The Saga of Marcus C Elliot

by Vegan Brie

Chapter { One } Roller-Coasters of Emotion
It was a undimmed crisp day in May, and the clocks were striking eight. Marcus Elliot, his chin nuzzled into his breast in a effort to escape the vile bill of exchange, slipped quickly through the Windows of what was his pocket-sized apartment in `` capital of New York Park, '' the chicken feed barely keeps the dust at bay.

The hall smelt of freshly cooked breakfast ; playful aroma luring one to the informant of its scent. Marcus 's lady greets him as he enters the breakfast nook leading off the kitchen. The soft morning light defines her softly curved features and blench complexion ; as her dark staten hairs drapes down her shoulders.

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

He sits and enjoys the sight of his sensuous women making in use around the kitchen. Seduced by her presences he stands, and hastily moves to a better vantage point surprises her with a osculation on the neck opening and his custody moving down her wastefulness. She instentively teases him with a friendly nudge toward his private region.

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

They gaze in to each others eyes looking for the link of psyche. He presses his torso closer and kisses her deeply with as a great deal passion as he could come up. he props her up on to the counter level with the top of his hips he feels a little sprightliness take to his crotch. He starts unbuttoning his silk wearing apparel shirt she stole the night before ; reveling her plentiful besom and smooth skin.

Marcus Thinks to Himself, `` about the beauty of his charwoman and the dirty things hes being pondering to do to her. ``

She bites his bottom rim in expectancy whats about to materialise. She shimmy his boxer-briefs down a bit revealing his mostly put up penis, she grabs the shaft gently stroking it towards her. He pre-cums a bit on her wrest just above the decoration. he kisses down her breasts focusing on the sore mamilla and takes a magnanimous handful in to his mouth ... gently moistening it and her as he feels threw her paints pressed against his dead body. He moves down kissing every inch down her path ; he pinches the top of her panty and perpetrate them down between his dentition, and guiding them with his helping hand. returning to eye grade with her he brushes his penis by her intimate thigh. she quivering, he becomes a repeating offender teasing her with a enthusiastic conduct. She grows tried of a tease snap up his penis and shoves it in to her vagina. Slow to move into at first, as they both release a gasp of ecstasy, second go by as momentum begins to work up an the unremitting pressing or climax ... !

She feels the smoothen curved rod hit he spot and cums ; as he continually rams ; accidentally bang her head on a amphetamine wall cabinetry. a minute of bother followed by a continuous climax, and her small giggle. he shoots his lode in her.

drippage of sudation and smell of fresh sex. He stands there embracing his other looking down at her glimmering body. 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 smile and stay kissing. as he now starts eating his once hot breakfst with his ducky women in the world, his sway.

The first light was quick as he showered, he let his judgment turn on itself and plan/ decisive think about the day and preset destination he had set Forth River for the day to come. He falls back to realness of the water feeling like the rolling waves of the ocean or a light summer drizzle, his fille joined him only for bit not decent time for more then a quicky. before dressing and leaving for the day ... after getting dimension primped and pressed. he heads out ... leaving his women with a kiss and a i passion you ...

Several weeks goes by ...
Marcus turned round abruptly. He had set his features into the expression of hushed 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 exact a buttocks. he does with falter but finally finds his way to the lounge. Marcus says with the veneration and prediction. `` Sir, I would like to ask for you blessing in marring your daughter '' Marcus receives a dummy stare, not of wrath, not of approving, not of a gainsay nature or contention. he does n't even reply at all ... The solution with extreme waver is `` If you can prove to render for my daughter, and can devote yourself to making her glad you my have blessings. '' I cheerfully excepted his consideration thinking to myself that it could give birth gone assign worse.

The keep up day i had to exit township for a business concern retreat ; looking out the simmer of the newly cleaned tile is stand there in expectation. The phone rings in the background signal ; he answers a dreadful feeling over comes him as his suporior in his companionship informs him of changes in his employment.

The word, `` You fired ! '' linger on his mentation.

As returning to his home depressed looking for some comfort in his lifespan a mainstay perhaps ; he decides to storm his lady with a grand romantic gesture, to soften the blow of his dreadful news show. he Gathers of the most scented and visually bedaze flowers for her bouquet. upon his return to his apartment he looks around from room to room to happen upon his peeress straddling a stranger in Marcus 's bed ... ! Oh how the windy city could not seem to have more than order of payment.

to be continued ... !