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Warning - if you're under 18 or find erotic stories offensive, 
          please go no further ... blah, blah, blah

All comments are welcome.  Direct replies to: bd654@scn.org

Most people probably won't find this story very erotic.  It consists of
a conversation and no direct sex action.  I'm kind of a conversation
freak, and am merely indulging myself by writing and posting this story.

The story is almost all dialogue, mostly between two people.  As the
author, I've decided to be lazy and not use quotes, nor am I going to
identify which character is saying what.  The little action and scenery
that I choose to make known will be denoted between double caret
symbols.

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THE CONVERSATION - by sandmann
****************

<< a public place with more than one table >>

I'm really enjoying sex right now.  Ever since mine and Bill's
relationship broke up, I've been able to truly explore my own sexuality. 
Honestly, I was so naive to think that I knew it all at the age of 22. 
I admit that I was a little scared jumping back into the dating game in
my 30's, but I've been pleasantly surprised by all of the attention I
still get.
     Take the other day.  I'm sitting on a bus heading downtown and I'm
trying to figure out what stop to get off at that's closest to Ainsley
Street.  Finally, I just randomly choose a stop and am followed off the
bus by a half dozen people.  I'm looking back and forth to see if I can
catch sight of a street sign.  Out of the corner of my eye I see one of
the guys who exited the bus with me and turn towards him.  He smiles at
me and says, "I like your dress."  I'm still totally consumed with the
task at hand and reply, "Do you know which way Ainsley Street is from
here?"  He tells me it's a couple of blocks to our right and turns to
walk the other way.  I suddenly remember my manners and say, "Thank
you."  And he replies, "sure," and walks away.  Ten seconds later it
dawns on me that he complimented me on my dress.
     Anyway, that gets me thinking.  The dress was just a simple cotton
floral print that came down to just below the knee.  It really wasn't
THAT provocative or anything, so his compliment was really meant for me. 
I tried to remember his face, but couldn't really recall it.  He had
dark hair and a mustache, I think; but honestly, I'm not sure I could
even pick him out of a police lineup.  After I remembered the compliment
I immediately turned to see if I could still see him walking away.  But
he was well down the street and never turned back to look at me. 
     On the bus ride home I was trying to figure out why this perfect
stranger chose to compliment me.  He must have been paying attention to
me on the bus, but I was too busy studying the want-ads to notice
anyone.  Anyway, I've come to the conclusion - or maybe this is just my
fantasy, but I really believe he was thinking of me in some sexual
manner.  I mean, let's say this guy was a truly nice guy that enjoyed
complimenting strange women and helping them with directions.  At the
same time, he could also be some sexual deviant that had all kinds of
fantasies while looking at me on the bus.  You know, Laura, when I first
thought about the compliment it really made my day, but by the time I
got home I was really disappointed that the events didn't allow me to
know him a little better.

It sounds like you're really moving on.  Most of the single women I know
hate the dating scene.

Yeah, I don't know why it appeals to me so much but I'm really into it
right now.  All of this sexual exploration has me thinking that I'm
uninhibited when it comes to sex.  When I think back to the repressed
ways that Bill and I practiced sex I literally laugh out loud.  I mean -

Excuse me for interrupting, but I couldn't help but overhearing part of
your conversation.  Did you say that you're sexually uninhibited?

This is a private conversation!

That you're having in a public place.

Didn't anyone tell you that eavesdropping is rude!

Sure, but they didn't tell me it was against the law.

Well we didn't invite you to interrupt our conversation!

Okay, I'll tell you what.  I'll ask one question, and if you give me an
honest answer, I'll leave if you want me to.  Deal?

Ask the question first, then I'll tell you if I agree to the deal.

Fair enough!  You sound like a regular customer here, so for all of the
times that you've been here, how many times have you overheard people
talking about sex or issues of sexuality?

I'm not sure.

Remember, I said, "be honest."

Okay, then, I think I can recall at least a couple of conversations.

Wouldn't you call that eavesdropping?

Wait a minute.  The deal was I only had to answer one question.

That's right!  Very observant.  I'll tell you how I knew you'd heard
other conversations about sex, here.

How?

Because you felt totally comfortable talking about it just now, right
here, within earshot of at least two or three other tables, including
mine.

Well, yeah, I guess I do feel kinda comfortable here since most of the
customers are young adults and not as likely to be offended hearing that
kinda thing.

Exactly!  So...

So, what?

Did I hear you correctly that you thought of yourself as being fairly
uninhibited, sexually?

Yeah, I did say that, and I believe it.  So what?

Well I always like to get a handle on the various interpretations of
what 'inhibited' is.

Uh, Kiki, I'd love to hear more of this but I've gotta go.  My 2 o'clock
starts in 15 minutes.

Okay.  See ya Laura.  Are we still on for Wednesday night?

Yeah sure, I'll call ya.

Bye.

Bye.

<< a waiter comes by and pours refills of coffee >>

What were we talking about?

Interpretations of inhibition.

Right, so do you feel you're sexually inhibited - or, I mean
uninhibited.

Ah, we were talking about your lack of inhibitions, not mine.

Okay then.  Why do I get the feeling you're skeptical about my sexual
uninhibitedness?

Is that a word?

I asked my question first.

Whoa, you're a stickler for this question-answer format.  Okay, then, I
guess I am a bit skeptical.  Let me ask you this.  Have you ever tried
bondage or had fantasies about it?

Yes.  I mean - I've had a partner tie me to a bed, but nothing any more
serious than that.  But I have had more detailed fantasies involving
bondage.

How about spanking, have you ever been involved in or fantasized about
that?

Yes, well at least some light spanking, but never with any whips or
anything like that.  I mean I wouldn't want someone to cut me or
mutilate me in any way.

So you draw your uninhibited line at mutilation?

Well sure, but we're talking about sexual inhibitions, aren't we?  I
mean, I hardly see how mutilation is sexual in any way.

Okay, I'll accept this point for now, but I do think there are deviants
who would strongly disagree with you on that one.  Let's try something
more basic.  Have you ever had anything inserted into you that wasn't a
dildo, a penis or a finger?

Like what?

Like anything.  A coke bottle, a television remote control, a manual
stick shift, a strawberry -

I used a cucumber, once.

That's interesting.

Well what are you getting at?  That someone has to dream about using
every object under the sun to be uninhibited?

No, my definition of, what's the term you used? - oh yeah,
'uninhibitedness', is not the topic right now.  All I'm getting at is
whether you actively fantasize and/or follow through on various
substitutes for sex.  You know, I think the term they're using now is
auto-erotica.

I guess I don't very often.

Well let me ask you this.  Could the thought of having someone's toe
inserted into you turn you on in any way?

Well, yeah maybe.  I've never given it much thought, but given the right
circumstances I think it might be fun.  I mean, I briefly dated this guy
with a shoe and foot fetish for awhile and it was kinda fun.  I didn't
think him a pervert for it.  Well, at least not much of a pervert.

Do you have any fetishes?

I'm not sure.  I guess it depends on how you define fetish.

Define it your own way.

Well, then I guess I can think of one off the top of my head.  I love
guys' bellybuttons.  What I've found is that even the neatest of guys
will sometimes have lint inside their bellybuttons.  Anyway, I like to
pick out the lint and then lick it clean with my tongue.

Really?

Yeah, I, uh - Wait a minute.  This is getting kinda personal.

Okay, let's move on.  Have you ever fantasized about or made love to an
obese guy?

Uhh, I think so.

How heavy was he? 

I don't remember.  Probably around 250 pounds.  He sure felt heavy.

Did you enjoy it?

Not really, but my lack of enjoyment had more to do with his technique
than his weight.

Have you ever had sex with a woman or fantasized about it?

No, not really.

How about bestiality?  Ever want to do it with a horse or dog?

God no!  Do you?

We're not talking about me, remember?  Have you ever fantasized or
gotten turned on thinking about doing it with a corpse?

Okay, I see what you're driving at here.  But I make a distinction
between sex and perversion.  I may be inhibited perversionally, but I'm
still uninhibited sexually.

So lesbian sex is perverted by your definition.

No!  Well, uh, well no, lesbian sex isn't perverted.  I think
homosexuality depends on the desires of a specific person.  I don't have
those desires, so yeah, I guess I am inhibited in that regard!

I apologize.  I didn't mean to make you feel defensive about it.  Like I
said, when I hear someone make the comment that they're uninhibited, I
always like to explore their definition.  Let's go in the opposite
direction.  What is it that makes you hot?  What turns your crank?  What
makes you feel uninhibited?

Well I like all kinds of sex in just about every conceivable position. 
I keep myself in shape and plenty limber so I can maximize my enjoyment
in this regard.  But I guess straight sex really isn't out-of-the-norm
so let me think here...  I've tried and sorta like anal sex, and I like
oral sex.  I like dirty talk.  I enjoy watching my lover pee.

Really?

Oh God!  I can't believe I just told you that!

It's okay!  Really!  I find it interesting, not shocking.  Please, go
on.

Well, I fantasize about being in a threesome with two guys.  Wait a
minute, I meant to ask you earlier.  You don't seem to distinguish much
between a specific sexual act and fantasizing about the act, right?

That's correct.  To me, the real sex organ is the brain.  Fantasizing
about it can be, in some circumstances, every bit as uninhibited as
doing a verboten act.

Oh, I was involved in a threesome with a bestfriend and her boyfriend
when I was in college.  But it wasn't a very ideal situation.  Wendy and
I agreed not to touch one another, and Sam lasted about ten minutes
before he was exhausted.  Whoever said that men peak between 16 and 19
didn't ever fuck a teenager.  They have the lasting power of a three
minute egg.

So you think about threesomes.  How about orgies?

Yeah sure.

Have you ever fucked a guy on the first night that you've met him?

Wait a minute.  Is this a pickup line?  Is that your angle?

Not at all.  I'll tell you what.  If I was trying to make you, I
definitely wouldn't end the conversation right now.  Especially since
I'm a ways away from getting your phone number.  So, to prove my
intentions I'm giving you the option of ending this right now.  As a
gentleman, I'll walk away immediately.

Hmmmm, something doesn't seem quite genuine in your offer, but I can't
put my finger on it.  Oh I have it, you know I won't want to end it now
because I haven't had my opportunity to explore your sexual inhibitions,
yet.

Touche.  Here's another test of my intentions.  I formally declare that
even though I'd love to have your phone number, for the sake of the
conversation I'm foreswearing this desire.

Well, okay.  My answer to your question, if you still remember it, is
yes.

Okay, you've had sex on the first date.  How about with a stranger? 
Like the guy in your story from the bus?

No, not a complete stranger like that, but I have fantasized about it.

Do you enjoy acting out fantasies?

Wait a minute.  This sounds like a come on, again.  I mean, you're a
stranger and you're encouraging me to act out my "stranger" fantasy.

No, it was an innocent question.  Like I said, I don't make much of a
distinction between fantasy and action in terms of being inhibited.  I'm
more curious to know whether you make such a distinction and act out
your fantasies, as a result.

Well, yeah, I've enjoyed acting out fantasies and I do think it causes
me to be less inhibited.

What was the last fantasy that you've acted out?

Hold on!  Timeout!  It's my turn.  I'm asking you questions, now.

<< waiter comes by with coffee refills, again >>

Let me turn the question on you.  What was the last fantasy that you
acted out?

Well, it was kind of a mutual fantasy of mine and a friend.  I was the
one that brought it up and she proposed acting it out.  I'm not a very
big guy, nor do I have any kind of frame for fighting; and yet, a
persistent fantasy of mine was to have a friend or lover act real slutty
in a somewhat seedy bar and then muscle my way in and try to steal her
away from someone larger than I am.  I'm definitely not the type to go
looking for a fight, but in an odd sexual way I was willing to lay it on
the line in this particular fantasy.

So, you went through with it?

Yeah.

What happened?

Well first, I had to assure my friend she would be safe.  This was the
difficult part.  I figured the easy way was to have a gun, on hand, to
break up a situation if it got ugly for her.  The thing of it is, I
wasn't at all into guns, at the time.  So, I bought a gun, became
proficient at a shooting range, and even took a course on how to handle
a gun in a sticky situation.  It took six months of preparation to even
do the fantasy.  Anyway, I hid the gun in a boot holster and then we set
it up.

Yeah, but what happened in the bar?

I was getting to that.  It played out almost exactly as I had fantasized
only I ended up getting the shit kicked out of me.

Really?

Yeah, I followed her into the bar about ten minutes after she arrived. 
She was dressed to the nines and was flirting, bigtime, with a couple of
burly guys.  They might have been bikers but I couldn't say for sure.  I
sat down and watched her, and as it progressed I got a hard-on, even
though I was more scared than ever.  I guess it was the fear combined
with the erotic aspect of it that really was a new feeling for me. 
Anyway, after ten more minutes of flirting, these guys were pawing her
like crazy.  On cue, she went to the restroom.  When she returned, she
stopped to play pinball.  I made my move, and immediately started
hitting on her.  She was way into the fantasy, rubbing her body against
my crotch and whispering dirty talk into my ear.
     It didn't take long before the guys at the bar strolled over and
requested that I get lost.  I was damn scared as I made a wiseass
remark, as planned.  One guy punched me hard right on my breastplate. 
It knocked me against the wall and hurt like hell.  Then, my friend
turned on the guys and said, "screw you guys, I'm leaving."  She then
went out the back and got into her car to watch the front door.  Neither
of them followed her, so I started to bolt out the front door.  One of
them caught up with me and slammed me against a wall.  The bartender
shouted at them to take it out onto the street.  One guy forced me out
the front with a hand on the back of my neck.  I'm a long distance
runner so I planned to make a break for it.  I got loose of his hand and
started running, but the other guy must have been a sprinter because he
caught up with me within a half a block and tackled me onto the
pavement.  The bruise on my head was bad enough, but they then proceeded
to each take a couple of shots to my face and then kicked me several
times while I was on the ground.  They laughed and told me not to show
my ugly face around there, anymore.
     I limped over to my friend's car and she drove me to the hospital. 
I had a broken nose, one broken rib and plenty of bruises.  They asked
me if I wanted to call the cops, but I told them that they'd jumped me
and I never got a good look.  When my friend got me home, she was so
horny she wouldn't be denied, even in my bruised state.  She was
merciful, though.  She allowed me to lie there like a dead fish while
she got herself and I off in every way she could think of.

Wow!  Are you bullshitting me about this?

No way!  You can see the bump on my nose, and I can show you the scar on
my ribcage.

Was it worth it?

Yeah, sure.  In addition to being involved in a very erotic situation, I
also learned how to be aggressive in a sexually competitive situation. 
Plus, I learned how to use a handgun.  Thank God I didn't have to
actually use it.

If she would have been hassled on her way out of the bar, would you have
used it?

Absolutely!  That was part of the thrill of the fantasy acting.  Knowing
that I might have to shoot a guy who was basically set up by us.  But I
would have winged him.  I wouldn't have been aiming at his head or
heart.

Wow!  What other kinds of stuff do you do, as far as sex goes.

Oh, I don't know.  Pretty much the same stuff that you've done.  I do
enjoy giving and receiving analingus which some people find disgusting. 
If I were in the right threesome involving another guy and woman, I'd
probably get a little touchy-feely with the guy, even though I don't
have any strong homosexual feelings.  After getting beat up by the fists
and boots of a couple of guys, I'm more tolerant of pain these days.  I
wouldn't want to get cut up, but I've had some women whip me pretty
hard.

Really?  What else?  What else does it for you?

I'm a major freak for women's feet, though shoes don't do anything for
me.  I'm not really into cross-dressing.  I don't know.  I like a lot of
things.  I don't claim to be uninhibited, though.

Oh, you're still chastising me on that one, huh?

Not really.  I just wanted your interpretation.

So, do you still want my phone number?

No.

You don't?  Why not?

I'd rather engage in immediate fantasy roleplaying, instead.

Oh really?  What did you have in mind?

I'd like to happen upon a bus where a very attractive woman is wearing a
colorful floral print, knee-length dress.

Hmmm, would this bus be heading downtown, perchance?

Naturally!  I wouldn't be getting off until Ainsley Street, myself.

What did you say your name is?

I didn't!

<< smiles all around >>

THE END