michaelalexanderstories: It was a cold and blustery December afternoon as we tramped through
michaelalexanderstories: It was a cold and blustery December afternoon as we tramped through the fallen leaves. The sky was gray and threatened rain, but it didn’t smell like it. The scent of moldy leaves, wood smoke, and the early scent of snow permeated the air. It wasn’t cold enough for snow though. Mike the Hardware Guy trudged along beside me. He was quiet and I felt a bit guilty even asking him to come along. We had tried the romance thing, instead of just the slam bam type of relationship I’m good at. It hadn’t really worked and I was the problem. That made things tense between us. Mike hadn’t taken it well and vowed to remain my friend, regardless of whether or not we could make a romance work. Well, friends with benefits. We were both dressed for the cold, but I had been feeling a bit whimsical that morning and had also met Kari for lunch before finding Mike. Instead of my normal attire of South Texas Farm girl, I was a lot more fashionable. A calf length broomstick skirt, dark chocolate in color and quite warm, covered me from the waist down. A pair of black leather boots that rose to meet the skirt graced my feet. A stylish button-up white blouse lay under a black, bolero style sweater, open at the bodice so that the white shirt was visible, over which lay the coat that Kari had bought me. Both Mike and I had backpacks as well. Mine looked overstuffed but light, while Mike’s bad looked heavy, but clearly had more room. “How did you find this place?” Mike asked me. “It’s a bit off the beaten trail.” “Becca and I found it last year while trying to do Master Dan’s Twelve Days of Christmas,” I told him. Mike frowned. “Did I miss that one?” I shrugged. “I started writing it up, but the whole thing turned out so contrived and hokey that I didn’t even finish it. I’ve still got some of it, like the day I met David.” It came out innocently, but the look on Mike’s face was enough to tell me I’d said another stupid thing. Geesh. I do that a lot, don’t I? “I don’t recall being busy last Christmas,” he said stoically, putting on a brave face while I felt like shit. “Well, like I said, it was me and Becca,” I said. “It was a ridiculous assignment with clamps, a butt plug, vibroballs, and laps around an empty field.” He chuckled, clearly the thought of me in such a situation appealing. “Sounds like fun.” “For you maybe,” I said grumpily. “Anyway, we spotted this old forgotten picnic table and I thought it would be perfect for this assignment. It’s out of the way, no one is around, and we should be uninterrupted. “If it’s still there,” Mike amended. Read the rest at http://michaelalexanderstories.blogspot.com/2013/12/masturbation-on-location-pillar-candle.html -- source link
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