," a little green, you might say, and we met someone who actually knew what he was doing, a little black, you might say. His name was Robert, our guide, and he always made my wife laugh. He was warm, convivial, and made us both extremely comfortable, so much so, we confided in him our newly minted Eskimo Rules for an uninhibited ("Guilt-free," my wife added a little friskily, giggling "H-22! .. H-22!") "half-open marriage." It was as if a Christmas tree had suddenly lit up. Robert's face went from dark to ruddy to totally black again, and he said, "Let's go on a cruise!" It wasn't an ordinary cruise; three other guys, Robert, and us. Almost as soon as the little fishing skiff left the harbor, the captain of the boat announced, "We have our own rules!" and we knew he knew more than we thought he knew: "All the girls have to take off their tops!" My wife looked at me and said, "You know, I'm not wearing anything under my sweatshirt ... What do you think?" "It's up to you," I said, and after a little friendly prodding and kidding, she said, "Here goes!" The rest of the time she lounged around the boat in nothing but the skimpiest panties you can imagine, to noticeable bulges in everyone else's trunks. "Dangerous peaks!" Robert said, "Top of the world!" the captain replied, "I just get foolish when I'm with girls," standing close to my wife's open face, which should have suggested something to us. "If you think about it," Robert said, standing even closer, "not many people have something that means a lot to them." And they took it out. She was tentative, obliging, then deep. "Very artistic!" With that, we christened the skiff, Eskimo Lady! That was just the first part. That night we were invited to a "party" to celebrate our "half-open Christmas holiday," Robert announced, which should have made us suspicious. It was at another guy's house, and this guy's idea was a "kissing game" under the mistletoe: "If any girl gets caught under the mistletoe," he said, and I got the idea he was making this up on the fly, "they have to kiss ... and the first person to break the kiss has to take off a major article of clothing – No rings or stuff!" Well, there were three other girls there, besides the three fellows we already knew from the afternoon cruise, and the young women must have been feeling competitive, or something, because they each seemed to manage "getting caught," maybe also because the mistletoe had been strategically placed over the doorway to the kitchen, where one or the other of them would cry out, "Oh, I forgot!" as they were required to kiss, (and because of their "conservative upbringing," immediately "break away,") and thus have to shed "one more article of clothing!" This livened things up, especially when we added a "shot of bourbon" to the mix, and my wife almost passed out on the sofa ... so I moved the mistletoe to the back of the sofa, where each guy got down and kissed her until she cried "Uncle!" lost her final two articles of attire, first her bra and then her panties, (which she lifted her hips for to be tugged off!) and proceeded to get "royally fucked" by Robert and two other guys. That was just the second part. "Are you ready for the third," I reminded her as I wrote down our adventures with Robert. "He was a devil!" she said with a smirk. "Tell me!" Next day he was our island guide again, and on this, our final two or three days, she simply wore a skimpy sundress with nothing on underneath. Neither of us said anything, like lambs ready for the slaughter, and when we met Robert, he took us to the woods ... "You pulled up your dress, remember?" ... For that, she simply had him lie down on the grass ... The provocation of my wife is really in her hips, their swelling out from her slim waist somehow exaggerating the insurgency of her small cleft, and as she shifted her weight from her foot, to the full length of her thigh and leg, her blatantly promiscuous and clearly unallocated gyvel maneuvers -- she'd pulled her dress all the way up to her midriff, to cleverly, I realized, reveal all that -- Isis in a crisis! ... "Are you here to stay?" she rhetorically asked Robert, faced with even more (tightly clutching her poinsettia skirts) ... enticements ... her surreptitiously peeking-out breasts confirming her unapologetically girly allure, turning their singularly taut nipples out between her outstretched arms as she bent toward him, (breathlessly!) drawing every shy quiver, in her questioning look, and furtive charm, into a bitch in rut! ... Up and over the edge! ... to sink consummately (with a flat encouragingly unprotected belly and great sigh!) upon his mammoth pole. "Oh, yeah! You liked it, too!" she says now. "Well, good luck comes in threes!" ... "Next!" she cries out. "We did that! What's the next bitch rule that happened?" (She loves being reminded) ... "Seems unreal, doesn't it?" she said, impaled on Robert's festive cock while I brought her a paper cup of water, her dress mostly unbuttoned now. "You never got to see it up close," she murmured in my ear. That's the fourth part: her lips being drawn and puckered, drawn and puckered (I did see it!) with each poignant stroke. "You just want to be on the side that's winning," she carelessly told me in her devilish, heavy-breathing way, spilling a half-empty cup. She made plans to meet Robert one more time, two days later, halfway between Christmas and New Year's Day, and for the occasion wore a bright orange sundress, which complimented her fresh "all over" tan, with nothing else. As we walked up a hill in the deep woods, Robert told her he loved her and gave her a rose. Robert told her he was a photographer, and she playfully started unbuttoning the front of her dress, showing how parts of her were more sunburned than tan. He took a series of pictures with the rose, taking her farther up the hill where I couldn't see. He was carrying a leash. There (she told me later) he told her he loved her and hoped he hadn't violated her, that she was all he could think about from the moment he had laid his heavy eyes on her! As a symbol of that love, he pricked his fingers on the thorns of the rose, telling her to be careful as she took it from him. Then, with her acquiescence, he fashioned a black collar around her neck and told her he would send a friend in two weeks to deliver the key. He didn't say the words, but she knew what he meant ("A white slave," he nuzzled in her ear, and took the first picture) for her to arrange things a certain way ("That pussy is twice as nice!" he nuzzled as he took the next shot. "There goes my reputation," she admitted) and be ready! ("I only tell really special people," he concurred on the last three shots. "You want me to do something for you," he coaxed and clicked, "you do something for me!") and led her back down the hill, flushed. She had him lie on his back again and simply pulled up her dress at the oasis, which exquisitely round and completely requited pear I could see from behind ... It's not in yet! ... Her global positioning system! ... It's going to be close! ... Give me a rope; Give me a hat; Give me a gun; And a buckaroo! .."You're a .. finely .. packaged .. female!" he whistled between breaths, as she finally ripped open the rest of her dress, "Merry Christmas, indeed!" Robert talked to dogs. He never owned a dog. He simply talked to them. Once he broke away from us to see the tiniest little white fur ball of a dog on the end of a leash ... "I really like your person!" he confided to the dog, and the girl at the other end of the leash beamed. Maybe this uninhibited, flirtatious behavior made my wife jealous. Another time a huge standard poodle who had been attached to another leash, yawned, stood up, and came over and licked Robert's huge hand. "You are very kind," he said, bending over, licking his own finger. My wife, in getting to know Robert in this deep way (besides all others!) said, "Maybe he's the one!" ... and made absolutely sure, once again, (on a short leash!) to be "gasoline squat, light my fire!"

22. All Rules Beyond This Point are Her Rules ... hereafter known as H-22: They have an arrangement that ends up with her nude sitting on the edge of a hot tub with her legs at right angles, or angels, to each other, hardening the men's tubes, making them ready, showing she's willing even without leaning back – that could come later – and starts out with her husband and her nuzzling and kissing each other because "a person should look at the body not as a source of physical attraction, but as a shrine," and to prove it, he's not allowed to have sex, after she murmurs "H-22" in his ear, and the arrangement is that if it's no sex for him, then she gets to offer sex to anyone else, and in preparation, he takes his clothes off and stands at erection until she makes wardrobe decisions – of "executive privilege," which can take all afternoon – with the understanding that while her bare vagina might symbolize one thing to someone new, who of course wouldn't be allowed to use birth control, because "she's married," and therefore safe for him should she become fertilized or impregnated – though he would be able to pay visits as the father, and perform fatherly duties – all stemming from the philosophical question, "What happens when a girl with pretty eyes, from a topless beach, sits with a boy in a car?" and though her bare vagina on the edge of the hot tub may mean no sex to the two of them – "It's my fertile time of month!" – following the strict dicta of this very close arrangement – or mutual understanding, as they lock gazes into each other's eyes, knowing the explicit sacrifice: her vagina a symbol of deserved sanctity, with no consummate sex between them - the celebration of poignancy, not attainment - the consulate, not the embassy - the slow-burning culinary spy, not quick-and-firm action, fait accompli – her leaning back now certainly might symbolize an act of defiance – Total spring, Everything out! – free of criticism, recrimination and constraint, including her boundless – even awkward – though willing participation with someone new. When she gets back, where he's still kneeling nude, according to this map-of-Denmark arrangement, by the edge of the bed, at erection, she says, "You know, people will pay for anything ... a picture ... a garment ... a phone number ... I even lost my cell phone! ...." !!! Mmm ... Pants Off, Dance Off! ... How about the cadmium red vagina? ... She's tightlipped over details, leaning back the way she had at the pool ... "I had dinner with him ... What else is there left?" . . . She takes him in hand . . . It didn't have a simple answer, but that's all I got.

23. True Erotic Admissions. "I'm falling in love with you, or is it Chet? ... but that'll keep ..." If You Have a Woman you Love, You Dress Her Up, and Take Her Out, and You Know, Show Her Off :: Don't Think of It as a Snapshot :: Think of It as a Long Exposure ... "Don't ever fuck me," she whispers, "... unless you mean it!" ... Her bikini is cutting corners everywhere, his dick a thick offshoot, pulling it aside to do the trick, while he kisses her, and she kisses him back ... "I think we're going to have to get you an apron to wear down there." ... "If you don't last any longer," she whispers, "I'll have to get Chet to come back ... Don't you think I should give him ... a little girlfriend experience?" "You mean.." "..scandalous together ... or nothing at all!" Bailes & Chet, now there's a couple! ... Remembering, (it was so!) —Let's go to Harbin Hot Springs! ... (how even sooner there!) as she undresses, (giving men unobstructed views,) the breathtaking "bikini-whites," the prominently thrust embarrassed blood nipples, the slight tremor of breast that every man knows, (giving them the understanding they could "know her" in a Biblical sense,) with her bare breasts, frisky haunches, and unladen labia, the slit separating the lips of her vulva, even more conspicuous with it smooth-skinned, pouty and free, (as she undresses in the coed locker room,) "Not otherwise occupied," ( ( its bold nature saying so!) and to see her nude this way) shocking – at least it was shocking to me – she looked like a Sports Illustrated model suddenly, anatomically, with no paint! ~paint-free~, and soon had a new friend. "He wants to fuck your cunt!" he tells her, whispering in her ear. "You silver-tongued charmer!" she says, her swelling hips bare, along with all of her, "Just back off ...." and turns to the other ... Well, actually, there was a crowd ... That night, in the main pool, he could see them standing together at the deep end, nude, with all the single guys, backs against the wall, the two whispering to each other, turning to each other, not knowing exactly what they were doing under the surface, its ripples dancing under the starlight. He works his way over. "Which is better," she's asking them, "Memphis, Dallas, or Kansas City barbecue?" ... The purpose of most marriages is to keep the doors closed; it's a philosophical question; what happens when you keep half the options open? She gets the major award. "Kansas City!" she says, "because it's got molasses." ... And I'm not paying for it anymore, even though it's free! ... An hour and a half later, she worked her way over and said, "I'm going to spend the rest of the night with him." ... Truth is Beauty, that's the hook. Beauty is Truth ... "You open it at your own risk!" she's saying, even chortling a little, climbing out the pool with him. And what about me? It was a lesser award. "I'd like to spend each Sunday with you!" she says merrily on the way home, —Oh! I would like it! "Did you .. keep the door open?" "I didn't even notice it," she says, gazing out the car window, in a short sundress, her legs casually apart. "I'll find someone else," she adds, lazily revealing herself – all red and splitsie! – as she turns to find some change for the toll booth coming up, from her pocketbook in the back seat, "I'm not quite ready ... I'm taking some vacations today," adding, "Here! .. You'll have to get change .. The Walk of Shame!" ... Take your shoes off! Take your watch off! Take your ... crossing her arms, as if drawing her shift close to herself in that way, the simple actions of her forearms were saying, "Look at these!" ... —I always forget something! she's muttering to herself, pulling the shift even higher as he slows for the toll ... As Nature intended! ... with a lackadaisical, impish grin, "You'll get pie in the sky, when you die, that's a lie!" ... and here's proof!

 

24. So We'll be Bailes & Chet & I'll be Chet & When Bailes leaves her wedding band on to encourage her lover to go unprotected ... "You have a wedding band," (about to come off,) "Well, since I'm married," she tells him, "I don't like my lovers ... to use a condom." ... (This watch is great ... doesn't work!) ... "That came off really nice." ... (Taking smoothness to a whole new level) ... "It's natural, isn't it?" ... (She toys with you) ... "You can get it sharper!" ... (This is not a bad way to die) ... "You have to be fully shaved!" ... (Nothing to hide!) ... "That came off really nice!" ... (Born free!) ... "You don't feel it's improper?" ... (It's quiet, there's nothing going on, then you close your door) ... "The red light district!" ... (To reveal the goddess in you!) ... "I had to say, 'Dad, skip the first pages and go straight in the middle!'" ... (Remembering ... how she stoked through puberty, her nipples swelling up on cones of dense tittie tissue, she'd had to pinch 'em every morning to make sure she wasn't dreaming) ... "They came out perfect!" ... (Some people would attribute this to teenage fluidity, but I would attribute it to purity) ... "Everything keeps falling off!" ... (How long can I last?) ... "Keep 'em! I'm moving on!" ... (You guys are greenhorns!) ... "I'm giving him a top hat!" ... (My mind is floating) ... "The poles are to guard against the Romanians!" ... (Totally bad in every culture) ... "And they might not even know it!" ... (Now it's beginning to float) ... "You can watch me doing anything at all, anytime you want," she says, turning back from the camera ... (Oh, I saw a shooting star!) ... "Baby, don't leave me this way! Don't leave me this way!" ... (Well, there's this wonderful world in you) ... "I wouldn't," she says, "We can just cover it with something." ... (He can ask her for a kiss!) ... "You just have to put it in yourself." ... (Some people really connect! — It's really a question of duration) ... "Don't leave yourself out!" (Did you get any candy?) "There it is!" ... (In the bush, bush, bush, bush, bush!)

25. Let That Be a Learning Experience for You: The curvature of a woman's torso, as it sweeps down her abdomen and tucks between her legs, is her most powerful argument ... Pony up! ... And from this most powerful of arguments, every single pussy is a sad plight & missed opportunity ... so she's going out tonight! ... Why Dogs Smile: "I have a date, you know," she says ... You're a girl, all right! ... "I don't screw around, you know what I mean?" she says, putting a red ribbon in her hair ... That's what I'm waiting for! ... "This underwear's horrible if you're not walking!" she adds, kicking it away, where it lands as a little emerald pittance next to one of the cats ... The others stood around it for days, honoring it ... "You can see why!" ... Right next to me! ... "I'm going out to dinner with him ... (The Eskimo Hypocrite!) ... If I'm not wearing underpants, this must be Denmark." "Did you show him your map of Denmark?" No confessions! "And why do you treat me this way?" Because you're so grateful! To get her husband "used to condoms" they play a game they read about, cutting the tips off half a box of eel-skins, leaving all but one of the remaining "safes" intact. The one exception is "the open sea ring" with the entire sheath cut off. After many months, they have a "moment of truth" with a few of his married friends who've come over, telling them about their "The Natives are Getting Restless" fertility game. "Why don't we play it now!" her husband says, "The natives are getting restless!" "I don't know," she says half-jokingly, teasing them about their "poker night," but they convince her, telling her they'll buy her dangling diamond earrings. They make a "poker date" for the weekend, and bring her the earrings. Until then, she lets them "appreciate" her married body, and sample "a fingerful." "I'll be glad to do it! I'll help you in any way! Mmm, I like teamwork! Ooo, Like one for the road! Mmm, I'm surrounded by winners!" Is That Kinky? Next Saturday afternoon, according to plan, and "on schedule," she hands out the condoms, making sure her husband gets one that's "whole"; Beyond Kinky: She hands out the rest of the "phallic thimbles," secretly knowing.. which one it was. "It's nice not to know," she says, rising up on her tiptoes. "You wouldn't be interested, would you?" She hands the "lucky fucker" to one of the seafarers, who's "surprised," and looking him in the eyes and giving him a lingering kiss, as a service! "Do this before you come." ... You just have to know a thimble more than another person ... or a thimble less! "It's good to go bare," she says, putting on her diamond earrings, with the "open sea ring" high on the lighthouse shore, up and over the shaft of his cock. Over the Top: Her husband has to guide it in.

26. With someone you like, you don't have to try too hard ... "I'm a cheap date" ... J'adore Dior in the air! ... Oh, yeah, she steps out, but she won't give in! ... "You've got to get a monster, and that's it!" ... We'll get to that ... "Man, I'm glad I'm a man! Thank you! Just walking by!" ... "You know what everyone puts on, is baby oil," she says, looking at him curiously ... That should be fun ... "I'll let you look, but you mustn't touch!" ... Scintillating! ... "You're not old enough yet!" ... There's always a reason ... "Take a look at the flower in my buttonhole," she demurs, leaning back ... "That you should really see!" ... falling apart, nearly Trick or treat! ... "Treat! I'm not going that far, but.." ... Mmm! The copulative 'V!' A man's got to eat! ... "Show me baby," says Chet. "Show me where he came." ... Once someone has seen your pussy, that counts for something! ... "Poor thing!" ... If not now, when? ... "Oh, vicious! .. It's so real! .. Inffff! Mmm!" ... "Ah-ah-ah!"

27. Everything's easy – You can't learn that in school. "If the numerator is three men, [Naked Math!] and the denominator is eight inches, what's your quim quotient?" Ans: "Multiply by thirty! My quim quotient is .375 ... times thirty! I don't think you have a diaphragm my size!" You don't have to pretend. "I'm sorry, this isn't fair to you, I've been selfish!" I'm not. I've seen that. "Marriage is the status quim ... times thirty strokes ... pokes!" You Shouldn't Thaw the Dragon ... Too Soon! "I gave him a photo: The one of me playing volleyball in a bikini!" ... Okay, this is a drop-everything rule, because when a certain friend comes to town, (her musician friend, is all I'll say), it's a whole new ball game. If coming in her pussy or mouth is off-limits ("As you crave it!") to her husband, it's a whole other story with ... Him! ... When he comes over, ("In your bed with nothing to do!") she tells her husband she thinks ("Careful! It's really wicked..") she should cuddle & spend the whole night with him, because "He doesn't get that much of a chance ("Oh, way before that!") to spend with me," and when they go out together, the three of them, ("You caused it!") she sometimes wears nothing but a sweater and short blue skirt ("You can fool around (Just now!) and change it!") and sits with her friend across from her husband and flashes him, more than once, ("It's anything goes!") just because it's fun to do in public, and because ("He really likes it!") That night, in front of the fireplace, she slowly licks and sucks his cock, (It's now!) until he comes in her mouth, and she gets to swallow every drop of "her reward!" This would be considered "something really dirty to do" if she didn't from time-to-time look up, (My everlasting wound!) and seeing her husband, say, "What a long-distance looker!" then gazing back upon herself, say, "See how far up it goes!"

28. First We're Going to Go to the Sacred Well, and Put a Sacred Ring Around the House. She leans back on the sofa, spreading her legs and separating her shaven pussy lips, saying, "Here, inside me."

29. It's Ridiculous Not To: "The only thing you can eat the rest of the day ... (The Eskimo Diet!) ... is me!" What would you like to have? "I get so horny, baby, so every Saturday I go out with one of my friends. Are you sure you want to hear this? I'm going out with her tonight ... We have a contest. Can you guess what it is? Is my tangerine button-up-the-front dress your favorite? That's part of it. Are you sure you want to hear it? She's a bad girl ... and I guess I am, too. We're going out to dinner, French table manners. She dresses up really skanky, so I do, too. What should I wear? Will you help me? She's coming by in about twenty minutes ... at seven o'clock sharp. That's why I'm horny, baby .. And tonight she wants me to go out the way you like me to go out with you, you know? And she's sending over one of her friends to pick me up. I told her you wouldn't mind. It's a guy. It's all right, isn't it? Do you want me to make you proud ... like in the magazines? We go to the parties where they wouldn't let you in. And they buy me and my friends nice things so we'll go out with them the next Saturday ... He makes movies and then we vote to see who's skankiest. So I want to be really skanky tonight ... I'm not supposed to tell you the details. We touch each other in a circle. Do you think that's too skanky? And the more someone does something to us, the more we do something to the next person, even if they're ... the same sex ... or ... a different race ... so ... will you help me get ready? That's what you like, isn't it? And one last thing ... my boyfriend likes to make out with me all morning – on his bright, sunny bed ... rock and roll music – and wants to know if you'll come by at noon ... so he doesn't have to get dressed ... Will you do that, honey? Will you pick me up at noon? ... And I won't be wearing anything? And you'll see me that way? ... They like me to leave the house dressed up the way you like me to go out with you ... and they're waiting for me now out in the car. Will you help me unbutton my dress up the front? And leave my wedding band behind? ... They don't want me to talk to you, so someone else will phone you with the address. I'm not wearing a bra, am I? Aren't I skanky? ... But you can't come inside. Knock on the door and wait for me and within fifteen or twenty minutes I'll come out for you to give me back my wedding band, okay? Do you like the way I smell tonight? Do you like that? ... Do you like me and my skanky friends? Do I look like a French au pair and you're my butler? ... Do you want to see my front when I walk? ... Should I wear my hair up like this? ... Do you think what happens, when I walk out front, will be enough to win? ... You wanted me to be a real slut, now I'm a real slut, aren't I? ... Raise my Imperial Green panties up your flagpole."

30. Just Increases Expectations: Chet goes down on her melting, pungent spreading and begins tickling her clit with his tongue. "Oh, I hope you can forgive me," she says, "I thought it's what you wanted. Did I enjoy it too much? Is it going to change things?" Perfection has been reached, not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away. "You're just lucky – I was in the mood." "Love means never having to say you're sorry." . . . I'm sorry, I was horny and you weren't there.

31. Were You On a Cloud? ... "Tell me how much you like being a fuck doll." ... What If I Made You Hornier than You Can Imagine? ... "And don't give me any lip!" ... Well, you know, don't you? ... That's the kind of thing ... I would like to leave to others ... She's offering a "Free Inspection!" ... To help her "cut back on smoking" he's allowed to insert his penis completely inside her vagina, provided "you don't move!" ... The Zen Buddhist Rule! ... "It's not cheating if you don't move," she explains, "Fucking is when you swirl your cock in-and-out, back-and-forth, and around. So if you don't move, it's not cheating" ... How fucking your own wife could ever be construed as "cheating" illustrates the parapositional and convention-suspending logic of their "surrealistically simulated congress." While so engaged, he's asked to reconsider whether she should continue to accept "candy from strangers" ... It just doesn't seem to get old, does it? ... "Involuntary ejaculation must mean something," she says, observing the quiet furtive pulses of his penis ... With her ragged breathing, conspiratorial suggestions, squirming body emphasizing each point, ("A musician's .. got to .. have a .. 'steady .. groupie,'" she's told her best friends, leaving her husband way off in the dark.) and bare breasts just beneath his gaze, he's the "stand-in," she'd been suggesting, for her loverboy, who's headlining "in Brussels," ... "Are you Captain Hook?" she asks him. "I'm sore -- Maybe you shouldn't put it all the way in -- Oops! It's already been in!"

32. "Aren't you glad you just found who your partner is?" An Ongoing Story of a Young Woman's Erotic Adventures in Eskimo Kisses at Home & Eskimo Hospitality: What's In It For Me? "I don't have to wear a condom anymore, because it's ..." "... Total Abstinence!" she says, "Though I'll give you permission," she adds, with hardly anything to adjust – just a slight back & forth putting her hair up – "to prepare me, (In Red Ribbons! –'Will they like this?') for a long length of ... real lovers." ... (She's Just Taken a Shower When her Real Friends Come Over): ... "Oh, we left the broom at home!" ... "Don't get alone with us! Don't make up any rules! Don't let us catch you being unfaithful!" ... "That's what I'm thinking of doing." ... Undo the exposure ... "I looked at his hands. It wasn't so much they were huge ...," she says for the second time, trailing off, briefly flashing her shorn pussy! (Passion Pushing Things Forward! – "Do you think he'll like me?") ... The fabric's translucent, the buttons' butter ... "Mmm, lunch in a blouse!" her main squeeze calls out. "You're allowed," she demurs, as she casually unbuttons, shrugging them each out, nu! bobbing, pink! reaching for little more than a damp wash towel ... & just keeps putting it off and giving it to people ... "Oh, Jesus!" "Oh, my God!" ... Oh, foiled again! ... "If your bath towel's about to fall off, raise your hand!"... It's hard to resist ... "Real friends are hard to come by," she admits, shrugging the blouse completely off her shoulders ... "Mmm. Ripe strawberries to licentious melons!" ... "She's a good girl," he says ... "Until today!" she says, with a subtle motion as someone half-yanks the towel from around her waist ... "Maybe you'll have to show them that one!" ... That's it! All the way! ... "Do me a favor, get rid of this!" he says, leaving her totally exposed ("She's moist!" ... Makes her glisten!) completely vulnerable in front of four guys ... "One rip-off after another!" ... And lights! ... "Who is this little girl running around without fur?" ... You've shown and told us what you're going to do ... "How charming! -- Divided wyffins!" ... You are a smooth child ... The white enchilada, for next to nada! ... Lots of limbo! ... "That's the latest thing." ... Now who was not taught that? ... "When am I getting my free massage?" ... He's the head of the whole thing ... "Raise both hands if you don't want your towel to fall off!" ... He picks all the players ... "We're all alone." ... Sure we are! ... "What are we thinking?" ... I thought I was dreaming! ... Her titties might have global repercussions, Waist away! Hips abroad! ... "Who wants to get some rakes?" ... I just had to ask ... "So can your father shoot?" ... Look what I'm reduced to ... "Getting experimental, Richard." ... "I work on this in spurts!" he tells them ... "Dog! You dog, you!" ... More jealousy work! ... "Do you think I'm too fat?" she pouts, dropping the towel completely from her personal life! – those freckles! – impossibly small waist, (turning for us!) pale bikini lines, thin furtive slit, yet flaring frame, (pretending she's alone!) brushing back her chestnut hair (for a glimpse!) ... purposefully brushing it back! ... for all the while she ponies up her pussy, they're boning up for cunt! ... "Oh, God, don't you dare!" she says, with one of them holding her, "Not with my husband watching!" ... "Looks like your wife's in season," her jock and master says, suddenly kissing her, with her squirming and kissing him back! ..."Mmm. Females are choosy; males are horny!" ... Did you know lap dancers make the most tips when they're ovulating? ... With three fingers in her, suddenly wriggling at the words ... "She's in season! Open season! at your beck and call!" ... Resistance ... Sweet! Sweet! ... More Resistance! ... Tryst Twist! ... "I need to go back and forth!" she says, still on his hand, her slight scent noticeable, essential ... Taking something to a whole new level! ... "Ah, the heft of it!" "Pinch 'em!" "Hold her arms!" ... Do people go skinny-dipping? ... "Next week we're going on the ferry!" ... "What are you doing?" she says in mock surprise & cooperative resignation, "Stop anytime, guys!" for the first time allowing the tip of something to replace his hand, the stretched hymeneal ligature on each side, with complete knowledge of each other exquisitely crossing their faces ... She's sinking! ... Sweet! Sweeet! ... "Or if you want to ..." (Red Ribbons Falling off, with "Oh, ahh, ahh!") ... "More jealousy work!" not bothering to cover up, drooling, flaunting it! ... "It's all loose!" ... "Crystal clear? Hmm? ... Crystal clear?" she repeats ... Were you their guide? ... "You have to decide what's in your bones!" ... Did you show them your secret bed? ... "It gets hotter! I have news for you!" ... Did you feel like a star? ... "Next!" she turns and calls out ... Tuck it in! ... "Catch & Release!" ... That's a wet paper joke! ... "How far was she?" a deep voice says, totally familiar, yet always off-camera ... Don't tell anybody at the FCC! ... "Okay, let's see."

33. (I'll Put One Light in the Ceiling (We Have Plenty of Time) Just for the Mood) ... "My mood ring says, 'purple' -- that means I'm horny." "What are we going to do?" "I guess that means it's self-service, or ..." "Or?" "... Or some kind of truth." "I can take your picture, for the cell phone." "Well, who would see it?" "Anybody you call." "Do you want to wash me and make me perfectly clean?" "For perfectly clean pictures!" "And dirty calls!" "So someone will know? ..." "I'm really, really horny!" "Want me to dial it?" "Yes, please dial my phone ... after you ... clean me up!" "It's so beautiful! ...." "And there's nothing you can do about it!" --------- "Hi! ... I'm fine ... I'm being honest today ...." --------- Some Things Are So Wicked You Can Become Addicted to Them: "I loved it," she moans softly as Chet continues his attention ... to his lime-light wife's body. "We," she whispers, "are a Slut Puppy ... faithful husband! ... cheating wife." ... That night he dreams of his wife being fully exposed: (Dream) The two Italian girls get into a little tiff, struggling in their white bikinis, until it becomes obvious one of them is trying to expose the other to everyone. She starts pulling on the other girl's white bottoms, trying to pull them down, which seems to raise the stakes in their fight. As I watch, the other tries pulling down the first girl's bathing suit, too, and inch by inch, the first girl is successful, pulling the other's bikini bottoms down to her knees. Their fight is something between an earnest struggle and an embrace, because they're literally locked together, prolonging our view of everything. (Fin) ... Yes!

34. It's Good to Fly Together: The Eskimo Nude Beach: Sometimes there are way too many people out there, brought to you by, And Her Nipple Pops Out. What Is the First Rule of Art? "Don't bore the public! & ... Would you like to see a trick?" ... She's wearing an invisibility cloak! ... "Is it too tight?" ... Doesn't make any difference ... "So what's next?" ... The whole place will gleam of shining chrome! ... "No one questions it." ... What are those sparkles? They must be diamonds! ... "People see different things, right?" ... How she meets Robert one more time ... Out on the beach, her cotton-clad crescent more threadbare than the covert glances and open gazes of any passerby, even as she removes her top completely, protected from outsiders by the natural coves and inlets where she finds herself curling her bare feet in the shallow waves and wet sands, beach combing, both shelter and cover for those furtive male admirers lucky enough to tag along, every cell of her body drinking them in, yet totally submitting herself in these circumstances only to Robert, in whose arms she intertwines, promising fulfillment, maybe her own quick fingers, and the pale twine across one broad hip coming untied, a last vestige of protection fluttering away, her completely bare skin now crushed in his arms, lifting her face from the shadows of her wretched childhood, rejoicing in its reflection in the knowing, Black face -- promising in its conspiratorial cruelty -- a perfect stage to stand on tiptoes, kiss, lie back in the Caribbean warmth, and make slow, consummate love, kissing more! .. faithful forever! .. and then as rapidly as he can roll away spent, leaking even across the pounding surf, to leave her slit and torn for the rape of others ... Suddenly embarrassed at this other reality, flustered in the moment, and half-naked, she tries to turn away ... Don't hide it! When you got it, flaunt it! ... "Everywhere on earth." ... Who's going to pull it off? ... "What isn't off is just loose." ... Hey! Who's going to pluck on her nipples?

35. It's Such a Beautiful Day! Everyone is Out! "If you're going to daydream," she whispers, "why bother being realistic?" That We Could Do, Too: She has a nice figure, doesn't she? "The electricity was up and on all afternoon." Just keep doing what you're doing ... Don't change! "Maybe we can switch it.." Let's try that. "... Switch cabins ...." Stretches things out. "You fool, you!" But very real. "Very flimsy outfits." Maybe we'll see that, too ... How many times can you sit on a little spot, on the beach? ... "There's always someone around" ... "And people find out" ... "There may be a few around" ... "I'm not shy" ... "Just like your relatives!" ... "People like it when they get something for nothing" ... Sweet, sweet ever sweet, she takes off her pods to give the boys pointers! ... "See? I think I saved myself!" ... You know, young couples today ... and rolling over? ... "I think it's better" ... oh, the rudeness! ... "Now the bottoms?" ... "They pay off the loans" ... Lifting her bottom ... It makes you stop and think for a moment ... "Everyone does" ... Nothing! ... "Ready to separate?" ... "Maybe after!" ... "It's not village life any more" ... You can see that someone giving bare facts about their life is poetry ... "Part of it is the people you meet, too" ... "It's hot today, isn't it?" ... "Look at those two guys .. No don't!" ... They just turn in a minute! ... "It may be charming when it cracks .. It may be like alligator skin" ... "Get lost! Good-bye!" ... "But that's what gave birth to the blues!" ... "They're just stupid and rigid!" ... "I just took one look" ... "You don't have to say anything!" ... Good-bye everybody! I say good-bye to everybody! ... "It's hot today!" ... "What a summer!" ... "I use a lot of that" ... Here's looking at you, kiddo! ... "You have to get more!" ... A towel, an intimate spot, on the beach ... "I have extras -- Just leave it!" ... Take Advantage of our Chambermaids ... Naked, she's a little squirrelly now ... gazing over at Remote Soldiers, her cheeks full of nuts! ... for Pointers & Soldiers & Nothing!

36. The Eskimo Presents: @).).) What's missing? Adventures on a Tramp Steamer: We could put a peephole. "That'll keep it wet!" Well, sometimes it just has a way of finding you. "If you don't have fun, what's the point in living?" "I want a strong man for my significant other," she says, "and I think I've found him ... When I gave him a hand job under the table, he slid three fingers inside me ... then took some of his jism, and smeared it in my pussy, ... with his fingers, ..." she adds, expectantly. "Did you like that?" he says. "He said he's going to thrust a load bigger than that as deep as he can, as soon as he can, as often as he wants." "What did you say?" He gazes down her blouse. " ... I told him he can own me! ... " "Actually, if you don't have too much, nothing's bad." "It's like armpit!" "And she's hiding in the shadows!" ... "You can see! ... You don't have to pay me," she whispers.

37. Making Sure ... Rumor is Pregnant: Now It's Beautiful Legs: Beauty may be skin deep, but nastiness runs deep down! :: & Everything :: in Between ... A houseguest is sent first thing in the morning to help her choose / pick out / select a bathing suit for their day at the beach. "It's like choosing / picking out / selecting a baby," she says when he comes in her room, somehow not finding any bikini, with her hands behind her back, "Do you want to fuck?" ... Her husband catches a glimpse of the two of them at the top of the stairs, murmuring something in Spanish, ("Do you want to fuck?") then suddenly in English, "You do that with your husband?" ... "It's prohibited! I'm in love with my husband!" she tells him, then back to Spanish, with him saying, "Little things we've got to keep to ourselves!" ... "My chance to become a millionaire!" ... "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it" ... "Sooner or later I get what I want," she tells him, switching back to English, as he pulls on the curtain and glances out the window ... "Maybe it's a full moon, or it could be," he tells her (Still in English) ... She joins him behind the curtain ... "Was it huge?" she asks, grazing a breast against his arm, and whispers in Spanish, "You just wait and you can get anything you want!" ... The sun comes up outside! ... One man's meat! ... "Now you know everything about me," she says, coming back in the room, idly toying with a mix-matched bikini ... "You know what?" he asks her, "I think your titties are tremendous!" ... "You don't think they're too ... uncovered?" ... "Just beautiful!" ... and meanwhile, downstairs, (How it all began ...) "Want my cock to wear a raincoat, so it doesn't get drenched?," he wonders, gazing up ... (I must have done something wrong ... Maybe I played naked hockey! ... Sudden glory! ... This is what I can't figure out) ... and upstairs, "There's bigger ones, too!" ... "Then if we want, we can snip it off!" she says ... "Some bathing suit!" he tells her. "We'll have to do it again at the end of the day," she says, "... to make sure," then finds it, ... and wears it downstairs.

38. Eskimo, help her get naked. "What better place to show off your down-the-blouse bare titties than in a gay café? ... 'Bare-Eyed Thrush Feigns Indifference!'" ... Her plump, berry-tipped, don't-bend-over, conceal'ems are the pink elephant in the room ... No one can mention the V-neck, scooping into a sheltered cove, with white sands and pink shells ... "Oooo! Are you lucky!" ... Some people just like that ... This is what they were famous for, sitting around in slips ... "Thank God they're not lining up out the door, because I'd be dead! Did you close it?" ... Oh, the bounce of it! Oh, the spread of the sweetness! Oh, to experience her soul! ... "Dressed appropriately" ... It's fantastic! ... "But more!" ... Especially people whose parents were school teachers ... "The world has more to offer than money." (–Ben S. Bernanke) ... You're very tricky about these things ... "Just for you!" ... They'll destroy you ... "What a beautiful necklace!" ... They can just turn in a minute ... "Oh, Sorry! I didn't know!" ... Before you know what to do, it's hard! ... "Home Depot Unit Sees Price Plunge in a Tight Market!" ... That's why! ... "It's a little sad." ... It didn't bother me that much ... "Embrace Your Inner Freak!" ... John Erickson, Psychotherapist ... "Anyone can get married!" ... These are very simple things ... "Hmm! Did I do that?" ... Don't expect to get something you ask for! ... "Darn! You caught me!" ... It Is Safer to be Seen than to be Invisible: Interview for a camera! ... "Mmm, you smooth-lipped yummy!" ... Guilty! Guilty to a culpa! ... "The Philanthropic Philanderer!" ... For what you are about to receive! ... "So let's do that now!" ... What a mind! ... "They don't call her an undercover agent for nothing!" ... You do what you have to do! ... "All of a sudden it's gone!" ... I got a little bit carried away ... "What a fox!" ... Thank you! That's very friendly of you ... "You touched his penis?" ... No, no, it's deep inside! ... "It's hard, huh?" ... It gets harder and harder! ... "What's next is the missionary position!" ... —When you have one leg, she says, getting a leg up, taking a sharp breath, —nothing is boring ... "He should stand alone!" ... No, no! A tango is a sad feeling that you dance.

39. Why don't you write your name? "My ... you know ... alias?" ... Where in theory, no one would be interested: "You would!" "And who else would?" "I guess I could practice" ... au Naturel! ... She's very good to people when she gets to know them ... "We were just sitting around talking," she says ... She's like a friend who's always around, who's up for anything. "There is no straight lumber," her "best friend" notes, moments before unleashing his own seed deep within her womb ... "It's all just, 'How warped is it?' You can get slightly warped, a little warped, and really warped!" ... "The rules still apply!" she says after everyone's left, "Back to me!" tied squirming spread-eagled on a mattress. It's a good rule ... the German Rule: "I don't want to fill it up twice in one day! Are you going to untie me?" with her somehow "seeking the seed of straight lumber" ... I think it can be done. The supermarket's a good place, too. He puts the tip of his penis at the gate of her vagina, and whispers in her ear, "I just never get it!" ... It must be the factory, with her kissing & cuddling & touching & petting ... "I know, but it's fun!" she admits, one of her hands loose, now protecting herself. If she's been "bad once," it's a good rule, the German Rule, "Don't fill it up twice in one day!" ... Unbelievable, huh? Try to get straight ones! I know it's hard these days, pulling her sundress back down. That's a really fat chance! ... wrapping it up with a perfunctory peck, "Let's find the biggest one!" ... A donkey dick! ... "Actually, girls love horses! 'Nowadays, European warmbloods from the Netherlands, Germany and France are in vogue.' So why don't we go to Europe, have a ball, and tell our friends to go fuck themselves?" ... Reindeers have horns!

 

 

40. Eskimo, finish the job! "You could take him upstairs .. Hike up your skirt a little more!" ... You can go by feel ... "Pervert! .. Pimp!" ... Woo! I know, I know ... for a window ... I Like the Way her Vagina Slivers & Wicks! ... "All men are idiots, and I married their king!" ... She wears the pants, even when they're off! ... "You really are a dirty old man, aren't you?" she shoots back. "You'd better stop putting ideas in my head" ... Love knocks! ... "Just what do you have in mind?" she says ... Why don't you show him your birthday suit? ... sweep her off her feet ... with one kiss ... (a deep bosom bend, and flash!) ... Greetings from behind the cloth! ... Poke out is better than poke in! ... "Maybe the new direction isn't up, it's out!" ...

"Topless Sunset"
--  --  --
Stunning! Scintillating!
The sky's a crazy breast,
its shoreline jutting out,
red nipple in the west.

There's a lot of it, Oops! ... "Well, who are you going to believe," she says, "me or your own eyes?" ... You have no idea how hard it is ... No matter what you do, something else is going to pop up! ... "Scoot over! ... I'm not used to working two shifts!" ... "Reveal yourself." ... "He's my pimp." ... "Let's bare her on the Internet." ... She can't help but cup a breast, bend a nipple bud ... "It's the adrenaline," she says, "I'm in over my head!" ... one step from heaven ... "We're taking it slow-w" ... feel her body rise! ... "If someone's naked and riding on a fish, it'd be the most naked fish!" ... What size is it? ... "The outcast of the islands!" ... I smell sexy candy! ... "Just a little!" ... and choose clamp!

41. There's More to Life Than Money! Show your world to me ... Ooo! A lot of great sights in Kansas City!" With a Freudian slip! Great is the Gate, Narrow is the Way: As often as possible! Ah, the truth! The Italian Rule, the Eskimo Rule, the German Rule, inexorably the same, always playing the fringes, "Just a little higher!" with no price to pay, ((not the kind you take to meet your mother) the kind you want to take home!) (a certain reverent preparation (Modeling a T-shirt, Boing! Boing!: "Is this too small?" ... I .. don't .. think .. so!) and careless illumination of forbidden fruit,) beginning with a verifiably bare pussy, ((its sweet consummate softness, ((always forbidden to me,) just for milking and pulling strange spud,)) with a bit of coaxing!) and ending with, "And I'll bring back proof so you'll know I'm not lying!"

42. She Really Gets Into it, Doesn't She? Eskimo, what was it we were thinking of? Holding It Open! "Mmm, Oop! Wardrobe Malfunction!" Search Result: Her Human Torso, Ne'er Fainting Heart, Knees Up & Bar of Light. Before work each day she has to show her husband she's not wearing any underpants. She Wags Her Finger: "And be in bed by never!"

43. They'll Do Anything You Want. Maybe a little flirting then ... "And new romances?" "You want all of them to feel up your naughty Bailes' boobies and all have a chance to fuck her just a little bit, right? That's what you want me to do, right? You want me to be your sexy, naughty Bailes, don't you? And you want them all to get a good look at little Bailes, right?"

44. A Little Variety Never Hurts! "I'll have to let that sink in." "Have to have some ground rules, though!" "Pictures of you amid lightning bolts!" "Because that's the best you'll ever make, right?" "Ground Rule: A condom breaks the current!" Never do anything the way other people do it! It gives new meaning to the phrase, meaningful relationship: For every single woman who has ever shown me her pussy, Thank you! I am extremely grateful ... Here's my vote: Peel it off! ... "I'll peel it off," she says, "so you can tell me if I'm going to have fun tonight ... when I go out" ... "Oh, God!" he says, "They're so good!" ... "That's what they say," she says, "but I'm not!" ... Thieving from his spiritual master, he's singing, "You are the hot dog of my soul, the popcorn of my eyes, the raisinets of my fingers, you're my butterscotch!" ... "Out! Out!" she's crying out, arching her back like a cat, "Out! Out, you fool!" her breasts so ... touchable, pussy so ... reliable! ... "You don't play the way I do," she says, leaning back. "You play with someone in your mind," she tells him, "I play with someone in my arms ... I lean back ... and fool around with someone with my eyes ... I seduce a person! ... while you're wearing a rubber ducky! ... I come for keeps with someone really fucking me!" ... Oh, singing in the pain! ... totally sub-schizophrenic!

45. Eskimo Truth & Dare: "Eskimo, tell me the truth. Is there anything better than a thong?" "A thong too long, or half a thong!" She's the guiding light at her company, where her boss knows her slut alias: "Bailes," and since that's the case, why bother wearing a bra or any underwear? He tells her, "You're on that path anyway . . . Now you can have fun at work."

46. "Why do you want me to show off my pussy?" "Because men appreciate it." "Well, don't you think it's an invitation?" "It's a matter of who's been invited." It's Where the Power of the Other World Becomes Manifest. Don't go where I can't follow! ... She's in the Slow & Easy school, observing him, first picking up a glass bottle of Jovan Island Gardenia, almost carelessly dropping it, and then selecting a slender bottle of Moroccan perfume, J'adore Dior, applying a drop to her wrist with a glass rod, letting it magnify her own fragrance throughout the room, with just a drop! ... and in that they both can tell her pulse is ready to roam! ... Sociopaths have great theory of mind, ... but they couldn't care less. Except that .. the scent says she's getting ready for a date :: taking the plunge! "Oh my God! She so deserves to show those off!" Mmmm. Forbidden fruit tastes ... tastes ... What do you call it? Woman as Temptress & Coquettish Menace. ... A twisting shoulder :: There! The freckle! ... There's a lot to see here ... and no one can tell her what to do with her sacred pudenda. "I'll show you first," she says, giving me the pink slip! "It's hot in all these clothes." /// amd mow tth bra //

 

47. "Well, I've been invited to a pool party, and I can assure you, anyone who wants me to show off my pussy won't be invited." The "thorough examination of what's about to be shared by Bailes" rule :: Everything's looking pretty good, Why don't you wear your Braille T-shirt, feel like it? ... "If you can't see the shirt," her lips curl in a merry, if somewhat cruel, smile, "then you can't see me!" ... signifying the prime of her sexuality! That night he has a (Dream) I'm on a two-hour excursion with a girl in a microskirt, who we both know isn't wearing underpants. After we become acclimated to her daring condition, we head back to the train, where a bunch of our friends are meeting us. Their accommodations are up in the top bunks, and in one motion, "Allez-oop!" I flip her up to be with them, and looking up, see everything she's taking up there. (Fin)

48. "Then am I invited?" The "Let's make up rules for what happens next!" rule. She Gets Prettier Every Year: Which is, If He Can Find a Picture in a Book, She Has To Do What's In The Picture. "Like what we did on our honeymoon?" "I wish we'd taken pictures of him." "We did! ... well, afterwards ... well, the cart, anyway." (Bellehop Reference 72: Before their honeymoon he tells her of a certain couple's bet, which as a dare, may be a little harder to resist, and on their honeymoon has her put on a little show for the doorman on the very first day. She also flirts a little with the bellehop because "It's the natural thing to do." She matter-of-factly asks him to help her unpack, wondering aloud how she'd look in this-or-that? ... "Sometimes I sleep in that," she tells him. "Do you think this is too see-through for me to go get ice?" she asks, kidding him, "I'm like a filly that has to get broken in before the first night ... Have you ever heard of that?" Down by the pool, her bridegroom tells her more about what that couple does: "On vacation he notices she likes to take an afternoon nap in a shortie nightgown ... without any pants." Oh, of course! "Sometimes the sheet comes down. What better opportunity to bring a little kitty to the attention of the hotel belleboy?" No . . . ! "All this guy needs, coming into her room, is a little push and a little tip: What happens in vagina, stays in vagina!" and later in their room, when the belleman actually does arrive, pushing his white linen cart, he tells him, "She says I'm not supposed to see her until dinner, so I'm going to go rent a car ... will you see to it she has a little champagne? and ice? ... Go ahead! You may have to wake her up by touching her ... I think she's taking a nap in there.")

 

 

49. "Tell me the truth – Is there anything better than a thong?" "The only thing better than a thong is ... an invitation to a throng!" The "you have to show off everything because you raised everyone's expectations" rule. This is Funny on a Cosmic Scale: After she agrees to Rule 48, and to a particular pose in the book, he points out there are really three people :: the girl, the photographer, and the anonymous viewer :: the model was photographed that way, and by a complete stranger, then the picture was made available for all to see . . . and according to Rule 48, that's what she has to do!

50. "Well, you can crash or come along, as long as you understand, you're not invited." That's One Adventure -- You Don't See THAT Anywhere Else. The "You'll have to ride the cable car, then, wearing a short black pleated skirt for the wind to blow up, accompanied by three males, one the master criminal slave who gets to telephone the other two, who may have already seen – (or who certainly are about to see!) – Bailes' picture" rule. Everything You Think It Is, It Isn't: "I never should have undone that." "There's nothing you can do about it now." "Standards are going!" "Who's your social secretary?" one of the guys says on the way to the beach, "Put me out of my misery!" "Love is putting someone out of their misery," she says, embracing him, lifting her chin for soul-mate kiss. "I'm yesterday, you're tomorrow! SNAG!" ... "Could we step in the manager's office to talk about this?" ... Rock on! ... Princess White Butt! ... When you're free, you're anxious, because you don't know what's going to happen ... "I knew there was a reason." ... But good things happen! ... "Lucky for you!" (bending over her garment bag) Just a little glance every so often ... "What are they doing?" ... People are building things next door ... "Oh, I like how you're doing that!" (writhing a little) Nobody's business but yours! ... "You devil, you! – An undercover agent!"... Have you ever shot a sixty-yard putt? It's like bumps! ... "It's the blue mesh bikini, I can't find it." ... What's the difference? ... Pointers in Female Anatomy Lessons: In front of the class! ... estrogen here, testosterone there ... lactation here, mastication there ... "That bikini was a rip-off anyway." ... The inexorable consequences of doing without ... for a bittersweet genital installation ... "No fondling!" ... Here's to getting sand in places we can't mention! ... "Come on! Teach us!" ... You have reasons you get together ... "Kind of a wild man!" she slyly acknowledges ... as his eyes drink in her berry readiness .. What do you think happens in the wilderness? ... "I wore the wrong dress!" ... Let's pull down the tent! ... "Are you changing into your bikini?" ... Pull! ... "I've got the top and bottom in here somewhere!" ... Pull! Where do the sticks go? ... "I think I should have worn something under this." ... Pull! ... "Hurry up! I think they're starting to take it down!" ... Pull! ... "Oh, my God! How many of us can fit in here?" ... Pull! ... "I'm glad I ... Oh, God! Pull it up!" ... Pull! ... "... wore the ... Let it down!" ... Pull! ... "It's all tangled! ... wrong dress! ... What are you looking at?!!" ... The whole class! ... "No shit!" ... Too hot!

51. Hard Nipples, Seeing You Seeing, Being Seen & Getting Harder: You're Sunk, Forget It! "Except you can touch my nipples." Do you think they say too much? The "I don't have to be subservient to you or anyone else" rule and to prove it, she goes topless whenever his two friends come over. "You're going to let males glance upon thy heaving bosom?" You're My Kind of Artist! "I really like this ... It has a really deep effect on me." With us smoldering on the deck all afternoon. "Would you like to ... stay over?" Over? "All three of you get to play ..." Under. In. "... but only two of you get to stay! ..." Out! So cruel! "We're a threesome – If you want to be involved, we'd have to ask you." He counts them: "One, two, three ... Oh, sorry – I have band practice." "We could do it," he hears her say to .. to the remaining two, "You have to be willing to stay up all night." . . . "Your hair gets longer every week ... I like your ... trouser-butt." "This little thing? .. It's a little bit forward, and a little bit retro .. Hey! You guys are nude!" "There you go! – Welcome to the club – Not all your hair!" "You devil, you!" "Oh, like the Middle Ages!" "I'm too young for that!" One of them touches her nipple: "Does this have a spin on it?"

52. We All Want the Same Thing: Eskimo Kisses, soft wind blows, nose t' nose ... hose tha' knows, see wha' grows ... Eskimo Kisses, touch y' toes, lose y' clothes ... Eskimo Kisses, cock tha' crows, comes an' goes ... melts an' flows, dies t' doze .... She'll Probably be a Basketball Player: "I think I'll be wearing a lot less dress." Unless it rains ... "Then take off the least of your clothes ..." Double! ... "You know, when you dance with new people, ..." Follow the wishes of doing what you like! ... "... you're never allowed to wear underwear." ... You just can't tell what's going to happen next ... "It's hard!" ... "You don't have to pretend." ... If you think about it, not many people have something that means a lot to them ... "Your mother would give you a bare palm spanking if she saw you going out like this." ... Posing for a photographer ... "Absence makes the heart grow fonder!" ... It's not everyone, you know ... "Then you have to show people the flesh that disobeys!" he says ... "That's big of you!" she says, "The bare palm method, huh?" ... Her therapy continues ... "She has trouble sensing her pussy .. Show him your pussy!" ... Right here? ... Here is fine ... Mmm. Very today! ... "How will anyone know it's me if I wear a mask?" ... Very fine! ... "A lot of people are into things like that!" ... They have all these hints ... for an undisclosed film ... "I think they should have their thumbs taken off! Then they can't masturbate!" ... "That's what you're counting on, huh?" ... Who would have thought? ... No flaws ... Total victory! ... For babies! ... "I'll get there!" ... Good neighbors! ... With it! ... "I never should have undone that!" ... Too late now! ... Friend ... Friendly ... "I just get foolish when I'm with ... friends." ... Include me in! ... "You don't even have to worry about that anymore." ... And they took it out! ... "Pink! Pink mint rules! Wrath angels!" ... "Anyway you wish!" ... Out & about with her gorgeous titties! ... "And no mask!"

53. Eskimo says, Whisper something dirty! in your partner's best friend's ear. ( ( ( "Hanging onto your money tight, huh?" ) ) ) Life goes on ... it's her compelling interest in paleontology, digging up bones, leading her to dress this way ... The secret is unraveling ... They're working on a construction project and he helps her adjust her apron ... "Handy is as handy does!" ... They've already gone over the parts list, placing themselves side-by-side ... "Mmm. They're different sizes," she observes, fiddling with the jutting diagonal hanger and nuts, an upright bolt, her body, a temple of art, eclipsing the tool box ... "Do it by moonlight," he murmurs ... A red ribbon floats by and she ties it in her hair ... "Hard to never think." ... "No ... It's two different sizes ... Look how well it fits!" ... It's a good sign ... "You know where you put the vertical pole?" ... Keep your fingers crossed! ... "Don't lower yourself!" ... It's a simple activity ... I don't mind; I can afford it in a way ... the teasing, flirting, hurting, pleasing, undressing, confessing, daring, baring, airing, comparing ... and her sincere, august appearance ... "Did you get a bargain?" he asks after the party ... "Don't touch me!" ... It's her new bikini ... "Oh! I can get another one!" ... "Is there ... something between you two?" ... "He was just feeling a little left out."

54. Eskimo says, Kiss the one with secret knowledge . . . "Deep dreams & pretty girls make people happy." – Bailes - "With extra credit & benefits! ..." Earlier he realizes his "only chance" would be to take her so far, she'll fuck anyone! ... then "We won't tell anyone," & I'll find a place! ... Though because she, too, has "the hunter's eye," knows exactly what he's up to ... "And it shows you!" ... Meanwhile there's the question of her absolute refusal to even consider a bra for the party that night ... A blouse? A dress? A shirt? A simple slip? ... "All right, I'll go for it!" ... Truly Evident: "their" essence