By
Dragyn Jones (Guest Blogger)
Heartbreakers
and Homewreckers, Inc. is the
name of an informal club founded by myself and some friends long ago
to challenge us by chasing married and engaged women. I tend toward
irreverent humor in walking through multi-orgasmic past experiences
as the H&H crew pushed the limits on chasing women. Offering to
give attached women “options and respite” from unfulfilling
relationships, I keep trying to add “firsts” to my list of sexual
accomplishments.
With
married and engaged women, the word “No” was a common occurrence,
but with half the fun in the chase, I learned to take the frequent
refusals in stride as a cost of higher risks than just chasing single
women, which I still did with relish (and bananas, honey, etc.). This
quest also had us help each other with some not-so-subtle
manipulation from my buddies, now called wingmen.
I
think I offer a unique perspective on sex from the male point of
view. Driven to find as many naked women as possible, I weigh my
efforts and goals to get laid with a sincere respect for women. We
came up with typically male justifications and rationalizations for
“helping out conflicted women.” If they had sex with me or
another H&H member, they must not be happy at home. If they said
no, then we moved on. No harm, no foul. Shallow, I know, but pussy
makes people do strange things.
I
enjoy writing my own experiences from the first person perspective,
hearing what Dragyn is feeling and thinking while he chases copious
sex. I feel like I’m writing my memoirs, or at least the sexual
ones. All of the stories in the first five books are true, with some
literary license taken by me regarding what coulda/shoulda been.
I’ve
written a couple of nonfiction books in my real life and have always
wanted to write fiction. However, I seem to have a serious brain
cramp at inventing something from scratch. Therefore, I tapped into
my own memories and experiences where I could embellish or alter
without having to think everything up.
Readers
get to hear Dragyn’s most intimate thoughts, inappropriate
comments, and a running dialog of how each woman, or women, are
affecting him. Yes, Dragyn is me and I am Dragyn.
I
hope readers move through my series as I bring in other H&H
members and their exploits as well. I think some of our efforts were
funny as hell. I believe my books have improved a lot since
Homewrecking 101, plus gotten much longer. I write hetero stories but
multiple partners show up here and there. Dragyn is particularly fond
of oral sex, both giving and receiving.
I’m
very anxious to start writing Scoping 101,
stories of us scoping/watching each other having sex through windows,
from closets, even hiding under beds for a closer view of the action!
Scoping allowed great visuals that were much better than a camera,
plus kept stories the next day from getting skewed like fishing
tales.
Episode
#1--Homewrecking 101 has Dragyn interested
in Maria, an older married woman who has had an impotent husband for
ten years. Faithful during their marriage, his physical inability to
have intercourse has led to his general ambivalence with any kind of
sex, so Maria isn’t getting any relief at all. So, will she allow
Dragyn to help relieve ten years of sexual tension? What does ten
years of foreplay end up like in bed, anyway?
Episode
#2—The Gutterslut introduces
Sandi, an oversexed woman engaged to a man out of state and she is
not getting her insatiable needs met. Dragyn comes to the rescue, and
offers himself graciously as a test of her commitment to the fiancé.
Episode
#3—The Need to
Seed has Dragyn introducing the other Heartbreakers and
Homewreckers, Inc. members and their own exploits. Men like Dragyn
are driven to seed as many women and orifices as possible. It’s
genetic, built into our DNA. Follow the H&H crew as they try to
‘spread’ the wealth.
Episode
#4—Scoping 101 is a
fascinating and often hilarious romp though the H&H pastime of
hiding and watching others have sex, usually without the woman
knowing it. Peeking though windows, hiding in closets and under beds,
even climbing roofs for better views of sexual action going on,
sometimes even the H&H guys don’t know they are under scrutiny.
Sketchy at best, it helps prove the guys’ bragging rights with
visual proof, and offers some great horny stories the next day. It’s
fascinating what goes on behind closed doors, and eyeballs get a much
better picture than stupid hidden mini-cams.
Excerpt
I
continued.
“I’m
really
sorry if
what I
heard about
your
husband is
true. I
can’t
even
imagine a
guy not
sexually
driven to
some
degree,
especially
with you.”
This last
comment
appeared to
lift her
spirits a
bit, but
not much.
“Nothing,”
she mumbled, and suddenly flew into a rage. “Its like he’s a
fucking eunuch or something. OK, his balls and dick don’t work and
I can deal with that, I think. I have been for ten years.” She
smiled a little bit, stunned, I think by her outbreak. “He told me
before we got married but I thought with some creativity we could
work around his problem and still have some fun sexually. But he
won’t even try to meet my needs, or even help me. Shit, he won’t
talk dirty, watch porn or even watch me masturbate, which is getting
more and more frequent.” She looked up after that statement,
embarrassed, but held my eyes. Timidly she added, “He won’t even
eat me out…”
She
was shaking like a leaf as I walked up to her, a mixture of
excitement and embarrassment. ”I don’t know what to do,” she
lamented. I asked if they had ever talked about her being able to
have a little outside sex once in a while. Rather than being smacked
like I expected, she said they did, and he always told her to go
ahead and experiment a little. “But I know he’s afraid I’ll
fall in love with someone and leave him. Maybe I am too,” she
concluded quietly. “That’s why I always back out, Dragyn.”
“Are
you?” I asked.
“Am
I what?” she countered. “Afraid I’ll meet some one else? Yeah,
sometimes.”
“Well,
that’s perfect then,” I pointed out. “You know me, I’m a
whore! I’m not looking for a long-term relationship. If you fall
for someone it won’t be me. I’ll move on and make it hard for you
to repeat with me.”
Maria
surprised me by adding, “But that’s part of the problem. Anyone
I’m attracted to just for sex could be the next Mr. Right or
something. Damn, Dragyn, why do you think I’ve been so up and down
with you the past couple months? I can’t tell if I just want some
of the sex going around this store or if I really like you!”
I
took a step closer. “You know me, Mr. No-Commitment!” She smiled
a genuine smile of what seemed relief as I stepped up close, into her
space. “Please don’t take this wrong. I’m not here to replace
your husband. I’m not really even trying to break you guys up.” I
stepped closer. “I’m just trying to help you make a safe test. No
strings, no blowback. Just some of all that sex you hear us having
and talking about…” I stepped into her personal space.
“What
are you doing,” she asked somewhat huskily. “I wasn’t really
thinking now! Someone might come!”
“Yeah,
you might,” I said dryly. She looked appalled and excited with the
same look. I slowly stepped up a bit more into her intimate space,
close, touching. I figured her first time having sex in a decade
while in the back of a warehouse was not what she dreamed nightly.
She kept shaking her head wearily, though, and didn’t say anything.
The way we were positioned against a pile of boxes, I could feel her
breath on my face, her right breast pushed into my chest and her
right thigh pinned against some boxes by my legs. Her head had
stopped nodding no, and her breathing was quickening.
“I…
I haven’t decided,” she stammered.
“This
is just
a small
test,” I
offered,
now
slipping
into H&H
rationalization
strategies.
“We’ll
fiddle
around a
little but
not really
break your
vow and
you can
decide
whether to
go further
or not
later. You
have all
the
control.”
You don’t
become a
founder of
H&H
by being
shy. I
slowly
placed my
right hand
into her
dress,
cupping the
breast not
pinned by
my body.
Her look
when I
just took
soft hold
of her
breast and
twirled her
nipple was
hard to
read, but
things had
changed
quickly. I
moved to
kiss her,
and her
lips moved
forward to
meet mine.
But rather
than kiss
her, I
ever so
slightly
brushed her
lips with
mine and
slid down
to her
neck and
throat. She
growled at
this tease
but just
put her
head back,
her
breathing
getting
faster and
more ragged
as she
gripped the
hell out
of my
shoulders.
I had
deftly
removed her
breast from
her bra
and was
kneading
her pink
nipple with
my fingers.
Her nipple
had gone
erect like
I was
getting.
After
a couple moments nibbling on her nipple with my mouth, I worked my
way back up her throat and neck and found her lips. Hungrily she
kissed me with no reservation. As my eyes closed I briefly saw tears
falling from hers, but she was certainly making no move to stop. My
ego and I decided she was, for now, a happy camper and to continue.
The way she was trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth also
encouraged me on I was on the right track. She pawed at my head and
shoulders, pulling me closer and closer.
I
knew we didn’t have a ton of time and while I was down for the risk
I figured if she got caught half naked, bent over a few cartons of
Chanel with my face or cock jammed in her back side, she’d have
trouble explaining how she lost her job to her husband. One of the
classic moves we employed, especially when a woman was on the fence,
was to back off rather than press forward like with single women.
What did some smart person once say? Always leave them wanting more.
My wanna-be chivalrous decision made, I went for closure and
hopefully baiting the hook for later. I nudged her legs apart a bit
with my knee. She didn’t resist but only had so much room to
maneuver.
I
slowly drew my hand up the length of her leg and thigh. She moaned
with pleasure and I felt her trying to open her legs wider in the
cramped space. Like cupping her breast up front, I like to take bold,
calculated moves that usually work but certainly not all the time.
Like a firm handshake, I quickly but gently put my three main fingers
over soaking panties where her pussy was hot and so, so wet.
She
gasped and just held onto my head and shoulders. “More, Dragyn,
more,” she rasped quietly. From her legs shaking I figured she was
having trouble standing on her own power. I backed up a bit and
released myself from her wonderful lip lock. Still mostly wiggling my
fingers on her moist panties, with my thumb pushing and rubbing her
clit, I told her to now grab me. Somewhat lost, she panted she was
already holding me.
Below,
I felt her pussy lips part underneath her wet panties when I managed
to mumble, “My cock, grab my cock.” Frantically she started to
rub my erection through my Levi’s, but I’d had enough dry humps
with jeans to know they can put you out of action for a while with
blisters on your dick. “Unbutton my pants!” I gasped at her. God
I love 501s. She grabbed the top of my jeans and pulled, with all
buttons opening like well trained soldiers.
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About
Dragyn Jones
Dragyn
Jones is much like the persona he writes of himself: wry, irreverent,
with conflicted morals and sexual philosophy about women and the
great sexual pursuit. While not above some trickery and manipulation
of the fairer sex, he often revisits his exploits via hindsight so we
can see what he has learned about himself as he matures. He has a
very high regard for women and the Feminine, generally enjoying women
in many ways. Dragyn is a storyteller at heart and would prefer to
recount his exploits rather than just invent some. He considers
himself lucky for the unique experiences he found himself in, the
lessons he was taught, the amount and quality of the sex he had (to
date anyway), and is grateful for the memories to put in these pages.
1 comment:
It's so much easier for a woman to get laid. No advance planning or complicated philosophy needed. I have a cartoon my my fridge that shows 2 panels. The first says, "How to pick up a woman," and shows 3 men at a bar, all quoting various "lines" calculated to interest the woman who regards them all with disdain. The second says, "How to pick up a man," and shows a woman smiling and saying "Hello," to the men.
In my younger days, before marriage, I truly enjoyed that essential difference. And I, also, put some of my experiences into my books. Which ones? Ask me!
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