She was sitting with a bunch of Gen Y hipsters who had “internet dweeb” written all over them. They were around a couple of pulled-together tables...that were littered with glasses and bar snacks. At six-one and a hundred and ninety well-proportioned pounds, he normally had his pick of the litter, and he chose this one for tonight.She was hot, in a tomboy-turned-curvy-woman kind of way, a little shorter than medium height, perhaps five-five, and he couldn’t exactly evaluate her body since she was. Pale skin, and stereotypical Slavic features. She sat at the bar at a nearby free seat.We started chatting after she ordered. She had a vodka martini of all things. I had imported beer. The local beer was awful. Her name was Nicole. My name for the purpose of the story is Kira, if you will. And yes, I'm as secretive as the guy helping me put this story on paper. :)Nicole asked about me a bit, and I told her some basic facts about my move here and my job. Her voice was quite deep, pleasant, and. One day you acknowledged that you loved me, and since that day my hope of future happiness has rested on obtaining you, for to gain you would be life to me. Now, I think no more; I say only that fortune has turned against me--I had thought to gain heaven, and now I have lost it. It is an every-day occurrence for a gambler to lose not only what he possesses but also what he has not." Morrel pronounced these words with perfect calmness; Valentine looked at him a moment with her large,. "You're pretty big." She gently fisted my cock and stroked up and down a couple times. I'm not huge, but I'm a respectable six-and-a half inches, and my circumcised cock was pretty thick. I had never had any complaints, and she wasn't complaining, either."Would you mind if I kissed it?" she asked, smiling. I shook my head. She leaned in and planted a wet kiss on my swollen, purple cockhead. Then she kissed it again and again, swirling her tongue around and over my sensitive head. I moaned—the.