25.4.2009
The Wonder of The Blue One!
The Wonder of The Blue One!-Olithor Eiriks "You're behaving worse than I do, a young man, you're practically never at home." He was missing the imposition of her hands followed by a short prayer the few nights he slept at home. "-He's so incredibly nice to me and gives me such an easy feeling", but she never went into any details, for it was her own business, how she spent her leisure, not rather than what he does with his fiancée. "-But my sister's always alone at home, when you go visit that man ", in his selfishness he tries his best to influence his mum. "-I don´t believe it really matters for her, whether I stay at home or not, for she's always with her friends." His mum replies obviously not relinquishing a thing. -Should I buy myself viagra, just to check out what kind of influence it has on me. I might become some kind of a superman. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -Loki Fownis! Stands up and walks toward a supple dark-haired young man (He's inside Café Victor by Ingolfstorg (square of Ingolfur (the first official settler in Iceland)). As usual he's looking for a woman, almost lost all hope of finding somebody his own age who'd like to dance with him, when he sees a pretty woman who doesn't look uncomtortably young for him. Pulls himself together, bends his head lightly and asks her for a dance in the clangorous music on the over-crowded tiny wooden floor, which trembles under all those dancing feet driven by -´61. -Could you perhabs give me a prescription for Viagra, he asks a bit low-voiced, like he had to feel ashamed if something was buggering him in his lower stories. Loki shows Sara a card, that has four small blue tablets inside, so tiny in fact that their alleged activity is obviously questioned. Their activity is supposed to last four hours normally. When they're lying naked under the sheets on the fourth hour, they decide to save their energy and rest until morning. Enjoy each other's closeness, but because of Loki's bad pyrosis when lying on his left side they switch places in the bed, thus enabling him to embrace her from behind. Shortly after their goodnight-kiss they both fall a sleep, incredibly he's able to hold this position, until he's disturbed by a piss-erection about eight When he had humoured his urinary bladder he puts a tiny blue sexpower-tablet called Viagra into his mouth. Because it is presumed that the tablet won't activate until half-an-hour later, he returns to the cozy sandwich-position. When he's back this darling of a woman awakens from where she's located in her dreamland: -Aren't you going to sleep a little longer, my love? And of course he's not able to get much sleep, until his little friend begins enlargening more than ever before, where he lies in between her thighs in the triangle and into her wet welcoming queenie it goes, where it will explore new territories in the world of love and lust. Both on their right side they thrust closer together, to and fro just like two attached snakes, until he after several minutes disjoins just at the moment he's about to explode. -How delightful it is, moans his expectful lass before she revolves to her back, now you can enter again, my love. She's all tuned up and starts trembling when she's able to sense how it forces itself into her wet queenie, how delightfully his king fills out every space and just as a professional he puts his hands under her knees pressing her thighs towards the abdomen. This position she's never tried, she says, but in it the king is able to arouse the G-spot, which's a few centimetre long spot of pleasure inside of the belly, a prolonging of the clitoris. Loki slides in and pulls out in a position which is really a little -Thank you, my love, when she's able to speak again, your devotedness and generosity isn´t rivalled by anyone. I've lost count of the orgasms you've given me, while you had just one. Aren't you hungry, my loveliest? She follows admirably how his athletic body, muscular thighs and his firm arse recede from her. She sends an imaginary kiss in his track, closes her eyes and thanks him in a low voice. They feed one another with dollops, smacking kisses each time, either a mum's or a dad's version. Their love is so hot, that they haven't the slightest idea which way or how to turn. More than anything else they wish to be alone on a deserted island, where they could make love carefree all day long. -And in the evening we could take a stroll between the crowded cafés, just to show us and be seen, he adds enthusiastically. He and her kids didn't agree with one another and they found it absolutely intolerable whenever he an unrelated person was meddling with their upbringing. Being a crew-member on a research-ship he was away for long periods of time and as time went by and the kid's disliking of their mother's husband grew their chorus became stronger, whenever his homecoming Having heard about two balls of three weights intended for women, who'd like to work out their pelvis-muscles without difficulties, Loki bought a pair medium-sized, because just as he used to say, there must be some reason for my stray orgasms. He got the guidance, that after the balls had been put inside the queenie, the woman in question is supposed to constipate her pelvis-muscle preventing them from falling down. Therefore they were both quite astounded, when Sara didn't have any problem keeping them inside. They behaved just as they were at home not having any intension of leaving this delightful place and the gravity wasn't able to drag it down. To Sara's most delight, because this new womb-experience was very comfortable. Therefore she left them undisturbed for a long period of time.
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-I'm somewhat displeased with my endurance, my love, the way my friend becomes crestfallen shortly after it enters your heaven, he tells her a little abscent-minded, where they are lying together under a single blanket, exhausted after yet another love-making. She visits him almost every night and they love being together.
"-Bigotry", the son calls the behaviour of his mother who's in her fifties.
She always replies in the same way:
-Yes, but I'm quite pleased with you the way you are, my dear Loki, replies his sweetheart, just the moment she takes softly about his genitals, bends over and kisses the king, where it lies exhausted on his thigh.
-Yes, that might be a real kick, but don't you think you'll have to visit the doctor before?
-Probably I will, but then I will just have to take it like a man. I've really had to deal with all kinds of doctors, he carries on telling her about the ironic fact that he has the greatest pile of journals in his hometown, with a grin on his face, at the moment he embraces her once again asking whether she'd like another go at it, before getting up.
Loki got an appointment with a doctor in the Doctor-centrum that same afternoon by sheer luck, because a customer or patient had postponed earlier in the morning. The waiting-room is crowded as always, when he arrives there, with people of all ages busy looking at the pictures in magazines, for most part German, but a few Icelandic of course. Shortly after he's
found a seat and sat down his face lights up, when his name's called up with a deep manly voice:
-Yes, arrived.
in a white rope down to his knees. They shake hands, introduce themselves, before they enter an unusually small doctor's interviewing-room.
-And what can we do for you young man, asks the doctor, who's probably ten, fifteen years younger than Loki, who can't help but smile at the proposterity of the doctor's question, and simultaneously a couple of months old incident goes through his mind:
some loud bumper.
-Excuse me young friend, don't you find it more appropriate to make an attempt with someone your own age, she asks with a zeal in her voice.
-Well, which model might you be for starters, he asks her astonished by the question.
-Hey there missy, I´m model 55, Loki tells the surprised woman.)
-Yes, no problemmo, the doctor replies light-heartedly. Anything else?
-I myself do find it big enough a problemmo, for I never believed I'd have any need for a drug like that.
-Are you impotent?
-Not exactly, but I want to check out whether Viagra's able to increase my ability and pleasure, both mine and hers.
-Yes I see, many like to try that drug, people of all ages.
-Well, is it OK. Not any side effects?
-The only people that might be in any danger are those, who have a weak heart. Are you one of those perhabs?
-No, I'm happy to say.
-Well, then there's nothing that says you aren't able to try the drug and for your convenience and to save you money I'll give you a multi-prescription, valid four times.
-Then we'll have to have enough of time and ease, my dear.
Therefore they decide to try out the activity of this alleged wonder-drug over the weekend, when Loki will be a hermit.
As usual they go out late on Friday-night; the city center's dance-halls visited and tried out with a dance or two, sober people amongst intoxicated young people of all ages. About one thirty they enter the Gullold (golden age) in the Grafarvogur-precinct, where they're going to end a nice amusement-night by dancing to the music of a bigband-duo composed of a
keyboard-player and a vocalist. As usual they stand close together in their dancing; his hands on her soft hibs, hers on his shoulders. Cheeks close together, either the left or the right one and often he allows himself to give her ear-lobes a nibble to her immeasurable delight and pleasure.
o'clock.
-Yes, at least for half an hour yet, he replies charged with so much expectation, that he's quite sure he won't be able to get any more sleep.
Sara moans and cries in her delight.
compulsive and painful, making him sweat and groan, until he after a couple of minutes decides to change it before he ejaculates.
Without ever leaving this tender pleasure-centrum he moves her right leg over his head, thus making her lie on her left side, but him on his knees by her backside.
And on he arouses this remarkable G-spot, which wasn't officially discovered in the Western hemisphere, until the middle of the twentieth century by American sex-therapists. In his slowest way he slides his bonestiff super-tiny king in and out, but just before men's most supreme delight closes in he uncouples their nice intercourse and alters the position yet again.
This time he lays his lover on her lovely stomach and having put a pillow under her he sits astride across her thighs and reaches her screaming open queenie with his swollen king. Once again he arouses this remarkable spot, which Africans living in areas where the most repulsive custom of circumcising girls is customary, have known for centuries.
Around twelve o'clock, when they've been making love almost four hours with short intervals, he lets his sperm couple with her bodily fluids, in a mutual orgasm of lust and fire.
He's completely knocked up, lies motionless between her thighs in the good and old missionary-position and lowers all his weight on her belly and breasts. This way he stays, until she begins
groaning from his manly weight. Then he rolls on his back and for a while they lie side by side under a single blanket, with eyes closed, completely exhausted.
-No, I must rather thank you, my dear. If you knew how much I really enjoyed being able to satisfy a woman, the way I've done to you , he replies her thankfully.
-Yes a bit, now when you mention it.
-Would you like a little snack in bed, he offers her, just as he moves from under their mutual blanket and walks stark-naked toward the kitchen.
-You're my guest and I'm supposed to treat you well, he returns the greetings in a similarly low voice plus a movement of his hand.
In a relatively short time he returns, but now with a tray in his hands which he lays down on the pink frotté-sheet. There's a plate on the tray carrying various dainties, which he'd been able to charm from leftovers in the refrigerator. Moreover there are two fried eggs, two glasses of light-milk and a fork and a knife for the both of them. Before they're able to sit down to the delicious meal he fetches a large bath-towel, which he lays out between them and under the plate. Then they get busy satisfying
their hunger; both sitting in a lotus-position facing one another, each with a blanket over their naked shoulders.
-When we'll at last be alone we shall buy a nice apartment downtown with a view over the ocean towards Mt. Esja, she decides for the both of them, reaches out for his hand and looks into his beautiful green eyes with her shining blue ones.
-I don't know whether I'd be so interested in that, says his lover, who'd really like to be alone in the presence of her lover, whom she thinks a little too young for her and sometimes she's a little jealous towards the younger women, who off and on greet her young man. At the moment it's not a big problem, perhabs because she's easily able to keep her young appearance with the use of cosmetics here and there, but how will it be in
seven years, when she's sixty and he'll be 53. She recalled how it was with her second husband, who was 47 when they first met, seven years her senior, an age difference she didn't think much of when they were relatively young, especially when one is recently divorced feeling lonely and bored, desiring the warm nearness of a man. But this happened to go through changes as
time went by, her children grew older and stopped being as easy to handle as were they dolls, didn't fall asleep as soon as before and kept annoying their doorhandle, thus deminishing their private moments. Not mentioning his steadily worsening appearance, as he grew older closing in on his sixties, but she always looked as young as before; a pretty blond woman.
was due:
-Ooooh, is the man coming?!
And whenever he left they became happy again. They were so bloody jealous of him, for they just wanted to be able to control their easily remissable mother, who did just about anything to keep the peace. Probably because she had real difficulties becoming pregnant and therefore she felt obliged to them and the almighty. She was in her thirties when they came into this
world.
Where they're sitting on their feet in the double-bed, the emptied plate in between, stomachs filled, but their genitals bare, gaping in order to take the bait, the tension increases, until they just can't stand it any longer.
Loki puts the tray on the floor and Sara folds the towel neatly.
Why don't you try being on top, my love, he offers her before he lies down on his back.
-No thank you. I've never liked that position especially, she replies zealingly.
-You prefer lying like a skate, leaving all the work to the man, Loki says in a waggish tone, where he's sitting comfortably admiring his lover's sexy outlines.
-Yes, I just haven't got enough strength for any activities and prefer to take it easy in the love-making, she says apologetically, I've always been this way. But I give a good blow job.
-If your queenie didn't embrace my king as well as it does, I wouldn't know what I'd do, because you just seem to lie there motionless accepting whatever is given to you. It's so tight, that one might wander whether you'd ever given birth, even though you've really got two children.
-I had a Caesarean operation in both cases, actually, she explains.
-Well that explains it why your queenie's just as tight as were you a teenager, says the enlightened mister, and that explains why one feels like being in a wide cave, being with many other women, who haven't worked sufficiently their pelvic-muscle posterior to the birth of children.
By the reason how expensive these blue wonder-tablets tend to be and have a relatively long durability, the two lovers in question decide to use them sparingly. But to their great wonder and delight their durability lasts a lot longer than the promised four hours, because Loki became quite insatiable and his stamina grew with each tablet. The sex urge and hornyness was just like it came from another world and the only thing he had
to do to prolong his hard-on was a tiny stroke up and down his wonderful pride, off and on.
-Viagra's quite a wonder-drug, Catherine the Emperess and Andrea the needle-ghost happen to think out, when they witness its effect, but meanwhile their partners keep quiet, one because he Adolf the true Hitler used to believe, that he had been an incredible stud himself not having any need for such drugs, but the other was thinking about potential effects on paralized men, for as you dear reader should know F.D. Roosevelt was in a
wheel-chair when he was president of the USA.-But never the less you must beware of her they think aloud, all ghosts but Andrea, who really can't grasp their behaviour, perhabs because she's a mere sewing-ghost side by side with the super-ghosts.
She's quite pleased for her protégé, Sara Finns.
The moment she'd met this guy, Loki Fownis, she
seemed to become a whole different and happier person.
Andrea's love for this woman, whom she'd followed and looked after for 53 years and witnessed her times of happiness and sorrow, greater and lesser relationships that had ended badly, had grown immensly.
But this time her ship might take a different course.
Loki seemed to have a better influence on her, than
anyone of her former lovers.