Sasha's Sex- Screw Of A Lifetime
by
Sex Shack
Copyright© 2011
Smashwords Edition
Settling into a new place in the the outskirts of ATL., a place where teenagers, old folk, money-makers & drug-dealers, basicly a versatile surrounding, made no apologies for being themselves. Being a money-maker myself, i found it was right and definitely where i wanted to be. I had been living about six blocks further down the road, but now I was right in center of the action; just where I needed to be. This was where all the interesting things were taken place. This was where all the fun was, and this was where all the sexy girls were!What better reason is there to move when you’re a man in your early thirties?I was working as an assistant for a large company, one who helped make it famous in which commercials have run consecutively for many years now. I loved to excercise and yes, Yoga was a specialty of mine.During one of many sessions, I decided, right then and there, i wanted to where gloves. The kind that were fingerless. I know, sounds strange, but it was how my mind was working. On a particular evening, after work, I had decided to visit a lounge which was located directly across the street from where I lived. It was a strange place, sort of like something you see in a mystery movie. Eventually to my liking, it was frequented primarily by lesbian women, who seemed they didn't mind having a good, stiff dick up in them once in a while. I sat at a table and ordered a small portion of food and a drink. I just wanted to get out of the apartment for a while. Wasn't looking to meet anyone. I was just going to have a few drinks just to change up my scenery of home and work. The more i looked around, the more i wanted some action of my own. Sometimes, well, who am i kidding? most of the time, a man's dick has a mind of its own. I had noticed a very nice, sexy woman standing at the bar, talking to someone. She was noticeable as she had a phenomenal body. Her choice of red, skin-tight, shiny leggings with a tight, red silk top, did wonders for her figure. She had a firm, plump, juicy ass with long, shapely legs and amazing tits, big, round and ole so juicy. She also had a head full of long black hair that extended down her back stopping at her incredible booty. She really was quite stunning. Seemed every man had their eye on her and wanted to fuck her just from the instant look of her. Unfortunately, as this was a bar frequented by dyke-like women, I had naturally assumed her to be one and thought no more of it. I suspected she would have as interest in me as I did in other men, and that, certainly, was null and void.Unbeknownst to me, this lady had surreptitiously been watching me. I felt her eye rays peircing me from the distance. She walked closer to me. Man, was she beautiful. If I thought this woman was good looking from where I was sitting, she was even more beautiful close up and I found her closeness quite disturbing, even erotic. I was finding it very difficult not to look at her great breasts and slender legs. Out of no where, the woman asked if she could share her company with mine. Of course i said yes. She wanted to order drinks.This amazing woman actually wanted to buy me a drink and sit with me? Had I died and gone to heaven? Now, at this stage, I do have to explain something about me without sounding big-headed or egotistical, but I was, at the time, a male model. Back then, it was a well-paid job and a lot of fun. Now there are all manner of connotations attached. Ironically, I was also a ‘hand’ model, meaning that my hands were often used for close-up shots of men holding a variety of commercial products. I had done work for the best establishments out there, too numerous to mention. On reflection, I suppose I had ‘the look’ that was in demand for the times. Did i mention modeling for magazines? Not tooting my own horn, but lets just say i was stunning as well. I'm sure you would want me to be as honest as possible. I could often earn more in a one-hour modelling session than I could in a week at my regular job!