THE COMEDIAN AND HIS MUSE (continued in an Olympian bedroom)<br/><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><br/>
Well, my wish is granted regarding getting from a clothed state to a naked state.  It was hard to imagine, and, boy, is <i>it </i>hard, that Thalia could have been any lovelier and and mind-blowingly sexier than she was in that now vanished silk dress, but to see her in the nude could break a man's heart if he couldn't be in her presence.<br/>
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Late middle age has brought about some changes in my boudior abilities, that and my extra poundage.  I'm trying to get onto the bed and come up with a sexy and witty reply to her question about what kind of lover I am, when I am swiftly put on my back by my pouncing goddess.  She kisses long and hard and, forgive me, <i>it's long and hard</i>!  No other kiss in my memory ever expressed such sexual ferocity.  Thalia has claimed me, she can do whatever she wants with me and I will be happy.  In fact, having a smaller woman on top of me, or sitting facing me with her legs wrapped around me, is my preferred position.  Still, I suspect she wants more than just a man who can lie back and take it.<br/>
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Thalia is a lot stronger than a mortal woman and a lot stronger than this mortal man.  She has me pinned, but she's only as heavy as a human woman of her size.  Time to 'fight dirty'.  <br/>
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"I'm a fun kind of man in the bedroom, my Goddess forever," I say softly to her oh so close face.  "Did I tell you the story about the travelling salesman who spent the night in a haunted bordello?<br/>
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Thalia's grip relaxes ever so slightly as she puzzles the answer.<br/>
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This joke is so bad it's a hilarious groaner.  I supply the answer, "He was Whore-ified."<br/>
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I try to roll her onto her back, maybe, if she's at all distracted, then I can look down into her beautiful face.</span></span>