"Dear Penthouse" by Scarlett Hauser
This is a follow-up to fic "Joe-ette's in the City - Chapter 10 - The Love Boat"
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September 24, 2002
Dear Penthouse,
I am the C.O. for an elite Special Forces team. I always thought the letters in your magazine were fake, until I had an experience that would change my mind. I was attending a friend's birthday party on a yacht, smoking a cigar on the observation deck when lo and behold, "Red" my girlfriend of eight years and now fiancée appears with a bottle of champagne to start our own private celebration. I know what you're thinking, after eight years it's same-old-same-old. Not in this case, pal!
You see, as a field commander I always have to call all the shots and take the big risks. But once in a while a leader needs a break from it all so it's refreshing and not to mention HOT to have the woman take the initiative and take the randy reins if you know what I mean. She took the cigar out of my mouth and made a couple of suggestive puffs for herself. I don't need to tell you guys how sexy it is to have a gorgeous woman put a cigar between her luscious red lips and puff. We all know where our minds go with that - every man's fantasy! Then Red, still holding the champagne bottle, insists that I "help pop her cork." Heh, never ask a Man of Action unless you mean it, baby!
So needless to say after she, uh, "blew my mind" right there on the observation deck we played a few rounds of "Who's Your C.O." that she'll never forget. As I eagerly look forward to Red's next "sneak attack," I must get back to the everyday life of fighting for freedom.
I swear I'm not making this stuff up!
"Mr. C.O."
address withheld
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Dear Cosmo,
I was recently staying on a friend's luxury yacht with my fiancée. It was my friend's birthday, which was a huge celebration but I thought I would slip away for a "private celebration" of my own. So I grabbed a bottle of Dom and headed for the observation deck to surprise my fiancée. Did I ever! He was smoking that stupid Cuban cigar of his and I told myself, "This is going to be too easy!" So I walked up and took the cigar out of his mouth and helped myself to a couple of puffs. You should have seen the look on his face, what is it with men watching women smoke cigars? Whatever it is, you can always count on their minds going "there" if you know what I mean. Just to drive his mind over the edge I insisted that he help "pop my cork" referring to the champagne bottle of course. Even called him "Mr. C.O." to let him think he was in charge. He was putty in my hands. Thanks to the predictability of the male mind I own that man now!
"Red"
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This is a follow-up to fic "Joe-ette's in the City - Chapter 10 - The Love Boat"
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September 24, 2002
Dear Penthouse,
I am the C.O. for an elite Special Forces team. I always thought the letters in your magazine were fake, until I had an experience that would change my mind. I was attending a friend's birthday party on a yacht, smoking a cigar on the observation deck when lo and behold, "Red" my girlfriend of eight years and now fiancée appears with a bottle of champagne to start our own private celebration. I know what you're thinking, after eight years it's same-old-same-old. Not in this case, pal!
You see, as a field commander I always have to call all the shots and take the big risks. But once in a while a leader needs a break from it all so it's refreshing and not to mention HOT to have the woman take the initiative and take the randy reins if you know what I mean. She took the cigar out of my mouth and made a couple of suggestive puffs for herself. I don't need to tell you guys how sexy it is to have a gorgeous woman put a cigar between her luscious red lips and puff. We all know where our minds go with that - every man's fantasy! Then Red, still holding the champagne bottle, insists that I "help pop her cork." Heh, never ask a Man of Action unless you mean it, baby!
So needless to say after she, uh, "blew my mind" right there on the observation deck we played a few rounds of "Who's Your C.O." that she'll never forget. As I eagerly look forward to Red's next "sneak attack," I must get back to the everyday life of fighting for freedom.
I swear I'm not making this stuff up!
"Mr. C.O."
address withheld
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Dear Cosmo,
I was recently staying on a friend's luxury yacht with my fiancée. It was my friend's birthday, which was a huge celebration but I thought I would slip away for a "private celebration" of my own. So I grabbed a bottle of Dom and headed for the observation deck to surprise my fiancée. Did I ever! He was smoking that stupid Cuban cigar of his and I told myself, "This is going to be too easy!" So I walked up and took the cigar out of his mouth and helped myself to a couple of puffs. You should have seen the look on his face, what is it with men watching women smoke cigars? Whatever it is, you can always count on their minds going "there" if you know what I mean. Just to drive his mind over the edge I insisted that he help "pop my cork" referring to the champagne bottle of course. Even called him "Mr. C.O." to let him think he was in charge. He was putty in my hands. Thanks to the predictability of the male mind I own that man now!
"Red"
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