The Saga of Marcus C Elliot

by Vegan Brie

Chapter { One } Roller-Coasters of Emotion
It was a lustrous crisp day in May, and the clocks were striking eight. Marcus Elliot, his chin nuzzled into his titty in a endeavor to fly the coop the vile draft, slipped quickly through the windowpane of what was his pocket-sized apartment in `` Albany Park, '' the methamphetamine hydrochloride barely keeps the dust at bay.

The hallway smelt of freshly cooked breakfast ; playful odour luring one to the rootage of its aroma. Marcus 's lady greets him as he enters the breakfast nook leading off the kitchen. The cushy morning time light defines her softly curved features and blench complexion ; as her dark staten hairs drapery down her articulatio humeri.

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

He sits and enjoys the sight of his sensuous women making busy around the kitchen. Seduced by her mien he stands, and hastily moves to a better vantage stage surprises her with a osculation on the neck and his custody moving down her permissive waste. She instentively teases him with a friendly nudge toward his private region.

he whispers in her ear, `` I 'm so sword lily your here ... ! '' she turns to present him and plants a kiss. `` me to. '' She rebutted.

They gaze in to each others eyes looking for the link of souls. He presses his consistence closer and kisses her deeply with as much mania as he could muster. he props her up on to the counterpunch grade with the top of his rose hip he feels a little life payoff to his genitals. He starts unbuttoning his silk dress shirt she stole the night before ; reveling her ample besom and placid skin.

Marcus Thinks to Himself, `` about the ravisher of his women and the colly affair hes being pondering to do to her. ``

She bites his bottom sassing in prediction whats about to happen. She shimmy his boxer-briefs down a bit revealing his mostly erect member, she grabs the barb 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 tender nipples and takes a large smattering in to his mouth ... gently moistening it and her as he feels threw her pigment pressed against his body. He moves down kissing every inch down her way of life ; he pinches the top of her panties and pull them down between his teeth, and guiding them with his hands. returning to eye level with her he brushes his penis by her inner thigh. she quivers, he becomes a repeating offender teasing her with a enthusiastic conduct. She grows tried of a tease catch his penis and shoves it in to her vagina. Slow to enter at first, as they both release a gasp of rapture, moments go by as momentum begins to establish an the changeless pressure or climax ... !

She feels the fluid curved rod hit he spot and cums ; as he continually rams ; accidentally bang her headway on a speed wall cabinetry. a instant of pain followed by a continuous climax, and her small-scale giggle. he shoots his encumbrance in her.

Dripping of sudation and smelling of fresh sex. He stands there embracing his former looking down at her glimmering body. Thinking to himself that he 's in dear with a goddess ... A charwoman who knows him, for error and becoming attributes ... for all intensive perspicuous he was in love ... They just grin and continue kissing. as he now starts eating his once hot breakfst with his deary womanhood in the world, his stone.

The morning was quick as he showered, he let his mind twist on itself and plan/ critical think about the day and predetermined goals he had set forth for the day to amount. He falls back to realism of the piss feeling like the rolling waving of the sea or a light summer mizzle, his girl joined him only for bit not plenty time for more then a quick fix. 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 lovemaking you ...

Several weeks goes by ...
Marcus turned round abruptly. He had set his features into the expression of tranquility optimism which it was advisable to wear when facing the father of his soon to be bride. He receives only disapproval and contention form the previously promoted man that stands before him. Marcus invites him to study a butt. he does with hesitation but finally finds his way to the lounge. Marcus says with the reverence and prevision. `` Sir, I would like to ask for you blessing in marring your daughter '' Marcus receives a blank stare, not of choler, not of approval, not of a challenging nature or rivalry. he does n't even answer at all ... The answer with utmost falter is `` If you can establish to provide for my daughter, and can commit yourself to making her felicitous you my have thanksgiving. '' I cheerfully excepted his conditions thinking to myself that it could have gone deal out worse.

The survey day i had to leave town for a business retreat ; looking out the simmer of the newly cleaned tile is stand there in prediction. The earphone ring in the background ; he answers a terrible feel over comes him as his suporior in his company informs him of changes in his employment.

The speech, `` You fired ! '' linger on his thoughts.

As returning to his home depressed looking for some comfort in his life a anchor perhaps ; he decides to surprise his lady with a tremendous romantic gesture, to mince the blow of his dread intelligence. he gather of the most odoriferous and visually stunning bloom for her bouquet. upon his reappearance to his apartment he looks around from room to room to discover his lady straddling a stranger in Marcus 's bed ... ! Oh how the blowy city could not seem to have Sir Thomas More draft.

to be continued ... !