The Gulf War (the first one, I mean) was enough to convince me the Army wasn't going to be my calling, but I did learn some useful skills.I write abou... some of it. I might not be Tim O'Brien, but I'm not too bad, either. People pay me for my stuff.Kathleen had proposed the terms early in our marriage: "John, you write and I'll run things, OK?"That sounded pretty good to me, and that's the way it's been. My stuff gets published here and there, mostly short fiction. I've got a novel in my head. Or it’s a place name and you will need to know where in the world that town is. You think, “If I don’t jot that down or look it up now it’ll never happen, and I’ll never know”.It happens to me all the time and most times I’ll roll over and go back to sleep never finding the answers to all those little unanswered questions that live in my subconscious.It was last summer that I had the idea for a short story that just popped into my head one hot night. As if it wasn’t hard enough trying to sleep. My Cock was beginning to get stiff now so I focused on the getting dressed, I didn't want it to be over before I began.I pulled on my tights which really helps to hide the hair and pushed my cock and balls through the hole I made in the crotch, this is a must.Oh the feel of the nylon on my legs sent a shiver through my body "this is lush" I thought "I can't wait to see the finished image"Next my corset, which is a bit tricky when your doing it yourself but to get that real figure it's a must. One hand started squeezing one boob and while he kissing on another boob. He started aggressively kissing boobs. He gently peeled the bra and started fondling them with his hands. Slowly started kissing them and at one moment he opened his entire mouth and put inside his mouth and started chewing it.I started moaning. He became super active with my moaning. He changed his mouth aggressively from one boob to other while his hand is fondling with one boob. He sucked the boobs almost for 7 to 8.