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"Sure thing, as long as Hotness doesn't get too angry about it," I winked at the two girls.
They took their drinks, snickered and raced from the room.
"Stop calling me that," Zuiko seemed pissed, so I, of course, didn't let it go.
"I'll pick a less honest name if you like, but I hate lying, especially to you," I twisted on the sofa so that my arm was hooked over the back and I could stare at her.
"That name is disrespectful," she persisted.
"Not in the barrios I come from," I deflected her argument. "There it is a status thing. Few women get called it and fewer still deserve it."
"Well, I don't like it, so stop," she proclaimed. She spun and left before I could get another word in which considering how tight her capris were over her butt wasn't really a bad thing. I also noted she didn't give me an alternate name to use.
Later, over a subdued dinner, the three of us were eating -- me down by Dad's end, Zuiko at the wife's spot and Cybil at her side when I noticed that I hadn't been requested in any manner to leave and Cybil had been allowed to shoot me some glances without Zuiko getting apoplectic.
"Mrs. La Roche, there was a very large stain on the leather sofa in the entertainment room this afternoon," Maria informed the head of household.
"Maybe Duke made it," Hotness snipped at me.
"Oh no, Senora, this is not the kind of stain a man would make," Maria winked my way. I almost spewed my fruit punch.
"Oh," Hotness gave me a furtive glance then looked out the window. "As long as it's cleaned up," and that was the end of the matter. Next time Jacye came over, I was using a towel.
- COMMENTS
DocWordsover 2 years agoI love reading the comments all the ‘experts’ write on someone’s story. I think it’s a well written, humorous story. The characters are well developed and it’s a compelling read. Thank you for sharing it.
Anonymousalmost 7 years agoThe line between hate and lust, can become blurred. Good humor. Nice story 5*
fanfareover 10 years agoI always snicker when I read such blatant nonsense about men who supposedly have donkey sized cocks. My experience with a modest seven inches is that women generally need a lot of foreplay to be comfortable enough to enjoy me hammering away. And I have to be careful to give them their orgasms first because once I start to orgasm and ejaculate my penis swells up large enough to block vaginal contractions and keep women from additional orgasms.
I have to agree with the comments complementing FS for the quality of his writing style. As for the stroke stories, I excerpted several out of novella sized writings I am still working on. Just to provide more succinct and explicit masturbatory aides for those critics whining about how difficult it was for their limited intellects to plod through my other submissions. But the site statistics show me that they are no where near as popular you might have expected considering the trolls who infest Literotica.
