MarkLumier
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- Jun 29, 2011
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A moan escapes her lips as she rotates her head back and forth, his cock to the hilt. He slides his fingers into her thick flowing hair and grasps ahold by her scalp, while a wave of boredom creeps across his mind. Mark was 27 years old and embodied tall dark and handsome. At 22 he had started his first business which he sold three years later for $400,000. He had been coasting for almost a year and a half now unsure of his next move but trying to enjoy everything life had to offer. This boredom was not a rare occurrence, he found himself fighting to hold it back more and more frequently now, like trying to maintain an erection without appropriate stimulation. He closes his eyes and focuses on coming so he could grab his laptop and zone out.
His fingers grip into her hair even tighter, his other hand joins in the action and he is holding her head like a basket ball. Twisting her back and forth he erupts into her small mouth and she sucks it up like a vacuum cleaner. The thought "I trained her well" washes the boredom out of his mind and he gets out of bed and begins to walk into the bathroom. The apartment is a gothic paradise, sparse and excessive at the same time. Dark yet dynamic with streaks of white accentuating the black. He had not expected to obtain it while in his twenties. After washing up he moves into the kitchen for a glass of water before returning to the dark and fluffy comfort of his bed.
She is already asleep, naked under the covers. He pulls out his laptop and a pair of headphones and wastes the early morning away. Upon waking up the sun is already high in the sky. "What time is it?" "One Thirty" she responds. "I… have a lot of work to do today, please give me some privacy."
Ashley leaves. After four months they were basically a thing, even though nobody was pushing the issue. Now was not the time to be taking something too serious. There were places to go and things to do at the drop of a hat. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he needed something… new. Even if he didn't know quite what that meant. He didn't really have work to do… per se. But he did spend several hours scouring the internet looking for something new. A new business to peruse. A new opportunity.
8pm rolled around but how? Mark takes a shower and begins to dress. He was wearing a comfortable and casual, black pair of stylish modern dress pants. He sits behind his computer and begins to plan the night. He check out a bar in a new fancy restaurant and see if anything inspires him. He slides into a tight grey shirt and throws on a black pinstripe blazer before heading out.
He sits down. The bartender hands him a drink menu. He hides behind it, not sure if he actually fits in among the restaurant's upscale patrons.
His fingers grip into her hair even tighter, his other hand joins in the action and he is holding her head like a basket ball. Twisting her back and forth he erupts into her small mouth and she sucks it up like a vacuum cleaner. The thought "I trained her well" washes the boredom out of his mind and he gets out of bed and begins to walk into the bathroom. The apartment is a gothic paradise, sparse and excessive at the same time. Dark yet dynamic with streaks of white accentuating the black. He had not expected to obtain it while in his twenties. After washing up he moves into the kitchen for a glass of water before returning to the dark and fluffy comfort of his bed.
She is already asleep, naked under the covers. He pulls out his laptop and a pair of headphones and wastes the early morning away. Upon waking up the sun is already high in the sky. "What time is it?" "One Thirty" she responds. "I… have a lot of work to do today, please give me some privacy."
Ashley leaves. After four months they were basically a thing, even though nobody was pushing the issue. Now was not the time to be taking something too serious. There were places to go and things to do at the drop of a hat. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he needed something… new. Even if he didn't know quite what that meant. He didn't really have work to do… per se. But he did spend several hours scouring the internet looking for something new. A new business to peruse. A new opportunity.
8pm rolled around but how? Mark takes a shower and begins to dress. He was wearing a comfortable and casual, black pair of stylish modern dress pants. He sits behind his computer and begins to plan the night. He check out a bar in a new fancy restaurant and see if anything inspires him. He slides into a tight grey shirt and throws on a black pinstripe blazer before heading out.
He sits down. The bartender hands him a drink menu. He hides behind it, not sure if he actually fits in among the restaurant's upscale patrons.
