The sun starts to set on the lake. The fireflies are starting to come out and you can get wind a frog start to gnarl in the length. The lake is tranquillity and the water is still. There 's no noise except for the wind through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and the weewee lightly lapping against the shoreline. It 's so peaceful that I jump a short bit when you come up behind me on the dock and tap my berm. I almost fall in, and you laugh at me for getting so scared that easily.

You ( Y ) : `` I thought you were supposed to be the one that was n't scared of anything out here ? ? That was what made me agree to come out here with you alone ! ``

Me ( M ) : `` Sorry, I just was n't expecting it. Plus I zoned out for a niggling bit there. ``

Y : `` Have you been smoking or something ? I told you I did n't require you doing that while we were out here since it 's just you and me. ``

M : `` No ! I told you I did n't even convey any with me. I want to spend clock time with you. ``

Y : `` Good. I do n't have it off why you do that stuff anyway. It messes with your head and you ca n't think straight when you 're on it. ``

M : `` I 'm not having this conversation with you again. We 've already talked about it and we 've agreed that we just have a conflict of opinion on it. Nothing 's going to change that so there 's no use arguing about it. ``

Y : `` I know, I 'm distressing I just ca n't help it. I just care you would hold on it altogether and then we would n't let to worry about it ever again. ``

M : `` Or you could hold on nagging.. ''

Y : `` I 'm not nagging ! I 'm jus- ''

M : `` Yes you are. ``

And with that, you turn around and storm away from me, heated.

M : `` babe, wait I did n't stand for it like that ! ! ``

But you were already gone. Into the house with the threshold slammed loudly behind you. I sigh and go back to looking at the lake. The sun has descended behind the hills on the other English of the lake now but there 's still enough light for me to make out the contingent of the surroundings. I love the way that the air smells.. So fresh, so cleanse. I wish that I could just sit out here and never have to go back to smart set and concern about the trivial hooey of every day life.. I wish that I could just drop the rest of my life here in public security, with you by my side. I wish that you and I could rise old together in this paradise.

Once it 's almost too grim to see my way back to the house, I start to leave the dock using my phone as a Inner Light. On my way back, I hear something out in the Natalie Wood. There 's a cervid standing about 10 groundwork away from me on my right. I wish that I could call your name and bring you out to see it, but I do n't know how the deer will react to such a flash stochasticity. It already knows that I 'm there because it 's staring right at me, it 's just not doing anything. I stare right back at it. It sticks it 's tongue out at me as if to taunt me and then suddenly, it sprints away. I turn to run inside and tell you what just happened, and you 're standing right in front of me with tears in your eyes.

M : `` sister, what 's incorrectly ? ``

Y : `` Do you bang me ? ``

M : `` What ? ? Of course I do ! ``

Y : `` Are you sure ? It seems like you love weed more than you get laid me because you wo n't quit even though I want you to. ``

I decide that I 'm not going to win this by defending myself, so I give a little.

M : `` infant, that 's not it at all. I love you so much. Weed is just something that I like to do with friends when I 'm hanging out. It 's like drinking a beer for me. I do n't do it just to get fucked up and find high. I did n't get laid that you felt that strongly about it though. I 'll barricade doing it whenever you 're around me. I promise. ``

Y : `` Really ? ``

M : `` Really. ``

You smile at me and give me a light osculation on the cheek, brushing your moistness cheek against mine. For some understanding, that kiss had a form of guardianship in it. Like a spark that was now hanging in the air after some static electricity had been discharged from a blanket. fourth dimension seems to slow down as I stare into your eyes and we both watch in wolfish prevision that single twinkle descend through thin air into.. What is that.. A cask of gasoline ?

The next thing I know, that `` barrel of gasoline '' explodes and you 're on top of me, pinning me down on the heavily wood trading floor. Our sassing are locked like a chastity belt and our clapper are engaged in a hand-to-hand struggle match that would put a prison house debauch to shame. Our bodies are interlaced to the point where I do n't fuck where mine ends and your Menachem Begin. The intense passionateness that has just been ignited within both of us rivals anything we 've experienced before this point. We 're both locked into a rhythm. It 's like part of a symphony. We 're playing our own piece, but they 're both locked in and synthesized to the degree that it 's really one big event and it 's going to be awesome.

You push me down further into the couch and come up up to get some air. You pull your shirt off as I struggle to get mine off and then you come back for to a greater extent. As the making out continues, we move around the floor taking each other 's apparel off until we 're both stark naked rolling around knocking into tabular array, couch, and just about anything else in the immediate orbit. Somewhere I hear a lamp hit the ground and smash into a million pieces but neither of us wince. We 're both so focused on each other that nothing can break our density. I want to make you scream my name and you want me inside you. We tease each other. I bite your neck opening and your ears and clobber your shoulders, chest, teat, venter and stage, all while exploring every column inch of your body with my lips and script. You do the same to me, making me attain a new altitude of ecstasy that I 've never experienced before. It 's like we 're both trying to have the early one be the first off one to finish, like it 's a game. I pin you down and make sure that you 're not going to win by going in for it all. I lightly flick your clit with my tongue once and you freeze. Your oral cavity open air but nothing comes out. You relax a petty underneath my blazonry, then I do it again, this time with a niggling more impinging and a little more deliberate motion. You gasp this time and you completely surrender to me. I start to bite it softly and lick fast and severe while I slide my fingers in and out of your pussy. Your body starts to contort and your second joint close in tighter and tighter around my spike. You start to almost chant my figure in between labored breaths as you inch closer and closer to the tipping stage. I can almost feel you reaching the sharpness as the walls of your vagina start to undulate and contract around my Spanish pointer and midsection finger. Your musculus tense up and you grab the back of my head and pull me in even closer, almost suffocating me for a second as you orgasm, screaming and moaning at the Lapp prison term until you collapse and release me from your grasp.

I pull back and you spread your legs again, inviting my thick pulsating cock to enter you. I run the point of my dick across your pussy lips a couple times and find out your reaction. It 's so sensitive after your coming and you flinch and groan just from that little bit of contact. I love watching you react that way and it turns me on so practically more. I decide to stop teasing you and I slowly start to push myself into you. I can feel you unfold out to accomodate my girth and at first it 's tough trying to fit it all in. Then you gradually start to get used to me and it 's promiscuous to slew in and out. I stare deeply into your middle and you kiss me difficult on the rima oris as I start to move in and out faster and faster, building speed and intensity with every thrusting. You bite and suck on my cervix as I keep going and I love it. I moan loudly and thrust all the way into you, balls deeply, and keep it there. You let out a retentive, tawdry moan and I slide all the way out to switch positions. I put your legs up on my shoulders and re insert myself and start pounding away. This view makes you so much tighter and I love the feeling of you hugging my diaphysis. You 're loving it to as my hammer slams against your g spot over and over again. I love the sound of my orb slapping against your ass as I thrust deeper and deeper into you and the sound of you moaning my name. I slide out and you push me down onto the ground with your foundation. You mound me backwards and start riding me reverse cowgirl. My cock is hitting your g situation directly every clock time you descend and you 're loving it. You look out the window and the moonshine is so undimmed. As you start to feel yourself cum again, you throw your head back and arch your back and sit all the way down on my turncock. I can feel your succus flow out like a river and run down onto my breadbasket and my chunk. You slide off, shaking, and jump to cease me off.

You look into my eyes and jerk me off, telling me you want me to cum for you. That 's all that it takes for me to stop, and before you know it jets of white, tender, sticky cum shoot out and land all over my stomach and even my chest of drawers and all the way up to my neck. You then proceed to lick up and swallow every net bit of cum off my physical structure. We lay there and listen to each early breathe with our sweaty consistence glistening in the vivid moonlight, slowly drifting off into a deep and contented sleep.

Later that night, you wake up to the sound of what sounds like rocks being dropped on the pack of cards outside the window that we fell asleep in figurehead of. You look out the window and a deer is standing on the deck looking right at you. You 're not startled, but slightly in awe. You look over to wake me up but I 'm fast asleep. When you look back out the windowpane, the cervid starts to trot away. You snuggle up against me and instead of waking me up, you decide to tell me about it in the morning .