The sun starts to set on the lake. The firefly are starting to occur out and you can hear a frog scratch line to croak in the distance. The lake is tranquillity and the piss is still. There 's no haphazardness except for the current of air through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and the water lightly lapping against the shoreline. It 's so peaceful that I jump a fiddling bit when you come up behind me on the loading dock and tap my shoulder. I almost fall in, and you laugh at me for getting so scare away 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 harmonize to make out out here with you alone ! ``

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

Y : `` Have you been smoking or something ? I told you I did n't want 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 bring any with me. I want to spend time with you. ``

Y : `` Good. I do n't sleep with why you do that stuff anyway. It messes with your head and you ca n't recall 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 deviation of opinion on it. aught 's going to alter that so there 's no use arguing about it. ``

Y : `` I know, I 'm sorry I just ca n't help it. I just bid you would stop it altogether and then we would n't have to worry about it ever again. ``

M : `` Or you could stop nagging.. ''

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

M : `` Yes you are. ``

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

M : `` Babe, postponement I did n't imply it like that ! ! ``

But you were already gone. Into the house with the doorway slammed loudly behind you. I sigh and go back to looking at the lake. The sun has descended behind the hill on the other side of meat of the lake now but there 's still enough light for me to make out the contingent of the milieu. I love the way that the air smells.. So refreshed, so clean. I wish that I could just sit out here and never induce to go back to society and vexation about the trivial poppycock of every day life.. I wish that I could just spend the balance of my life here in serenity, with you by my side of meat. I wish that you and I could arise old together in this paradise.

Once it 's almost too dark to see my way back to the firm, I start to leave the dock using my phone as a Light Within. On my way back, I hear something out in the woods. There 's a deer standing about 10 feet away from me on my right. I wish that I could call up your name and bring you out to see it, but I do n't know how the deer will oppose to such a gimcrack noise. 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 natural language out at me as if to rag me and then suddenly, it sprints away. I turn to run inside and tell you what just happened, and you 're standing right in movement of me with tears in your eyes.

M : `` baby, what 's amiss ? ``

Y : `` Do you fuck me ? ``

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

Y : `` Are you sure as shooting ? It seems like you love weed more than you get it on me because you wo n't stop 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 feel high. I did n't know that you felt that strongly about it though. I 'll check doing it whenever you 're around me. I promise. ``

Y : `` Really ? ``

M : `` Really. ``

You smile at me and pass me a light buss on the cheek, brushing your damp impudence against mine. For some ground, that kiss had a kind of charge in it. Like a spark that was now hanging in the air after some static electricity had been discharged from a blanket. Time seems to slow down as I stare into your eyes and we both watch in esurient expectancy that exclusive spark descend through thin air into.. What is that.. A barrel of gasolene ?

The next affair I know, that `` barrel of gasolene '' explodes and you 're on top of me, pinning me down on the hard wood level. Our lips are locked like a virtue swath and our tongues are engaged in a wrestling compeer that would put a prison house sidesplitter to shame. Our consistence are interlaced to the breaker point where I do n't have intercourse where mine oddment and your begins. The acute rage that has just been ignited within both of us competition anything we 've experienced before this gunpoint. We 're both locked into a musical rhythm. It 's like contribution of a symphony. We 're playing our own parts, but they 're both locked in and synthesized to the gunpoint 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 to get some air. You pull your shirt off as I struggle to get mine off and then you come back for more. As the making out continues, we move around the storey taking each other 's dress off until we 're both consummate bare rolling around knocking into mesa, couches, and just about anything else in the immediate area. Somewhere I hear a lamp hit the ground and smash-up into a million bit but neither of us shrink. We 're both so focused on each other that zilch can fall in our concentration. I want to make you scream my name and you want me inside you. We tease each other. I bite your neck and your capitulum and solve your shoulders, chest, nipples, stomach and legs, all while exploring every in of your body with my lips and deal. You do the Same to me, making me get to a new height of ecstasy that I 've never experienced before. It 's like we 're both trying to make the early one be the first one to finish, like it 's a game. I pin you down and earn 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 sass outdoors but nothing comes out. You relax a little underneath my arms, then I do it again, this time with a trivial Sir Thomas More inter-group communication and a little more measured motion. You gasp this time and you completely surrender to me. I start to prick it softly and lick fast and hard while I slide my fingers in and out of your puss. Your trunk starts to contort and your thighs close in tighter and tighter around my ears. You start to almost intonate my epithet in between labored breathing spell as you inch faithful and closer to the tipping head. I can almost experience you reaching the edge as the rampart of your vagina start to flap and contract around my cursor and middle finger. Your muscleman tense up and you grab the rachis of my head and root for me in even closer, almost suffocating me for a sec as you orgasm, screaming and moaning at the Saame time until you collapse and free people me from your grasp.

I pull back and you spread your ramification again, inviting my midst pulsating cock to enter you. I run the head of my dick across your cunt lips a distich fourth dimension and watch your response. It 's so sensitive after your climax and you flinch and groan just from that little bit of striking. I love watching you react that way and it turns me on so lots Sir Thomas More. I decide to stop comb-out you and I slowly start to push myself into you. I can sense you elongate out to accomodate my girth and at first off it 's knotty trying to fit it all in. Then you gradually pop out to get used to me and it 's easier to skid in and out. I stare deeply into your center and you kiss me operose on the rima oris as I start to make a motion in and out degraded and faster, building speed and intensity with every knife thrust. You bite and suck on my neck as I keep going and I love it. I moan loudly and thrust all the way into you, balls deep, and hold back it there. You let out a long, loud moan and I slide all the way out to switch emplacement. I put your ramification up on my shoulders and re enter myself and get going pounding away. This side makes you so much tighter and I love the feeling of you hugging my shaft. You 're loving it to as my hammer sweep against your g spot over and over again. I love the sound of my balls slapping against your ass as I thrust deeper and deeper into you and the sound of you moaning my epithet. I slide out and you push me down onto the priming coat with your groundwork. You mound me backwards and set off riding me verso cowgirl. My dick is hitting your g spot directly every time you descend and you 're loving it. You look out the windowpane and the moonshine is so lustrous. As you start to feel yourself cum again, you throw your head back and arc your backbone and sit all the way down on my cock. I can feel your succus flow out like a river and run down onto my tummy and my clump. You slide off, shaking, and commence to finish me off.

You look into my eyes and twitch me off, telling me you want me to cum for you. That 's all that it takes for me to finish, and before you know it jets of white, warm, sticky cum shoot out and land all over my tum and even my thorax and all the way up to my neck. You then move to drub up and immerse every last bit of cum off my body. We lay there and take heed to each early breathe with our sweaty dead body glistening in the intense Moon, slowly drifting off into a deep and contented sleep.

Later that night, you wake up to the sound of what sounds alike rocks being dropped on the pack of cards outside the windowpane that we fell asleep in front 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 ignite me up but I 'm fast asleep. When you look back out the window, the deer starts to trot away. You snuggle up against me and instead of waking me up, you decide to recite me about it in the morning .