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Please excuse the poor grammar in this story and any misspellings that I might have. Wrote this quick one day, just putting my feelers out to see if I should continue writing. Comments welcome, but please be nice ;)

I find us a place for you to sit/lay down, and after locating some lotion, I'd start rubbing your feet for a while, working my way up to your ankles, onto your calves, the lotion making sure I don't give you an Indian burn. Gently and slowly working my way up till I can feel your thighs in my palms, tracing circles at this point, making my way to the insides of your thighs, I stop just shy of your sweet spot as I motion for you to turn over onto your stomach... You oblige, and my hands go back to work quickly as I start on the outsides of your hips, working my thumbs into the center of the small of your back, circling and massaging deep , working down till I have your asscheeks in my hands, spreading you every so often as I hear your 'mmmm' noises, letting me know I'm doing something right. After a good while I start my ascent up your back, starting up your spine and working my way out to the edges, watching goosebumps form as I approach where your breasts and back meet. Still on your stomach, you roll your head to the side and smile at me, revealing your neck to me once again...
After reaching your shoulders once again, I dig my nails into your back and rake down either aide of your spine, not enough to cause pain, but definitely with more pressure than what would tickle you. Feeling awake across your entire body, you can't help but make more happy noises. I grin very evilly as I continue back down to your ass, taking my time to massage each cheek individually this time, leading down to your thigh, back up the inside, teasing you so, stopping before hitting anything else, then moving over to the other thigh and cheek, I can feel your hips gyrating and pushing into my hands as I continue to massage you...
Driven wild with extacy at this point, you begin to turn over, I stop you half way and begin making a trail of kisses from your thigh, up your hip, across your belly and leading up to your breast, I take a nipple into my mouth and you gasp as you feel the suction mixed with my tongue ring against you, one of my hands continuing to caress your body. A minute or so passes and I rise up, allowing you to lay flat on your back, allowing me to take you in, innall of your nude glory, the sunlight shimmering off beads of sweat that have formed from being so worked up...
I take off my shirt and unzip my pants, leaving myself in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs at this point, the outline of my manhood clear as day, you spread your legs allowing me to lay down, , our lips meeting as we furiously lash tongues, hand exploring each others bodies, my chest hair tickling you ever so slightly. Catching our breath I begin to lower myself down, trailing my tongue across your neck, down your cleavage, down further until I am met lips to lips with you, my arms wrapped around your legs at this point, as I open my lips and let my tongue slide out, I lick up one side of your lips, and down the other and I feel your whole body quake...
I feel you reach down and assist me by spreading yourself for me, exposing your clit, your wetness ever so apparent, as I salivate, I begin to let my tongue flicker past your clit, you begin to grind into my face, as I lick harder and harder I can feel your juices leak out of you. Taking a break I lower my tongue and mouth down as I begin to work my tongue inside of you, savoring the flavors on my tongue, driving me more and more wild as I lap you up...
I can feel you tighten around my tongue, my hands begun to wander again, like they do from time to time, and find themselves massaging your breasts, taking each nipple between the thumb and forefinger, rolling and pinching gently, your breath quickening. Continuing to wrestle with trying to keep my tongue inside of you, I bring my hands back down and pin your legs up and back, giving me full access to all of your feminine areas. I draw back and begin to make very long, slow strokes with my tongue, from clit to slit to opening, letting my tongue flicker out and down across your asshole every once and a while, slightly perplexed, you tense up a bit, but eventually warm up to the sensations after the 3rd or so 'accidental' lick...
I continue my long, methodical licks, my tongue ring driving you wild every time it runs across your clit. Deciding to give your legs a break, I let them go, allowing us both to also catch our breaths before continuing. I stand up fully and remove my boxers, precum dripping off of me, glistening in the light. I lay back down as we make out for a good deal longer before you feel the tip of me try to enter you...
Realizing I'm trying to enter you, you begin to push me off of you, motioning for me to sit at the end of the bed. I oblige and sit back, legs spread as I watch you lower yourself down onto your knees, one hand wrapped around my shaft as you begin to lick up the shaft, across the tip, my precum making a string as you pull your tongue away, eyes full of lust at this point...
I watch at least half of my disappear inside of your.mouth as you begin to rotate your hand at you move your head up and down, making sloppy sucking noises as you continue to milk my hard cock, precum freely flowing at this point. My head begins to roll back as I feel myself hit the back of your throat, unsure if accidental, I right off the urge to unload in your mouth, holding my breath as my eyes roll back. To avoid blasting off too early, I put my hands on your shoulders, and move you away from me, standing up, you push me down on the bed and mount me, grinding your wet slit against my hard cock, driving each other wild in anticipation...
I feel the tip of me slide into you about an inch, your wetness and tightness feels incredible, I grunt a bit as I feel you back off and slide me out again, slowly lowering yourself again, gasping as you feel my frenun 'pop' inside of you. After 4 or 5 slides, you've taken all of me into you, waiting, you begin to grind on me, the sensation of my piercings inside of you driving you closer and closer to orgasm. You throw your head back, hair swaying as you continue to grind down onto me, as I look up and appreciate you in such a vulnerable state. I put my hands on either aide of your face and bring you in for a kiss, as we transition to you being on all fours, looking down, I guide myself into you, my hands resting on your hips as I begin to thrust into you...
As I slide into you slowly at first, I watch as you bury your head into a pillow to middle your moans of pleasure, building speed, you feel my balls smacking against your clit as you take my thick member into you over and over, a wave of release building with each throb and vein that enters and exits you, feeling you tighten around me, I slow my pace to almost nothing, teasing your pussy until I finally slip all the way out of you, turning you onto your back, I guide myself back into you, putting your ankles behind my head, I slide myself as deep into you as I can go, bottoming out, causing a grunt of painful pleasure to exit your mouth...
As I read myself deep inside you, I begin to make.myself pulse and throb against your deepest part of your pussy, I lick my thumb and begin to rub your clit as I start sliding in and out of you again, working my rhythm up to the point of no return for either of us, letting your legs down, you wrap your legs around mine, ensuring I cannot leave you anymore as I continue to pound away, my cock getting harder with each thrust. As I get closer and closer I ask if you are ready to cum, nodding you whisper 'I thought you'd never ask'... Our lips meet once again as we kiss each other deeply, muffling each others moans as I feel your vagina clench up and constrict against my cock, not able to hold back anymore I announce I'm going to cum as I let loose spurt after spurt of hot spunk inside of you, not wanting to stop, we can hear our wetness slopping with each one of my thrusts as I shake and quiver from Cumming, looking down, you grab your chest, flush from the intense orgasm you've just had...
Exhausted, I roll off to one side, our juices flowing out of you, curious, you reach down and string us between your fingers, showing me as I put a hand behind your head and make us kiss between your fingers, our juices running between our lips as we bask in the aftermath of an incredible session of lust and passion.

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XVII. Hell's Angel Walt was in the workroom of his shop when she called. He was putting new brake cables on a Rivendell Sam Hillborne. He was customizing the bike for one of his more well-heeled patrons, a dentist who fancied himself a cycling aficionado. He was the kind of guy who outfitted himself like he was racing in the Tour de France just to tool his way through the park. He always bought the very latest, most cutting-edge gear. Everything high-tech and top of the line. But he spent...

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Patchwork People XVIII Beauty and the Beast

XVIII. Beauty and the beast. So I finally got to meet the boyfriend. Surreal! He was one of those big, burly, biker-types. His arms (and who knows what else) covered in tats, the seriouso kind. I'll bet anything some of them are prison tattoos. Long gray hair tied back in a grizzled ponytail. Grizzled beard, too. He was exactly the kind of guy that every dad shudders to imagine his daughter will bring home one day. And here my dad was bringing him home to me! See what I mean by...

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Patchwork People XIX First draft people

XIX. First draft people. An occasional bat flickered across the stars overhead. The gardenias and hibiscus had long drawn in their petal- awnings. Across the lawn, the hunched bushes looked like a queue of black-robed monks marching back to their monastery. And in the middle distance, fireflies marked a secondary night-sky of transitory constellations in what might have been an even more unpredictable universe than the one we find ourselves inhabiting, one that blinks in an out of...

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Patchwork People XX Glass Houses

XX. Glass houses. To the sadly uninitiated, a bicycle is simply a convenient means of transportation, low-tech, eco-friendly, inexpensive, ultra-democratic. For the fitness conscious, it's a superior form of practical exercise: you could get your aerobic workout and run errands at the same time. For others, the bicycle endures as the conveyance of childhood memories--tricycle, Big Wheels, training wheels, scraped knees and paper routes. However to someone like Walt, a bicycle was all...

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Patchwork People XXI Full Xanax moments

XXI. Full Xanax moments. Her heart skipped a beat before her brain was fully conscious of the reason. There'd been a total communications blackout between them of several years running but Marcia recognized Claire's old email address immediately. She remembered, too, clicking open the message, the standard post-divorce tone of Claire's emails: terse, authoritative, and demanding. Then, as now, Claire communicated with Marcia as she would with a subordinate whose compliance was taken...

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Patchwork People XXII The xfactor

XXII. The x factor. It was a strange council they made that evening sitting on Grace's porch. Walt and Marcia, Claire, and, of course, Grace herself, puttering about busily, trying to make everyone comfortable. It brought to mind those old photographs of Yalta, where Stalin, Roosevelt, and Churchill posed with forced congeniality for the camera, the most unlikely and unnatural of allies, each of them knowing full well that their cooperation was only temporary. That the moment the...

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Patchwork People XXIII Strange Geography

XXIII. Strange geography. They really should teach more geography at school, that's what I'm thinking. I mean, I've got to get to New Mexico, but I'm not even sure where it is. In the Southwest, somewheres, which is good enough to say, if you're living two thousand miles away in New Jersey and have no intention of ever actually going there. I don't even know if it comes before or after Arizona. I'm in Oklahoma now, a really godawful place from what I can see of it, which isn't...

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Patchwork People XXIV Cactus Country

XXIV. Cactus country. The day was cool and clear. An auspicious day for new beginnings. The cloudless sky stretched tight, a blue tarpaulin snapped to the horizon. It was almost enough to give Marcia a feeling of hope. Between all the preparations, hastily made as they'd been, throwing together a pair of travel bags, gassing up the truck, collecting maps and whatnot, they were on the road a little later than they'd planned. Traveling south on I-640, traffic was still light but picked...

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Patchwork People XXV Whos Your Daddy

XXV. Who's your daddy? When they asked me at the hospital who my parents were, who my emergency contact was, I guess you can say that I kind of panicked. They were making it pretty clear they weren't going to let me out of here on my own, no way, so I had to come up with someone. Who could I finger for the honor? Mom was out of the question, at this point, and once Marcia found out that I'd lied and basically stolen her money, which I'm sure she must have realized by now, she wasn't...

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Patchwork People XXVI The great escape

XXVI. The great escape. One could imagine a thousand things going wrong, but there was no hitch at the hospital. Their quickly improvised charade worked like a charm. Walt's performance as Phoebe's concerned but understandably angry father was spot-on. Marcia, in her supporting role as distraught mom, hadn't had to act at all. There were the usual papers and forms to sign, a brief interview with a representative from the Chupadero police department and another with a representative...

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Patchwork People XXVII Just south of normal

XXVII. Just south of normal. For the next month, they very much resembled a real family. In the meantime, peace talks with Claire continued, though they were touch-and- go. Grace had gently offered to help mediate and Marcia gratefully accepted her offer. Grace was making progress, working her indelible magic, but it was magic in slow motion. In Claire, she'd met her match, a woman as resistant to miracles as they come. Marcia's ex was angry and would likely remain so, on some level,...

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Patchwork People XXVIII Departures

XXVIII. Departures. It was one of those mornings that seem unable to decide what it wants to be. Halfway to the airport, a fine rain blew up against the windshield of the pick-up. A few miles later, the sun unexpectedly broke out from a temporary gap in the impregnable line of gray clouds massed like battleships laying siege on the horizon It had finally been agreed that Phoebe would return to New Jersey and sign in to an outpatient rehab clinic. At the same time, she would take...

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Patchwork People XXIX When cows fly

XXIX. When cows fly. There are no cows outside the window at thirty thousand feet, no oil drills, no billboards, no fast food chain restaurants either. Nothing but space, space, and more space. You always expect to see things clearer on the way back from a journey. I'm not sure if anything is really different than it was before, but I do see it differently, and maybe that makes all the difference. We'll just have to wait and see. I'm not so mad anymore, I guess. That's one thing...

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Patchwork People XXX Book of Changes

XXX. Book of changes. One morning Marcia came into the Blue Cat and found Grace packing up the snow-globe collection. She carefully wrapped each plastic globe in newspaper before nesting it inside a box beside the others. "What happened? Did Mrs. Pritchard have second-thoughts about selling?" Marcia's eyes widened in disbelief. "Don't tell me you got a taker for the entire collection?" "Neither, I'm afraid," Grace said. Marcia began setting out that morning's baked selections....

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Patchwork People XXXI The wisdom of ghosts

XXXI. The wisdom of ghosts. Edgar Birdwell was an awful poet. There was just no two ways around it. It wasn't only that his language was stilted and clunky, antiquated even in his own day, or that his themes were self-censored, disguised in tortured euphemisms to the point of utter obscurity. He was simply a bad writer. There was a good reason he was self-published. Who else would? Birdwell had an ear with more tin in it than a can. Marcia's fantasy, ex- graduate student of...

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Patchwork People XXXII Welcome Home

XXXII. Welcome home. Autumn was now more than just a hint of wood-smoke in the nippy air of a summer evening. The trees had turned and the leaves were in free-fall. In the night sky, the constellations had subtly shifted position. The stars were sharper. The frogs and crickets had grown quieter. "Good evening ladies." Walt waved to them as he cruised passed the porch on the tandem. He was showing up all over town lately riding solo on that bicycle. He was becoming famous for it....

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Teamwork

Do you want to know a secret? I’m crazy about you. Of course I won’t actually say the words to you, but I’ll show you because it’s easier for me. Look at me. Look at my face when you smile at me, doesn’t it tell you everything that I won’t. Feel my fingertips on your arm as you drift into a sleep, they’ll continue to stroke you long after you’ve lost awareness and when I eventually fall asleep pressed up against your warmth, I’ll have a contented smile as I dream of you, as I dream that...

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