Lee Vasey

I see it all the time when I’m cruising through the personal ads.

“Bored and horny.”

“Married White Guy, Bored at Home.”

“Available, Rock-Hard, Bored Cock.”

“Horny, Bored, and Drunk.”

“Available at My Place and Bored.”

“Me and My Cock Are Bored Stiff.”

Seems to me that the massive layoffs that are a part of the present economy are resulting in a lot of guys who suddenly find themselves with a lot of time on their hands.  Could it be that looking for a job is either getting old hat or hopeless, and a lot of guys are turning to sex?

Are these horny guys screwing their wives, or has the uncertain financial future cooled things off in the bedroom?

Has this sudden surplus of spare time reawakened slumbering interests in male sex?

Has the economic downturn created a cadre of men who otherwise would be going to work every day and staying faithful to their relationships?

If any of the above sounds like you, I want to hear about it.

“She popped off for her nineteenth orgasm of the evening, gushing out a half-gallon of cunt juice in a spray.  At the same time, my buddy shot bolt after bolt of cream down her hot, sucking lips.  With a cry, I pulled my eleven-inch tool out of her sopping cunt and shot a good three ounces of man-cum all over her perfect 44-DD tits.”

I don’t write that way.

Why?

Because it doesn’t happen.

My book is about a series of encounters I had while meeting people online.  None of these people had porn-star bodies, or elephantine cocks, or three-inch clits, or any of that crap.  They were normal, everyday people, very much like you or me.

They had perspiration.  Some were balding.  Some had stretch marks.  Some had cigarette breath and needed braces.  They were real people.

This is not to say some of them weren’t interesting physically.  Take Ray (who you will read about in my book).  Ray had an absolutely sculpted body.  Ray had a really big dick.  Ray is a committed bottom, and he’s a great fuck.  We’ve been together about 8-10 times.

But Ray is an old man.  He’s not a particularly handsome person.  Ray would be laughed out of your average modeling agency.  He’s good looking, but he’s not THAT good looking.

So, let’s be honest.  I don’t talk about my eleven-inch dick in my book because I don’t have one.  It’s closer to seven.  I don’t spurt huge quanities of semen, that go jetting half way across the room.  I’m usually good for a few drops, and that’s it. Thanks to swimming every day, I stay pretty slimmed down, but I don’t have “rock-hard abs” or “amazing pecs” or even “fat, puffy nipples” or any of the other crap you read in erotic fiction.  In the locker room, I’m pretty damned ordinary looking.

And the same holds true for my sex partners.  Yes, I’ve had sex with women with DD breasts.  I’ve had sex with women with F-cups and even J-cups.  But these women were also quite obese.  That is not to say that they weren’t sweet, attractive, pleasant people.  They are.  They take a very fun, effective, sex-positive approach to their casual romps in the bedroom.  They are exciting people.  But they aren’t going to win any prizes at the Miss Universe Pageant.

So, I’ve chosen to tell the truth.  For starters, it tends to be more varied and interesting than anything I could have invented.  It was more fun to write.  I’m gonna bet it’ll be more fun to read.