So if anyone can come up with the illustration this story describes, and is interested in submitting it, please email me at roddmann [at] yahoo [dot] ...om. Thanks!The Bud Vase: A Verbal Vignetteby Iron Rodd“I have an idea for a photo. Could you change into your long black peasant skirt?”“And what else?”“Nothing else, please.”She quirked an eyebrow at me, but headed to the bedroom. She’s a sport.While she was gone, I positioned the St. Andrew’s Cross in front of a black backdrop, dimmed the. You always said you weren’t ready for a relationship, and I think maybe you believed that, but I think really you were scared of a relationship. Scared of maybe getting hurt again. That’s why we kept saying we weren’t really together, even though we were. If we said we weren’t together, then you couldn’t get hurt if it ended. Right?”“But it is ending,” I said, touching her face. “After tonight.”She smiled a cute little smile. “Maybe not after tonight, exactly, but certainly, yes, come September. “Let’s go inside, Nicole, and I’ll tell you.” (AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}});We walk towards the house and you take me into the bedroom and motion forme to sit on the edge of the bed. You move towards the closet and comeout holding one of my dresses, your favorite, one that shows my body offto tantalizing perfection, yet is somewhat demure at the same time. “I’mtaking you out tonite, love, for dinner and dancing, and after that. God whatan exquisite feeling, so warm and tight. I pushed on slowly,back and forth until I was balls deep. At this point Iordered her to jack off and let me know when she was closeto cumming, I was very close right then, so I stopped andjust savored that hot tight ass. Well it didn't take herlong and she said she was cumming so I ramped up my strokesand I rammed into that bitch as hard as I could, in and out,I loved seeing that tight bitch hole cling to my cock as asI pulled out for another.