fyrebush
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I went on a camping trip a few years back. I thought my GF was asleep and I was horny. But she told me not to bother her for sex anymore. I started to do my thing as easy as I could. I didnt think she was awake. Little did I know.
So there I was, off in my own little world just beating it for all I was worth. I was almost there...just a few more..then...she says.."hon, what cha doing?"
That was it. I was almost there...but she took it out of me. I said, you told me not to bother you so I wasnt. I am sorry, I didnt mean to wake you. She said I didnt, but then asked if she could watch me. I said only if you dont make a sound. She agreed.
I started up again....I was really getting into it this time..almost...almost..then..as I was ready to spew man goo all over my fist, she says...do you think of me when you do that? Took me all the way back to ground zero.
I told her to shut up and said that was rude of her to do that to me. Just when I was almost there. She said, sorry, I will be as quiet as a mouse the next time. I started again. A minute passed, and another. Recovery is always a good deal slower than progress from a clean start. I finally got close again and she said, "Doesnt it make you feel strange with me watching you?"
I said, Damn it, I dont believe it. I just cant believe it. Whats the matter with you, dont you have any sense of decency. I was just on the verge, you know that? Just on the verge.
She says she is sorry and thought I was done. Yea right. She said sorry, I wont say another word, I promise. I promise.
I said, never mind, I will just go someplace else. I got up, with my member in hand, and marched angrily away, out of the light of the fire, out of range of her voice, toward some private place in the woods where I could ne alone with my precious imaginings.
I scurried like a rabbit, barefoot along the side of the pond, one hand out to fend off the branches in the dark woods, the other to carry the load. Moving along that way, I wasnt quite out of earshot when I stubbed my toe hard on a protruding rock. I hopped on one foot, lost balance and went head over heels into the water with a loud splash. I let out a shrill cry followed by a series of sharp chirps that echoed back and forth across the valley for minutes after. I scrambled out, shook myself off and sat there, shivering in the dark---LIMP, meek and dissatisfied.
When the last echo of my scream had died away and all was quiet again, she called out to me with all the sarcasm she could muster, "Gee, I wish mine were like that!"
So there I was, off in my own little world just beating it for all I was worth. I was almost there...just a few more..then...she says.."hon, what cha doing?"
That was it. I was almost there...but she took it out of me. I said, you told me not to bother you so I wasnt. I am sorry, I didnt mean to wake you. She said I didnt, but then asked if she could watch me. I said only if you dont make a sound. She agreed.
I started up again....I was really getting into it this time..almost...almost..then..as I was ready to spew man goo all over my fist, she says...do you think of me when you do that? Took me all the way back to ground zero.
I told her to shut up and said that was rude of her to do that to me. Just when I was almost there. She said, sorry, I will be as quiet as a mouse the next time. I started again. A minute passed, and another. Recovery is always a good deal slower than progress from a clean start. I finally got close again and she said, "Doesnt it make you feel strange with me watching you?"
I said, Damn it, I dont believe it. I just cant believe it. Whats the matter with you, dont you have any sense of decency. I was just on the verge, you know that? Just on the verge.
She says she is sorry and thought I was done. Yea right. She said sorry, I wont say another word, I promise. I promise.
I said, never mind, I will just go someplace else. I got up, with my member in hand, and marched angrily away, out of the light of the fire, out of range of her voice, toward some private place in the woods where I could ne alone with my precious imaginings.
I scurried like a rabbit, barefoot along the side of the pond, one hand out to fend off the branches in the dark woods, the other to carry the load. Moving along that way, I wasnt quite out of earshot when I stubbed my toe hard on a protruding rock. I hopped on one foot, lost balance and went head over heels into the water with a loud splash. I let out a shrill cry followed by a series of sharp chirps that echoed back and forth across the valley for minutes after. I scrambled out, shook myself off and sat there, shivering in the dark---LIMP, meek and dissatisfied.
When the last echo of my scream had died away and all was quiet again, she called out to me with all the sarcasm she could muster, "Gee, I wish mine were like that!"
