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| Apr 5 @ 11:20 PM |
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needsomenow83
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There's a patch of land I go to. Not often, but I venture.
.......To think.
......To draw.
Despite the mood, I travel out with my pad. Sometimes, I'll scratch out the trees. How the leaves flow back and forth. Other times, a hare will sit long enough for me to get into my pad. Today, the clouds were heavy, A day, I chose to sit,
..... and think.
several feet ahead, lives a woman. 5'9". busty, always looked busy, and yet bored.Always alone. Such a beautiful home, with a view directly outside, where I draw.
........ I've sketched her a few times. Bringing her puppy inside the house, pruning her trees, even ......... staring out into the field.
I began to ask myself. Is she lonely ? Olive skin, and hair that blended with her surroundings, why of all places, did she choose here ?
Such a mysterious woman........
........"heh. I'm one to talk, and I come to a barren patch of greenery, to think and draw". Lost in thought, and no particular muse for my art, I put my pad aside, and fell asleep.
A few hours go by, and I slowly open my eyes. The clouds still heavy. I wake up, hoping an odd sketch would suffice, before I left.
"It's kinda dark out here. If it weren't for the sight of a quarter-phase moon, I'd leave with just my thoughts."
The lights come on in this lonely house. First time I'd ever seen them. Perhaps she finally wants to go out. maybe get away from all this quiet. I continue sketching, when I hear rustling among the grass. I'm used to the critters and such, going about their day, while I draw, but it couldn't possibly be..........
.......It was. She stared down onto my pad, A moon, with dim yellows, and trees with deep browns. She knealt down beside me and said
"You're very good at what you do. How long have you been drawing ?"
I couldn't answer her at the moment. she was gorgeous. green eyes. A flowered wrap-skirt, filled with blues and browns I didn't even know existed.
"F-for about 6 years." I managed to eek out. She told me her name. Rhonda. She even said it, like she nervously wanted me to know. All this time, I'm focused on finishing my current piece, when I'm scared she'll want to see my other work.
"There. "
I sign my name on back, and she begins thumbing though the pages.
" Would you mind if I sat with you......... ?" She asked. At this point. I'm thinking she wants to kill me, for drawing her and invading her space. She brought out a velvet blanket, and removed her sandals. She sat there, and just stared at me.
I'm scared beyond all fear, thinking "......fountain-tip pen, in hand. go for the neck, and run like hell...."
She pulled me closer to her, and kissed me. "Not the response I was expecting"
Both surprised and thrown off, I pulled back. She wanted more,....... and went after it.
Stripping me bare, I didn't know wether I should run, or what. panic-stricken, I stayed. Ever feel that rush ? That adrenaline-filled rush, where your head's saying You're gonna die and your heart's saying Fan-tastic !!!!!!!
She Un-wrapped her skirt, and removed her top. Wrapping her curly brown hair back, she went straight for me. I begin saying to myself
"There is a goddess, in body and in voice, with her mouth, ferociously on my throb. Is this [really] happening ?
She looked up at me, as if she heard me thinking. With the spit dripping from her mouth she ravenously said one of the only things she said tonight
................ " Yes " .
This [apparently] was about me. She wasted no motion, climbing around, and forcing my cock as far in her pussy as possible. Satisfied, she closed her eyes, and moaned as one would, when you've been depraved of food. I brushed her hair, and the band holding her hair came loose.
With her hair wildly out, it evoked an animal sexuality out of her. Gently pushing me to lie on my back, she locked fingers and ravaged me.
The extent of a lonely, soul, indeed.
I could feel her seeping cum, as she rode harder and harder. She simply stared. Her face, flushing, she just ravaged away. staring. Those green eyes, sad, with joy staring at someone, who has no control. Her face flushed completely. The heat she generated, only seemed to further her energy.
Yes, the extent of a lonely soul indeed.
I could feel my body tensing up. She continued to stare, but half-smiled. Recognizing I was about to cum, she sat in as deep as she could, and grinded deep. A new experience in every sense of the word. She inhaled as she grinded me, the cum seemingly coursing its way inside her.
Very few words, from this Rhonda. As exotic, as she was sexual. She fell asleep, and again. I lie there. no particular place to be.........
lost even more so, in thought.
The extent...... of a lonely soul.
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| Apr 26 @ 10:44 AM |
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needsomenow83
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42........ make it 43 views, and no feedback. hmmmmm
Gotta work on my subject and predicate verbs then, I guess.
*shrugs* 
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| Apr 27 @ 3:28 AM |
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LMCas
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i thought is was very intensified for one who sketches, but what a ride for the artist in this lonely place. 
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| May 10 @ 11:37 PM |
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needsomenow83
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 Thanks !!! I'm glad you liked it.
It means more than what you read at face-value. A lonely place, indeed
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