The Long Highway Pt. 32 - Sex Stories

The Long Highway Pt. 32

from Akemi:

Hiroko translated

Thank you for understanding me and promising I can trust you.

When I sent the picture I felt I was doing it to you not my husband and I got so wet!

I trust you!

from Mitchell:

Long time no word. Akemi's been talking about you. Have you heard from her lately?

We watched a basketball game last night and Akemi got distracted on her phone. I thought maybe she was writing to you. There were less than thirty seconds left and our team hit a three-pointer to go ahead. I kept telling her, "You're going to miss this!" Ha ha.

Otherwise, everything's fine with me, my job and all going well. And you?

photo of Akemi attached (nice shot in jeans)

from Akemi:

Hiroko translated

Mitchell has a crazy imagination. "Crazy" is the word he used. He's so funny. He said he had a dream about the college class he's teaching in which he told students to pair up as man and woman and take turns giving their partners oral sex, the women sucking the men and the men "eating" the women (that's the word he said).

I guess he meant to use that as a "teaching moment" (also his phrase), lead a discussion of the "activity" afterward.

When the students had already started, he realized he should have told them before that everyone was free to say no they didn't want to take part "do or be done." But he saw none of the students seemed to mind, feel he had abridged their rights or fault him for assigning something "inappropriate."

Mitchell was ...

... very "ecchi" last night. That's Japanese for "horny."

We'd watched a show about war, close-up look at soldiers. One objected to treatment by his own men of an enemy officer. They'd recaptured territory and put the high-ranking man in a jail that until then had held their own men as prisoners. Just released, some were still present in the cell area.

"They'll tear him to pieces," the objector said of the fate awaiting the officer at the hands of the freed prisoners now in control. He thought it wasn't fair that he be brutalized. The young man felt that even in war-time right and wrong mattered, you had to maintain your basic humanity.

Mitchell found the drama exciting, enjoyed my reaction, reminded me "It's only a story" when I showed emotion about the young soldier, the hero who cared.

from Mitchell:

It is a good one, isn't it? Light touching her bare shoulders as your or my hands might. That shot of her great ass in jeans gave me an idea. It's a game. She writes a Japanese character, a difficult one with a lot of parts, and you and I both try to copy it. She looks at the results and chooses the best. She doesn't know who did which. The winner gets to go with her while the other watches.

You've won and she's going to go down on you. You're going to "fuck her face," as we jokingly say here. You want to eat her first, though. She demurs for a moment, would rather just start to suck you, but agrees when you insist.

You get her taste, her aroma. Your saliva ...