It was a Saturday afternoon as I walked through town alone, just wandering around.
I found the store that I was looking for and proceeded to enter.
My mission today was to find, her. I knew that she was in here, I could feel it.
I walked through the store, checking every corner until I finally found her.
Though she was dark, it didn’t matter because I knew she was the one; the one that I’ve been long searching for.
As I got closer, her beauty assailed me. I couldn't breathe and it was nerve racking.
I stood there and watched her. I am an introvert, nothing I can do, but this was it, so I mustered up what little courage I had within me and went up to her.
Her name was Pamela Sherrill Peterson.
We mingled together during what little time we had, it was enjoyable, but time was ticking and I had to go. I felt depressed. I wanted to be with her a little longer.
As I was walked away, she called for me, "Take me. Take me with you."
I had to take her with me and so I did. And it was a good thing to because she certainly came with the package; I was happy.
I brought her to my home and thought I’d introduce her to my family.
My father, as always, was unhappy. My mother teased me, and my siblings, they just teased me. Jealousy maybe.
We went to my room and she said that she had a little surprise for me. I couldn't wait.
I waited and waited, it was unbearable. The excitement got to me. Just what was it? One could only think of so many possibilities, but that only happens in movies. It was too much.
She was ready and came out. That sexy figure of hers was unbelievably astonishing.
I couldn't believe it, “Could this really be it?” I wondered.
This was the first time for both of us so we decided to take it easy.
I touched her gently like feather brushing lightly across her body.
Her whole body was very sensitive but I had the magic touch. She was very smooth, and it was very exciting.
I felt around her body looking for the right switch. I had found it, and she was instantly turned on.
It was time to get down and busy. As I pushed the right buttons, she responded with pleasurable bliss.
It felt real good.
I had never been so close to such a wonder before and it was truly amazing.
The curves around her body were like no other.
She kept me satisfied and I kept pushing. We were both having a great time.
But she couldn’t last any longer and it was over in an instant.
I held her tight; I couldn't let her go.
We were both tired. I had never felt this sort of fatigue in my life; breathtaking.
It was getting late, but we didn't want to part, so she stayed over with me.
We tucked in and slept together for that night.
I couldn't stop thinking about her and meditation didn't work.
I started to fiddle around with her.
She awoke, but alas, we were both tired, so it a short coming.
We said good night, kissed, and finally went to sleep.
I dreamt about her as I couldn't get her out of my mind. What an exciting dream it was though.
Morning came and we went out.
It was a lot of fun; I love being with her.
We played together, watched movies together, listened to music together, shared photo albums together, and browsed the internet together; it was as though there was no privacy or boundaries between us; we did everything together.
It had only been two days but our trust for each other was a century old.
But that's when it happened. She got scratched!
I couldn't bear it. I panicked.
I had never panicked like this before, especially over a scratch!
We bought some ointment and I applied it onto her.
It healed almost instantly. I was relieved.
Everyone was looking at us as it must have been a strange sight.
So we left quietly and had our laughs afterwards.
One whole day with her, I couldn't believe it. Her face was shining with brilliance.
My eyes were constantly drawn to her wondrous front and I was almost hit by a car.
I'm a tool when it comes to love.
We were going home, and again, she came with me.
I was very happy. You could say that I was hoping for it.
Back in my room again, she was turned on. First the pushing, then the blissful sensations.
Her body was an exotic island itself. A place any man would want to be on.
We took a shower together and the whole family knew. Doh. Maybe we were too loud.
Monday arrived and we had to go our separate ways.
I sat there in class thinking about her.
It was a distraction which constantly got me in trouble by my teacher but it was a good one.
I wished she was there. I guess I really am a tool for love. Nothing that I could really do at that moment I guess.
School was over and I tottered my way home depressed but was comforted on my return home because there she was,
My PSP.
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