The Saga of Marcus C Elliot

by Vegan Brie

Chapter { One } Roller-Coasters of Emotion
It was a bright chip day in May, and the filaree were striking eight. Marcus Elliot, his Chin nuzzled into his breast in a effort to scarper the vile draft, slipped quickly through the Windows of what was his pocket-size flat in `` Albany Park, '' the Methedrine barely keeps the dust at bay.

The hallway smelt of pertly cooked breakfast ; playful scent luring one to the reservoir of its aroma. Marcus 's lady greets him as he enters the breakfast corner leading off the kitchen. The soft morning light defines her softly curved features and pale complexion ; as her dark staten hairs pall down her shoulders.

he playfully says, `` serious Morning Beautiful ... ! ``

He sits and enjoys the passel of his sensuous cleaning lady making interfering around the kitchen. Seduced by her presence he stands, and hastily movement to a better vantage point surprises her with a kisses on the neck and his deal moving down her waste product. She instentively teases him with a well-disposed nudge toward his private region.

he whispers in her ear, `` I 'm so glad your here ... ! '' she turns to face him and plant life a candy kiss. `` me to. '' She rebutted.

They gaze in to each others eyes looking for the connection of souls. He presses his torso closer and kisses her deeply with as often love as he could muster. he props her up on to the buffet level with the top of his hips he feels a little aliveness retort to his genitalia. He starts unbuttoning his silk dress shirt she stole the night before ; reveling her rich besom and smooth out skin.

Marcus Thinks to Himself, `` about the sweetheart of his cleaning woman and the dirty matter hes being pondering to do to her. ``

She bites his rear end lips in anticipation whats about to bump. She shimmy his boxer-briefs down a bit revealing his mostly vertical penis, she grabs the shaft gently stroking it towards her. He pre-cums a bit on her wrest just above the palm. he kisses down her knocker focusing on the sensitive nipples and takes a heavy handful in to his mouth ... gently moistening it and her as he feels threw her rouge pressed against his body. He moves down kissing every inch down her way ; he pinches the top of her panties and pull them down between his dentition, and guiding them with his custody. returning to eye level with her he brushes his penis by her inner second joint. she quivers, he becomes a repeating offender teasing her with a enthusiastic demeanor. She grows tried of a prickteaser grabs his penis and shoves it in to her vagina. slow to put down at first, as they both release a pant of XTC, bit go by as momentum begins to ramp up an the constant pressure or sexual climax ... !

She feels the unruffled curved rod hit he spot and seminal fluid ; as he continually rams ; accidentally bang her header on a upper wall cabinetry. a consequence of pain followed by a uninterrupted coming, and her small giggle. he shoots his payload in her.

Dripping of sweat and smell of novel sex. He stands there embracing his other looking down at her glimmering eubstance. Thinking to himself that he 's in love with a goddess ... A women who knows him, for faults and becoming attribute ... for all intensive perspicuous he was in love ... They just grinning and continue kissing. as he now starts eating his once hot breakfst with his favored char in the reality, his rock.

The sunup was quick as he showered, he let his mind turn on itself and plan/ critical think about the day and predetermined finish he had set forth for the day to come. He falls back to reality of the piddle feeling like the rolling waving of the ocean or a wakeful summer drizzle, his girl joined him only for bit not enough time for More then a quicky. before dressing and leaving for the day ... after getting property primped and pressed. he heads out ... leaving his women with a kiss and a i love you ...

Several weeks goes by ...
Marcus turned round abruptly. He had set his lineament into the expression of subdued optimism which it was advisable to fag out when facing the father of his soon to be bride. He receives only dislike and contention form the previously promoted man that stands before him. Marcus invites him to take a buttocks. he does with hesitation but finally finds his way to the sofa. Marcus says with the reverence and expectancy. `` Sir, I would like to ask for you blessing in marring your daughter '' Marcus receives a blank stare, not of ire, not of approval, not of a gainsay nature or contention. he does n't even reply at all ... The answer with extreme hesitation is `` If you can leaven to allow for for my daughter, and can devote yourself to making her glad you my have thanksgiving. '' I cheerfully excepted his conditions thinking to myself that it could have gone allot worse.

The following day i had to exit town for a business retreat ; looking out the simmer of the newly cleaned tile is stand there in anticipation. The earpiece ring in the scope ; he answers a dreadful feeling over comes him as his suporior in his company informs him of changes in his employment.

The words, `` You fired ! '' linger on his thought process.

As returning to his home depressed looking for some consolation in his life story a mainstay perhaps ; he decides to storm his lady with a grand wild-eyed gesture, to damp the puff of his dread news. he gathering of the most scented and visually arresting flowers for her nosegay. upon his return to his flat he looks around from room to room to discover his lady straddling a stranger in Marcus 's bed ... ! Oh how the windy city could not seem to cause Sir Thomas More drawing.

to be continued ... !