This guy, right here. Give him the senior membership already.
[QUOTE=Shune; 1386369]On a beautiful Indian summer afternoon I happened upon this alluring yet vulnerable vision almost by accident. Backlit by the setting Sun, her luscious, flowing red hair glows invitingly in all its crimson glory as she sits by the curb with a posture and demeanor of sorrow. I don't know why, but it reminded me of a fleeting image of a beautiful stature in the midst of a firestorm. This aitherios vision ooze's pure sexuality and pity. Inciting, well, my most primal desire to no end.
'Hey, what's up. ' she says to me, taking the initiative. What went through my mind was; Is she a SW? C'mon, there's no fucking way. This got to be just a stranger's greeting that's all. Albeit a friendly one but, nothing more and nothing less.
I told her that I was finishing up with some work and that I was on my way to get something to eat. Unexpectedly, she says to me in an inciting manner 'Would you like to have some company? ' I thought to myself, hell yeah! Are you kidding me? 'Sure' I responded, trying to play it real cool. Once in the car she asks where we were going, I presumed she was referring to 'dinner' as I had mentioned food earlier. Anyway, I thought since my girlfriend is out of town for two weeks and the poor thing looks like she hasn't had a meal all day; sure, why not. We ended up going to this nice little Italian place on Wash. Blvd. (I tell you what guys, this little girl was so hot even the way she holds the bread stick next to her mouth had me imagine what it would be like to have my throbbing cock next to her luscious lips.)
In between wolfing down her chicken parmesan dinner, Ashlynn manages to tell me her life story, all 18 years of it. She also included some real intimate details about her sex life, her abusive boyfriends (addictions) and her dysfunctional family, etc. Legitimate or otherwise, she told me she has plans to go stay with her grandmother down south as soon as she can come up with the necessary traveling fund. A new start I if you will, and she seemed sincere enough, I suppose.
Anyway, by this time I (being a 36 year old sinner) was feeling pretty, well, you know. Bad. I mean at the very minimum I'm old enough to be her dad. However, I can't help from being so aroused by this little vixen. From that voluptuous little body of hers to that sexy and enticingly beautiful face, especially with that set of gazing, jewel like green eyes that sure to melt ice even in hell; Which is where I'm probably headed if I stay the course. But, I didn't care anymore the only thing I can think about was what her luscious breasts would look like in my hands. And the only quandary I had was; is it a large B cup or is it a full C?
We'the finally made it through dinner, by then I'the lost all my appetite for food. She must've sensed my lust as she slips her hand underneath the table and begin to rub my crotch. Holy Shit! That was somewhat unexpected, I barely made it back to my car. There, she gave me a absolutely mind-blowing blow-job (pun intended) right there in the parking lot next to the dumpster. Her mouth was so warm and enticingly wet as she playfully takes my shaft like a flavored popsicle. By this time, my cock was so hard in her mouth I felt a massive pressure building within as if some invisible force had washed over my head, pinning me down rendering me powerless to its will. She pumps away rhythmically with just the right amount of pressure and suction, making love to my cock as I waited mercifully for the inevitable release. Oh yeah, she made me see stars that night, literally. As I lounged back in the driver's seat, still trying to recover from the jolt of the endorphin high I got from exploding in her mouth. She pins me with a look of a hungry banshee as she swallowed my massive load 'That was my dessert, Now, I want to Fuck your brains out' she proclaimed mischievously. All my common sense and wisdom went out the window as lust and desire pulls on me with its inviting fingers. I guess, sometimes you just have to go with the flow.
I took her back to my rental property I was working on earlier that day. More amazing fornication followed, OMG! Much more. I still find it hard to believe some of the shit we did that night. I have not gone three times in one night since my 31st birthday.
The next day (with great reluctance) I drove Ashlynn to the bus station and bought her a oneway fare and gave her some cash for the trip. Sweetly, she says 'I'm really glad that I'the met you' as she gazes at me with a wistful look in her eyes. However, with no responds forthcoming from me (which took more self control then I thought I had) and with only the look of regret to meet her gaze, I can almost see the glimmer fades from those stunningly beautiful green eyes as she waited, hoping for more perhaps?
Well, gentlemen, I tell you what, I came within a hair splitting distance of asking her to stay; not that she would necessary per se but, had I, I surly would've given it a whirl.
Finally, after for what seemed like an eternity, she says to me, reluctantly, ' well, I guess I'll see you around then. Hey, you take care of yourself ok? '. With a million thoughts blasting through my mind, I nodded an regretful acknowledgment. With that she turn and walked away.
Fuck. I'm really going to miss this one.
Ashlynn is gone now and her whereabout is no longer viable. However, the point of this story is the location of her discovery. It doesn't always (actually, it very seldom) bear fruits, hence 'off the beaten path' but when it does, it offers up delicacy that's fit for a king. If you are lucky enough to harvest it. As to the exact local of this watering hole, only 'members' need apply.[/QUOTE]Dude you got some skills and I mean the good once. I have read less talented people getting accolades for something inferior to this form of writing. You sir please carry on mongering for us to read about your escapades.
Had it been Penthouse forum.
[QUOTE=Stonednirvana;1386610]Dude you got some skills and I mean the good once. I have read less talented people getting accolades for something inferior to this form of writing. You sir please carry on mongering for us to read about your escapades.[/QUOTE]It would have started with. I never believe those stories until.
Also,
Took a tour at lunch around Wilkens with no sucess. There were a few out there and one good looking WSW got into what looked liked her pimp's wheels before I could get back around.
Also, a long legged WSW who normally hangs around wash. Blvd was cruising around. She looks a lot worse for wear as well.
Nothing around SA either. Back hard at work unfortunately. Does anyone else notice that Mondays are normally slim pickings?