Sunday, March 4, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - 03/04/12


My contribution from my Work In Progress ... 
Summer's Journey: Volume Four


I retrieved the blindfold from the nightstand and slipped it over his head.  Pulling off the covers as I stood, it was evident he enjoyed the direction the morning was taking.  I thought I had awoken fairly early and I was certainly not that well versed in Egyptian astronomy, but Mark’s built in sundial seemed to be indicating it was approaching high noon.

Reaching down I stroked one long nail carefully along his swollen member, causing a subtle shift in Mark’s hips.

“I want you to lay there and picture what I am going to do to you for a little while, or at least until I go get a digital camera to capture this Kodak moment,” I said as I grabbed my dress from the nearby chair.

Slipping the dress over my head, I decided to leave my heels behind instead of risking another possible broken ankle.

3 comments:

  1. Lovely scene! This morning, I awoke to find my partner's penis standing at full mast. I touched it and he immediately came! I guess he was dreaming at that moment and that was all it took.

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  2. Dunno if you saw this before
    ...yet, here it is once moe, curly:

    Greetings, earthling!
    Need summore new-fangled-thots N ideers? Look no firdr, brudda. Can't stay long. Done gotta git, Paw... yet, if Im a sower, we plant the Seed; if Im an artist, we RITE the Word:

    Would U please help a plethora of King Size, wildchild, rawkuss poetry/wordz which are lookin 4 a home in thy novelty?? Thx. Whew. They're pretty insane. They're bereft of reason. Oi! Blimey! They're bloody PINK spiders!

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    If Mr. abSUREditty's an ultra-great-reward, and not everyone enters, Q: why is it an excruciating deluge of epic-.357-caliber where the quality's a limitless bulldozer plowin, pushin-your-power-cord with eternal goodies? A: the Prize-A+-TheEnd just gives U.S. moe-curley-graphix 2 VitSee: an explosion-of-extravagance which few R asking 4 anymore! Grrr. They're too concerned withe grotesque sanity of ambivilant piss-ants which swiftly crawl like lemmings to their scorecard destruction. C'est la guerre.

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    Make Your Choice  -SAW
    ...cuzz nobody gitts outta here alive, earthling.

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    1. Check-this-out...

      Yes, earthling, Im an NDE
      (thus, my ethereal nomenclature) -
      so I actually know God exists:
      He rewards those who HONOR n RESPECT
      Him and strive to follow His Laws;
      for those who wanna know what
      Seventh-Heaven holds for your
      indelible, magnificent soul whom
      God has so carefully crafted -
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      with WWIII and N. Korea,
      you better follow us:

      Find-out what RCIA means and join.
      trustNjesus.
      ALWAYS.
      God bless your indelible soul.

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