Of course all fantasy! From my blog..

 “What can I get for you sweetheart?”
     “Do you have a wine selection here?”
     She smirks.  “White… or Red.”
     “I’ll just have a Coors Light.   Uh… Bottle!”
     After feeling the grimy film on the seat of my bar stool, I’m not sure I want to take a chance at drinking from a glass.  It’s a dirty lonely place, yet, there’s something dangerously sexy about the dim lighting and the smoky haze.  I feel cloaked in an invisible fog where I can do anything I want and go unnoticed.
I’m wearing a black mini skirt, thigh high leggings, no panties.  My legs are crossed, thighs closed tight around my wet little pussy.  I’m so turned on right now, the anticipation is causing a fountain of oozing precum to pool along the bottom rim of my fanny.  
     And then he walks in.
     Cowboy boots, long denim legs, thick metal belt buckle, plaid button up shirt, and a confident smile that says he grew up around places like this.  Iron range boy.  Probably lost his virginity in a car parked outside a dive just like this one somewhere along this very strip of highway.  His hair is thick black with heavy strands of grey.  His brown eyes graze my body, enflaming me.  He takes me in, lingering in all the right places.  He orders a beer, tells the bartender to put my drink on his tab, then comes to greet me.
     I don’t care about words.  I know who he is.  I just need kisses right now to put out this flame.  Our lips meet, instant hunger.  He deepens his thrust. I open my mouth.  He slips in his tongue.  He pulls me from my stool, wraps his arms around my body, squeezes my waist, gropes my fanny.  I feel the strain of his large cock through his zip, against my thigh......  

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