tiny gourmet kitchenette mixed remarkably well with the rough lumber beams and walls, the small stone fireplace, and knotty pine plank floors.
I flung my parka across the room as I paced back and forth across the small living room. I heard a thump as it knocked the small basket of muffins off the side table and into the wall.
"Stupid muffins!" I screamed as one rolled across the floor stopping somewhere under the coffee table. I yanked the sweater and t-shirt from under the waist band of my pants and twisted and writhed my body as I pulled them off, shaking my wrist until they fell to the floor.
I stood there for a few moments, taking in deep breaths, the cool air of the room tickling my bare moist skin. It felt incredible and I finally began to calm down a bit. I walked to the sofa and plopped down on the arm so I could bend over and unbuckle the ski boots. I yanked one off and dropped it, which made a loud thump as it hit the floor.
I stopped for a moment and took another deep breath. The hair around my face was moist and sticking to my skin. I reached up and ran my fingers through my hair, sucking 31
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another deep gulp of air into my lungs. I exhaled slowly and reached down removing the second boot, this time setting it onto the floor. I had never in all my life been so blatantly insulted. I wasn't sure if it was the embarrassment of running into the man with whom I'd had the sex-I-don't-remember, or the fact that he'd called me a lousy lay that had me so pissed, but I was livid.
Never, had anyone ever called me a bad lover. It just hadn't happened! I was a damn good lay!! Usually guys were asking for a third and fourth helping of Boone.
"Christ!" I stood up and turned hearing a knock at the door. "Now I'm sitting here alone and talking about myself in the third person." Stupid freak .
I headed to the door, cursing when I stepped my socked foot into a cold puddle of melted snow on the floor. I was shaking my leg like a dog, as I grabbed the handle and yanked the door open. A slow smile spread over Wade's face as he looked me up and down while I stood there on one foot, mouth slightly agape. The bitter cold air hit my skin and I felt my nipples go rock hard.
"You forgot these," he said, eyes plastered to my pecs as he stood on the porch holding up the skis.
I have a face, dude, I thought.
I suddenly reached out with both hands and snatched up wads of his parka in my fists. His eyes bugged out as I yanked him into my cabin with some type of new found gorilla strength. The skis and poles made an awful racket as they caught on the door jam, snapping loose from Wade's hand and scattering across the floor of the small covered porch.
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I shoved Wade into the room, releasing him from my grip, which caused him to stumble back several feet in what seemed like an attempt to prevent himself from falling backward. I kicked the door shut with my foot and the walls vibrated from the force. He was looking at me like he was unsure if I was going to kiss him or kill him. I wasn't sure either as I stomped across the room, slamming my body into his. Our mouths locked together like two magnets. I felt his hands on my hips as I shoved my tongue into his mouth. My hands were yanking at his bright red parka and Wade took over, sliding it off his shoulders and shimmying out of it as my hands fell to the buckle on his pants. I was furiously pulling up on his shirts as Wade slid his hands up my sides and across my back.
I pulled my mouth away and he tried to force his back onto mine, but I pushed him, backing him up to the corner of the sofa. I shoved his shirts up exposing his torso, and pulled him into me, covering his nipple with my mouth.
Wade let out a long moan as he placed his hand on the back of my head, pressing my face into his chest. I dug my teeth into the hard nipple, pulling on it.
"Fuck!" Wade said, grabbing me by the hair and pulling my head back.
He let go and I took a few
I flung my parka across the room as I paced back and forth across the small living room. I heard a thump as it knocked the small basket of muffins off the side table and into the wall.
"Stupid muffins!" I screamed as one rolled across the floor stopping somewhere under the coffee table. I yanked the sweater and t-shirt from under the waist band of my pants and twisted and writhed my body as I pulled them off, shaking my wrist until they fell to the floor.
I stood there for a few moments, taking in deep breaths, the cool air of the room tickling my bare moist skin. It felt incredible and I finally began to calm down a bit. I walked to the sofa and plopped down on the arm so I could bend over and unbuckle the ski boots. I yanked one off and dropped it, which made a loud thump as it hit the floor.
I stopped for a moment and took another deep breath. The hair around my face was moist and sticking to my skin. I reached up and ran my fingers through my hair, sucking 31
Sn Ho
by Ethan Day
another deep gulp of air into my lungs. I exhaled slowly and reached down removing the second boot, this time setting it onto the floor. I had never in all my life been so blatantly insulted. I wasn't sure if it was the embarrassment of running into the man with whom I'd had the sex-I-don't-remember, or the fact that he'd called me a lousy lay that had me so pissed, but I was livid.
Never, had anyone ever called me a bad lover. It just hadn't happened! I was a damn good lay!! Usually guys were asking for a third and fourth helping of Boone.
"Christ!" I stood up and turned hearing a knock at the door. "Now I'm sitting here alone and talking about myself in the third person." Stupid freak .
I headed to the door, cursing when I stepped my socked foot into a cold puddle of melted snow on the floor. I was shaking my leg like a dog, as I grabbed the handle and yanked the door open. A slow smile spread over Wade's face as he looked me up and down while I stood there on one foot, mouth slightly agape. The bitter cold air hit my skin and I felt my nipples go rock hard.
"You forgot these," he said, eyes plastered to my pecs as he stood on the porch holding up the skis.
I have a face, dude, I thought.
I suddenly reached out with both hands and snatched up wads of his parka in my fists. His eyes bugged out as I yanked him into my cabin with some type of new found gorilla strength. The skis and poles made an awful racket as they caught on the door jam, snapping loose from Wade's hand and scattering across the floor of the small covered porch.
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Sn Ho
by Ethan Day
I shoved Wade into the room, releasing him from my grip, which caused him to stumble back several feet in what seemed like an attempt to prevent himself from falling backward. I kicked the door shut with my foot and the walls vibrated from the force. He was looking at me like he was unsure if I was going to kiss him or kill him. I wasn't sure either as I stomped across the room, slamming my body into his. Our mouths locked together like two magnets. I felt his hands on my hips as I shoved my tongue into his mouth. My hands were yanking at his bright red parka and Wade took over, sliding it off his shoulders and shimmying out of it as my hands fell to the buckle on his pants. I was furiously pulling up on his shirts as Wade slid his hands up my sides and across my back.
I pulled my mouth away and he tried to force his back onto mine, but I pushed him, backing him up to the corner of the sofa. I shoved his shirts up exposing his torso, and pulled him into me, covering his nipple with my mouth.
Wade let out a long moan as he placed his hand on the back of my head, pressing my face into his chest. I dug my teeth into the hard nipple, pulling on it.
"Fuck!" Wade said, grabbing me by the hair and pulling my head back.
He let go and I took a few
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