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Monday, June 9, 2014

Me and My Merchant Marine, Second Date Property Assessment

   Alright, I won't tease you any longer. It's just hard to write quickies about big things, trying to hit the climax - but not prematurely or after interest goes flaccid.
    Thus far, I'd learned that the best AND worst thing about Troy is that he's away for four-month stints, eight months of the year.
    Like me, Troy doesn't want to get married again. I'm overdone with marriage. I don't say "never," so I'll say: I won't ever get married again. And neither of us has had a relationship (i.e., sex) in over a year. (I always like to say "It's been over a year," when it's been, say, twelve years--or feels that way.) Troy's last girlfriend cried after sex and confessed to being a sex-addict. I assured him I'm not addicted; addicts get a lot of something. I'm more prone to do some fist-pumping versus crying afterward.
    Now, for the scenes. It appears they've been censored, perhaps by the NSA or Marie Osmond. (?)

Setting: Troy's cozy cabin in the heart of Magalia --a small, foresty town 20 miles from Chico, house in which he grew up. [He also owns a condo in Chico.] Hours earlier, he'd told Robyn to visit him with a bottle of wine at sundown; he'd show her his property. She's excited. She wants to see his property.

Scene: They drink wine at kitchen counter, chat, flirt. After lengthy build-up, Troy hooks his feet around Robyn's legs to pull her close.  ~~~~Insert kissing and sound effects.~~~~~~~:
Mmm. Quick heavy breaths. Mm. "Can we move to the couch?" She feigns discomfort. Transfer to couch ensues. He adjusts pillows. They position themselves horizontally. "I don't want to smother you...I want you on top." A cooperative lady, she abides. The room heats up, action accelerates, clothing items are deleted..."Aren't you hot in this big shirt?" Concerned for his health, she helps him remove shirt.  Pants are next. Will there be an insertion? Mmm. Maybe. Heavy breaths. Mmm. It's soon, but it's been too long. And it's pretty long, and big...but not moving. Mmm. Wait, did it budge? He subtlety shifts her up and down along his warm, soft body--very respectfully, of course. Will there be an insert-- an inser-- in-- No. His childhood couch. Twisted memories interfere. Their heartrates slow, but the two appear rather invigorated. Cool down proceeds.They get dressed. He says she surprised him by taking charge. "Really? It must have been the wine," she giggles. Or the fact that she just wants an insertion stat. Plus she likes his property.
 
Scene ends when Troy escorts Robyn to her car. He suggests his place in Chico next time, then watches her drive off under a blanket of stars. She flounders her way home, getting lost several times en route. The neighborhood wild dogs bark viciously at her when she turns down the wrong dirt paths. Still, she grins.

Will there be a proper insertion next time? We'll see...Note: I really don't want to keep teasing you, but I write non-fiction.

42 comments:

  1. Question: Will he be away for four months before we can read the next part? :-)

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  2. Good question, Vanessa!
    I really shouldn't read this stuff first thing in the morning...

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  3. LOL the fist-pumping line made me laugh. It would be tough to be away from someone four months per year, but I am a strong believer that love conquers all... :)

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  4. Bow chica bow bow!!!!!!

    Just thought I'd add some porno-like music to the story. lol Inquiring minds still need to know!!!!!!! Did they or didn't they?

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  5. lol sooo close yet so far. I guess we'll have to wait for the next "insert" to the story

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  6. LOL! Come on - tab A into slot B. Make it happen.

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  7. Didn't know this was a sex blog. Hope he isn't off to sea any time soon.

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  8. We're all rooting for an insert! Australians will understand that full double entendre.

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  9. Robyn, Sex sells (or so I've been told). I fully expect to see your readership explode if you continue along these lines. When that happens I imagine there will be more fist pumping.

    She cried. Really? How old is/was this woman? I remember crying after sex once. I was young. It was my first time. I thought it would be like the romance novels said. It wasn't. Hence the tears...

    I echo the other comments. Please tell me you meet again before he goes out to sea. This could be a LONG summer.

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  10. Damn! Swing and a miss. At least he "inserted" you into your car...?

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  11. His being away for a few months a year gives you lots of writing and imagining time. . .

    Is he home noe or do we have to wait 4 months for the sequel?

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  12. Fist pumping? LOL! That's certainly preferable to crying after sex.

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  13. That sounds like coitus non-insertus, Robyn. You didn't cry afterwards, so I'm having a snuffle. If the train doesn't make it to the tunnel in Chico, it's time to get a new engine driver.

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  14. If I had an insertion problem do to "childhood couch" or "She took charge", I'd cut the stupid thing off. Might just as well anyways, but it's the principle.

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  15. Sigh. And not one of contentment. I will wait, anxiously for the next exciting 'insertment'.

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  16. LOL. NO, I promise the next part very soon. I saw his **cough, clearing through** property twice more before he took off.

    Thank you.
    You're awesome and you keep me laughing. I promise to update you soon!
    xo

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  17. more, more, more. i agree fist pumping would be my response, too. cheers!!

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  18. Well, things are getting pretty steamy over here! :-)

    *grabs popcorn and a drink and pulls up chair*

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  19. this blog has got a bit racier since I last read it but I guess no insertion - like no cigar...

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  20. David, it's truly a rare occasion that I can take this blog in a racy direction (*insert humble fist-pumping).

    Jo, please see above. Only once per year or two (or twelve) can I write a sex blog post. Even then, it's censored and short on the sex factor that a sex blog would entail.

    Cheers, all!
    Love ya.
    Keep a smile.

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  21. Lordy, I'm getting the vapors reading about all this potential insertion.

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  22. Here's hoping you get some fist pumping, toe tapping, or even some stand up and wildly clap like a moron sometime soon!

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  23. Lol! Fist pumping > crying every time. And you're making me miss Hubby. Next time I am definitely getting some popcorn!! :)

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  24. Well, at least he has valuable property. Hopefully, it will go up soon. I think Troy needs a hand, instead of a fist-pump

    Julie

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  25. Non fiction cliffhangers. :)
    I never smile when I get lost driving, and I get lost driving all of the time. ;)

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  26. Oh my virgin eyes!!! I hope you finally got your chico in Chico. But I don't know if I REALLY want all the details. Is is a large property?

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  27. Now I need chocolate LOL. Love reading about you and your Merchie sailor!

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  28. Oooo...steamy! I had to smoke a cig after reading your post. Great excerpt...waiting for the incerpt.

    Just stopping by to say hey. Been busy, of course. Sis's surgery is Friday. :)

    M.L. Swift, Writer

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  29. Your comments are golden! I really need to start a book, "My Bloggy Friends' Comments."

    Thank you, all.

    Mitchell, it's not acres big, but it's about the quality of the land. Right? And how well it fosters growth...?!

    Mail4Rosey, I get lost driving everywhere too.

    ML, I miss and love you. Thanks for stopping by. I'll be sending extra prayers for sis Friday.

    Cheers and gratitude,
    xoRobyn

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  30. Hey Robyn!

    Did you call me? Okay, I'm here and yay n'stuff! :)

    Quickies can be um, hard work. Did you know that Troy is also a famous English illusionist? Yep, he pops in when you least expect it.

    Something very steamy about all of this, Robin. Did you turn down the wrong dirt paths because you had steamy windows? Do you notice I ask lots of questions?

    Insert answers if you so wish!

    Gary :)
    x

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  31. Whew! Honey, that's some pretty heated, erm, information. I couldn't imagine being away from my other half for so much time out of the year, but distance can make the heart grow fonder...

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  32. It's been a while since I last stopped by your blog. Clearly I've been missing out. :)

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  33. I know he does not want to get married but he seems like a real gentleman.

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  34. Wow!! I think I need to read through your archives!!

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  35. Oh geeze how you gonna let a menopausal lady setting her fanning herself until the cut to the next scene? Just kidding! I did need a cigarette but wait I quit those a couple of months ago! Oh and carry mace- for the wild dogs of course! :)

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  36. HA! You are too funny!

    Well, you know what they say about those Merchant Marine ships, don't you?

    They are full of semen, or is that seamen. Or is it both?

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  37. Haha, thank you, sillies.

    I'm having a helluva time with internet problems. I'll be back with next installment asap. This is just a warning, that I'm fairly MIA right now because of my damn connection.

    luv ya, peeps.
    Keep a smile.
    xoRobyn

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  38. Wow, after that first paragraph, I needed a shower.

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  39. Oh, dear. Childhood home, rabid dogs, no chocolate, no score...
    I can't wait to reading the ending - especially since I read them out of order (yes, the granny panties image is stuck in my head right now). :)

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