The sun starts to set on the lake. The fireflies are starting to occur out and you can hear a frog first to croak in the distance. The lake is hushed and the piddle is still. There 's no noise except for the malarky through the trees and the water lightly lapping against the shoreline. It 's so peaceful that I jump a trivial bit when you come up behind me on the dock and tap my shoulder. 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 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 institute any with me. I want to spend time with you. ``

Y : `` Good. I do n't know why you do that scarf out anyway. It messes with your fountainhead and you ca n't reckon 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 remainder of opinion on it. Nothing 's going to convert that so there 's no use arguing about it. ``

Y : `` I know, I 'm sorry I just ca n't assist it. I just care you would stop it altogether and then we would n't have to interest 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 ramp away from me, heated.

M : `` Babe, wait I did n't mean it like that ! ! ``

But you were already gone. Into the planetary 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 former side of the lake now but there 's still enough Inner Light for me to reach out the particular of the surroundings. I love the way that the air smells.. So overbold, so sportsmanlike. I wish that I could just sit out here and never own to go back to bon ton and vexation about the picayune material of every day life.. I wish that I could just spend the rest of my life here in peace treaty, with you by my side of meat. I wish that you and I could grow 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 brightness. On my way back, I hear something out in the woods. There 's a deer standing about 10 foot away from me on my right. I wish that I could call in your name and get you out to see it, but I do n't cognise how the deer will oppose to such a tacky 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 crying in your eyes.

M : `` Babe, what 's wrong ? ``

Y : `` Do you love me ? ``

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

Y : `` Are you sure ? It seems like you love weed more than you have it off 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 : `` Babe, that 's not it at all. I love you so much. Weed is just something that I like to do with friend 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 heights. I did n't know 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 short buss on the brass, brushing your damp cheek against mine. For some reason, that osculation had a variety of care in it. Like a spark that was now hanging in the air after some static electricity had been discharged from a cover. Time seems to slow down as I stare into your centre and we both watch in ravening anticipation that I spark descend through lean air into.. What is that.. A barrel of gasolene ?

The succeeding affair I know, that `` barrel of gasolene '' explodes and you 're on top of me, pinning me down on the tough Wood floor. Our lips are locked like a sexual abstention belted ammunition and our knife are engaged in a grappling compeer that would put a prison riot to disgrace. Our eubstance are interlaced to the item where I do n't know where mine ends and your Begin. The vivid passion 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 voice, but they 're both locked in and synthesized to the point 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 Thomas More. As the making out continues, we move around the level taking each other 's dress off until we 're both stark nude rolling around knocking into tables, couches, and just about anything else in the straightaway area. Somewhere I hear a lamp hit the ground and smash-up into a million pieces but neither of us squinch. We 're both so focused on each other that cipher can break our concentration. I want to reach you squall my name and you want me inside you. We tease each former. I bite your neck opening and your ear and work out your shoulders, chest, nipple, venter and legs, all while exploring every column inch of your body with my lips and hands. You do the same to me, making me reach a new acme 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 biz. I pin you down and make sure that you 're not going to win by going in for it all. I lightly flick your clitoris with my tongue once and you freeze. Your sassing opens but nothing comes out. You relax a little underneath my arms, then I do it again, this time with a little more contact and a little more deliberate move. You gasp this meter 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 slit. Your trunk starts to wring and your thighs close in tighter and tighter around my ears. You start to almost cantillate my name in between drudge breaths as you inch cheeseparing and closer to the tipping pointedness. I can almost feel you reaching the edge as the walls of your vagina start to undulate and contract around my pointer and middle finger. Your muscles tense up and you grab the book binding of my head word and pluck me in even closer, almost suffocating me for a 2nd as you orgasm, screaming and moaning at the Sami time until you collapse and liberate me from your grasp.

I pull back and you spread your ramification again, inviting my midst pulsating cock to enter you. I run the straits of my dick across your kitty-cat lips a couple times and watch your reaction. It 's so sensitive after your orgasm and you flinch and moan just from that little bit of touch. I love watching you react that way and it turns me on so a lot more. I decide to stop teasing you and I slowly start to push myself into you. I can feel you extend out to accomodate my girth and at showtime it 's sturdy trying to fit it all in. Then you gradually pop out to get used to me and it 's easier to slip in and out. I stare deeply into your eyes and you kiss me hard on the mouth as I start to proceed in and out faster and faster, building speed and chroma with every thrust. You bite and suck on my neck opening as I keep going and I love it. I moan loudly and thrust all the way into you, balls oceanic abyss, and go along it there. You let out a long, brassy moan and I slide all the way out to flip emplacement. I put your legs up on my shoulders and re insert myself and start pounding away. This lieu makes you so a lot close and I love the tactile sensation of you hugging my irradiation. You 're loving it to as my cock slams against your g spot over and over again. I love the sound of my lump slapping against your ass as I thrust mystifying and deeper into you and the auditory sensation of you moaning my name. I slide out and you push me down onto the soil with your pes. You mound me backwards and begin riding me reverse cowgirl. My dick is hitting your g touch directly every clip you descend and you 're loving it. You look out the window and the lunation is so bright. As you start to finger yourself cum again, you throw your headway back and arch your back and sit all the way down on my prick. I can feel your juices flow out like a river and run down onto my belly and my balls. You slide off, shaking, and start out to terminate 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 polish off, and before you know it jets of Patrick Victor Martindale White, quick, sticky cum shoot out and land all over my tum and even my chest and all the way up to my neck. You then keep to lick up and swallow every go bit of cum off my consistence. We lay there and listen to each other breathe with our sweaty soundbox glistening in the intense moonlight, slowly drifting off into a mysterious and contented sleep.

Later that night, you wake up to the sound of what sounds wish rocks being dropped on the deck of cards outside the windowpane that we fell asleep in nominal head of. You look out the window and a deer is standing on the pack of cards looking right at you. You 're not startled, but slightly in awe. You look over to inflame me up but I 'm debauched asleep. When you look back out the windowpane, the deer 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 .