I read a book once, called how to select the sex of your child. Being blessed with two boys, I wanted a little girl. I had the name selected, Erin.

So of course, drawn I was to the section on making a girl baby. There was things on frequency and diet, but the one that stuck in my consciousness all these girl childless years is that the woman was more susceptible to birthing a girl, and science has shown the female ALWAYS is in control even at the single cell level, if she was unfulfilled. An orgasmless girl generally only allowed girl sperm to enter the egg. See the woman only has the girl part, relying on the guy to provide either half for her ultimate sub cellular selection.

Well I can think you, my intelligent reader, can tell where this is headed. I never got my girl baby.

I’m not trying to brag, but I play the female instrument like a virtuoso, but sometimes the instrument makes the musician. And I, dear reader, played a stradivariois, this woman could sing, she could cum and she was beautiful.

So now in my ancient age, I see a man and a woman and a bunch if cute little girls and the beast’s nose comes alive at the scent of prey, an unfulfilled woman. Yummy.

But I’ll never forget my first and greatest instrument.

© The Sleeping Beast, 2013

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She came out of the sun on a paddle board, standing straight and tall like flower stretching towards the morning sky.

I saw a pretty woman, athletic and fit, but the beast beside me saw an ancient greek god, Aphrodite, on the half shell.

He was strangely quiet for once. Gliding in she beached the board easily, the ocean as smooth as a millers pond.

Seeing me there she said hi, and me, hello, care for some water? Reaching into my backpack cooler I offered her a wet and cold bottle.

My being here was no accident, I’d seen her out there every morning willing her to come ashore so we could speak, this time I placed myself next to her beach chair, knowing she would have to come in eventually.

She said sure and took the water from my hand our fingers brushing for an instant.

That split second sent a bolt through the beast, tamed by her power as posiden’s himself, I’d never see the beast so deferential. We watched as she drank with gusto, a trickle traced the valley between her breasts.

We talked, her name Cytherea, Cindy, she was from Athens, Alabama.

We discovered a mutual love of art and the sea at morning, laying back she unhinged her top and let it fall off, then lifting her hips, slid the bottoms bottoms down and off her feet.

I hope you’re not offended by nudity, she said to my surprised expression. You and I are the only ones here and you look safe enough. I like my tan to be all over.

Nothing to fear from me, and the beast was awed by her power and ancient age, he waited quietly and respectfully.

Looking around I slipped my shorts off too, reveling a similar clothing optional tan. One more thing in common, she’s an exhibitionist like me, nice!

We sat side by side worshiping the sun, as I stole glancs at her perfectly tanned body taking note of shaved pussy and natural breasts that sagged pleasantly.

My cock was a perfect gentleman, which made me angry. Fucking beast, just when I might want a little size, it lay there limp and flaccid, in it’s natural unaroused state.

Maybe that’s why she reached over and gave it a little pat, then lifting it into her hand she gave me a sideways look as she leaned over. Calloused fingers, from the paddle, were replaced by soft lips as she took it into her practiced mouth. Suddenly spranging to life, it grew in her mouth. Sitting up she admired her handy work with a smile, my large throbbing cock held in her hand.

Now that’s better she said as she stepped over and straddled me face to face. she reached down and settled her warm tan vagina onto my erect member. Sliding up and down as the morning sun kissed the juncture of where goddess met beast. I was transported to a different place, I smelled flowers and seafoam.

In a moment it was over she taking my bucking ejaculation with a smile. Surprised, I usually took longer, but her intoxicating smell set me off like a teenager.

Carefully she disengaged and sat on her towel legs spread wide, dipping her fingers deep into her pussy, scooping out my cum and licking it off as she smiled at the sun.

When she was all clean she packed up her chair and dragged her board up the beach, heading east, her naked ass swaying, as an errant pearl of cum leaked down her leg.

Unable to move I sat there paralyzed as she disappeared into the morning sun.


The beast like a whimpering and crying like a puppy dog dragged me back every morning to the same spot, always hopeful, ultimately disappointed.

For days Cindy didn’t show, on the third day, she paddled up in a blinding white bikini, the symbolism not lost on the beast.

As she gracefully stepped off of the board and dragged it to the shore, the beast leapt. He set to devouring her, starting with her salty cunt.

© The Sleeping Beast, 2013


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Life is a wheel

You are born out of blood and guts at the point where the wheel lifts from its earthy tangent, ascending to greatness from a youth of obscurity, out from under the shadow of the great wheel, only to continue past the apogee, headed down the back side looking up at those at the top, to eventually be crushed into blood and guts at the end of your revolution.

© The Sleeping Beast, 2013

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Even in my sleep the beast stirs, does battle with my conscious self.

Last night I dreamt of a coworker, she was going to accompany me on a business trip, but for some inexplicable reason she first had to give blood.

I came upon her in a little room, laying on an exam bed, the red tube snaking from her arm, she was in a hospital gown, legs bare, no bra.

She turned and smiled asking for me to sit with her while she waited for the nurse to return.

Sitting there I could not take my eyes from the blood running from her body, the smell intoxicating.

As she talked her lips began to turn blue and she started to shake, a reaction to the blood letting.

Standing up I came to her side and asked if there was anything I could do, she said that she was cold.

Laying next to her I pressed my warm body against hers, reaching around to pull her to me, my hand traveled from back to the valley of her ass, I stroked the valley from the waistband of her panties to where her moist warm heat began. Up and down murmuring soothing sounds into her ear. I felt her body respond, her hips press forward, a moan of pleasure.

I delayed pushing the button to call the nurse, instead feeling her body convulse and teeth chatter, I kissed her cheek and tasted tears, hers and mine.

Reaching up I pressed the call button, humanity winning over the beast within.

The nurse came, shooting me a glare as I slid off the bed, she took over as I slipped out.

Wandering the halls while I waited, I ran into one of her friends, a guy with grey hair, hunters cap and impossibly long eye lashes, wild and tangled like stag horns. He glared a warning at the beast within, and said, no funny business on this trip, she is a good girl. I sensed an unreciprocated love for this woman.

Turning with a snarl, I walked on into my dream, raising my hand to my nose, smelling the fecund scent, wanting to rend the huntsman and looking forward to tasting her flesh.

© The Sleeping Beast, 2013


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Pink sky, full of promise

Why do you mock me so

Reddening at my gaze then

Disappearing in a dark flash

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Ghost crabs

I hear the sounds of the beach, waves, gulls, I hear kids shouting and shrieking playfully.

Through the crack of my eyes I see white impossibly bright white light, through the blurry fog, two little boys one just a toddler, angry at his brother. Following behind, a tired chubby mom in a black one piece, a sun hat and pail in her hand, wicked sunburn on her chest.

Sitting up, head pounding, I look around, fuck, I’m still on the beach, laying back on my towel, close my eyes and try to disappear inside the raging headache that started behind my left ear.

It was all starting to come back to me. Slowly.

She was a big blond, German descent, you could still hear it in her voice. About 50, she was looking out at a guy fishing a hundred yards offshore in the chest deep surf. Intrigued by the shape of her plump ass, I stopped and asked if she was from here, saying i was in need of directions. she said, no, we just spend summers here. That’s when I heard the slight trace of a German accent. We live in Michigan, she offered, still looking out at the fisherman.

I was going to ask for directions to the nearest liquor store, just an excuse really, instead I said, looks like he’s having fun, with a nod to her fisherman husband.

Leaving her to her task I set off down the beach, only to hear her say from behind, every year it’s the same thing, all he wants to do is fish.

Turning I asked, what do you want to do?

A slight color came to her ruddy cheek and I could tell that she wanted to say something naughty, my inner beast could just sense it, instead she said, just have an adventure, anything besides fishing.

Sensing an opening and liking her large german ass, I said, I might be able to help you, then smiling my most charming smile.

Her green eyes widened a little as she nodded and said, what do you have in mind?

Have you ever hunted for ghost crabs? I said

Not recently, not since the kids stopped coming down with us.

This is different, it’s much better as adults and with some beverages and a blanket it can be quiet fun. Meet me here tonight at nine. Turning, I left her standing there.

I pedaled to the beach and was there at nine sharp, with a flashlight, blanket, a bucket of Mike’s hard lemonade and my flask full of 151 rum. The rum was for me.

She was early, standing at the top of the walkway, wearing a short black dress over a swimsuit. Her blonde hair done in a braid. The raccoon face from wearing sunglasses all day.

Smiling I reached out touching her waist as I kissed her sunburned lips, startling her at my bold move, let’s go hunting, I said.

We set our blanket up on the beach away from the crowds of kids scurrying up and down the beach, crazy flashlights darting to and fro as they shrieked at the tiny white crabs that came out at dark to feed in the surf. Walking a way down the beach, I reached to her neck and undid her suit top pulling it free and stashing it in my pocket. Her plump breasts fell to a natural angle and I could see in the moonlight that her nipples were erect.

Stopping I rounded her off and kissed her again, grinding my crotch into hers. She responded in kind as if starving for human contact. Sliding my hands under her skirt I slid her bottoms off and stowed those as well.

Reaching back up her skirt, my practiced hand unerringly found the wet slit of her cunt, at which time I felt her moan and at the same time collapse onto my fingers, willing them into her pussy.

We headed back to our blanket and I pulled off her dress, leaving her naked in the moonlight, the kids long gone, we lay down on the blanket and using my tongue and fingers I coaxed one, two three orgasms in short order.

Relaxing, she naked and me fully clothed, I opened the first mikes and handed it to her, I took another and sat back unzipping my pants. Looking at her there made my cock grow our pasty shorts and taking the hint, Heidi leaned over and took me in her mouth, sitting back with a cold one, waves crashing in the moonlight, warm mouth sucking my cock. It was a good vacation.

Later after fucking and we sat back and talked about life, her story, her husband, the growing apart. After a while she said she had to get going, and put on her dress and left.

Sitting back not ready to go, I pulled out my flask and started to drink in earnest. Girls like that were a blessing to me, the soulless beast, to feel some humanity, so warmth. It made the darkness pull back for an instant.

Draining the flask I lay back and looked at the stars, the moon just falling down to my left.

Then nothing.

The screech of a little boy, angry at his mom brings me out of my revelry, some sort of battle of the wills, the tired dark haired mom, in the black one piece is sitting a few yards away. She glances my way and smiles an apology. With my biggest smile on, I reply, it’s okay, I had boys too.

Do you live near here? I asked, fingering the bikini bottoms that are still in my pocket. The beast never rests.

© The Sleeping Beast, 2013



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Sorry I’ve been gone

I’ve been very busy with my real job and have just set out in a short vacation. If you are in the Destin, South Walton Beach area and want to meet drop me an email at 833247atGmaildotcom.

The Beast

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