Happy and sad end of season In case you missed it, heres a short story Kerri and I wrote enjoy and love FAA (forever-and-always) __________________________ Hybrid Harlequin A day-off box fire “Hey, you awake in there?” T called from outside my tent. “Yeah, what time is it?” I asked. “Ten after twelve, we missed the trucks into town.” Of course we had, last night was a ragger. We had a pants-off-dance-off and then a long, sweaty sauna. “I’m coming in ok.” T said as she crawled into my tent. She looked good even though sharpie stains from few hours ago still covered her body. Her knuckles read ‘POOP – SOUP’ and on her neck ‘BRAD ROACH’. T reached for my hands, what do your say again? BOOB LICK she laughed, then looked at me suggestively, thats hot. T was still holding my hands, which were beginning to sweat with nervous hope and before I knew it T grabbed my face and pulled it close to hers. My heart began racing, she smelled of orange peels, bug dope, and shitty kitty. She kissed me deeply and firmly before assertively pushing me onto my Thermarest. T opened my thighs and slipped her permadirt hand down the front of my leggings. She easily worked her way through my thick grassmat. T didn’t need a map, she knew her way around bush roads. She parted my tent fly and unzipped my door. T gently put her trigger finger into my silvicool bag, and then slipped another into my back bag. Kat would have a hard time finding any open holes on my piece. I was as hard as the Binta. Not only was she good at managing land, but her density was a perfect 1400 stems per hectare even though her piece was full of shallows, deeps, and leaners. T handled my box with care. She worked her way down my body and smelled my wild block rose. She savoured my sweet blocktreat. She was hungry and she knew dinner would be in my mess tent. I grabbed her head in between my thighs and felt the soft texture of her partly shaved head. My whole body was tense and she managed to put feeling back in my Christmas toes. Takaysie Dave had been right all along; she was a dirty, dirty girl. I was breathing very heavily; my block was starting to close. T hand closed my hole. I couldn’t think clearly, I was on a spaceship headed for the moon with Justin Timberlake when suddenly, ‘WHAMO!’ My pisspack leaked onto her face; it was raining but she didn’t need Gortex. T looked up at me and was grinning as she whipped my raging vegan dressing from her mouth. I was smiling too, it was my turn to plant her creamy piece and make her PB.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 05:23:33 +0000
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