Oh dear. How did I know this would happen? I can't write for long, I really do have comission to get through the printer. (Thanks for leaving the coffee btw.)
"What a dog" - I wouldn't go there if I were you.
. My " other half" has been making money from her artwork since she was seventeen . Some time on, from her first exhibition, she decided a holiday was in order, my dad could never afford to go ,so its really a first holiday. Where? Of course it was Greece.
Now we've been in Greece for two days and I'm wandering around the wooded embankment that runs down to the beach. Beyond the trees is a small harbour and tourist oriented fishing village . We've agreed, I can examine a ruin and sketch some artifacts. I can sense she's bored, so I go shopping "instead of poking around at bits of rock". In a local clothes store there are these black silk underpants she's absolutely got to have ( Its her money, remember). In a rather embarassed way I purchase them for her.
The last thing I remember is her trying them on back in the room and looking in the mirror. She pulls them tight to one side so the butterfly- labia- wing impressed into my sack pokes out through the side of the pants. She has this smile thats unique to her. I know I'm going to wake up and find my pubes neatly cut back to the triangle when she smiles this.
Then I'm dreaming about plinths, columns and the rest of the geometric structures the Greeks are so fond of.-Dreaming in geometry is not as boring as you might think.
The next thing- its dark. I'm outside and I there's a bed of soft warm pine needles under my knees . The black underpants are around my ankles , a pair of hands are cupping under my breasts and she's whimpering , shaking, sweating like 'dog'. My nipples strain and ache with pleasure and I know someone' been biting them.
I don't turn around , but I know its the Greek 'boy' , who had been rebuilding the stone wall outside the bar, I think he lives on the complex , (she'd been glancing at him all yesterdayday, and I could feel the hot waves coursing in my lower body. ), he's burried in my ass to his hilt and she's gripped him so tight he can hardly move , squeezing my poweful muslces , then rolling , tumbling around him until he can't take it any more and he comes.
When she comes it is a much deeper all over body orgasm than mine, and I remember it , she was looking up to the full moon through pine barnches , the moment before she shut her eyes.
Truantone: Please don't insult her. I might wake to find have had an all-body waxing next time I come around. Also remember when she gets into her head,
she can probaly have any man she wants, except the only man she really wants is me and she can't physically have me. So I don't want to have to sit and make polite converstion with some guy I don't know , in the morning , who's wondering what the fck is happening to his neat ittle world ,and who this psycho-bitch is, who clearly now doesn't have a clue who he is and can't remember a thing about the night before.
Let me handle her please.
"What a dog" - I wouldn't go there if I were you.
. My " other half" has been making money from her artwork since she was seventeen . Some time on, from her first exhibition, she decided a holiday was in order, my dad could never afford to go ,so its really a first holiday. Where? Of course it was Greece.
Now we've been in Greece for two days and I'm wandering around the wooded embankment that runs down to the beach. Beyond the trees is a small harbour and tourist oriented fishing village . We've agreed, I can examine a ruin and sketch some artifacts. I can sense she's bored, so I go shopping "instead of poking around at bits of rock". In a local clothes store there are these black silk underpants she's absolutely got to have ( Its her money, remember). In a rather embarassed way I purchase them for her.
The last thing I remember is her trying them on back in the room and looking in the mirror. She pulls them tight to one side so the butterfly- labia- wing impressed into my sack pokes out through the side of the pants. She has this smile thats unique to her. I know I'm going to wake up and find my pubes neatly cut back to the triangle when she smiles this.
Then I'm dreaming about plinths, columns and the rest of the geometric structures the Greeks are so fond of.-Dreaming in geometry is not as boring as you might think.
The next thing- its dark. I'm outside and I there's a bed of soft warm pine needles under my knees . The black underpants are around my ankles , a pair of hands are cupping under my breasts and she's whimpering , shaking, sweating like 'dog'. My nipples strain and ache with pleasure and I know someone' been biting them.
I don't turn around , but I know its the Greek 'boy' , who had been rebuilding the stone wall outside the bar, I think he lives on the complex , (she'd been glancing at him all yesterdayday, and I could feel the hot waves coursing in my lower body. ), he's burried in my ass to his hilt and she's gripped him so tight he can hardly move , squeezing my poweful muslces , then rolling , tumbling around him until he can't take it any more and he comes.
When she comes it is a much deeper all over body orgasm than mine, and I remember it , she was looking up to the full moon through pine barnches , the moment before she shut her eyes.
Truantone: Please don't insult her. I might wake to find have had an all-body waxing next time I come around. Also remember when she gets into her head,
she can probaly have any man she wants, except the only man she really wants is me and she can't physically have me. So I don't want to have to sit and make polite converstion with some guy I don't know , in the morning , who's wondering what the fck is happening to his neat ittle world ,and who this psycho-bitch is, who clearly now doesn't have a clue who he is and can't remember a thing about the night before.
Let me handle her please.
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