Reading them made me feel really good, but that’s not what I wanted to tell you.”“Okay, sorry for interrupting. Continue,” Jim said with a sli...htly patronizing tone.“I just published my ninety-ninth story.”Jim registered a look of surprise. “You’re telling me that you’ve had one hundred stories published on that site of yours? That’s amazing.”“Well, not yet. The next story gets me to the one hundred mark. I need to come up with a really good idea for my one hundredth. I want it to be. I am moved to the edge of the bed then penetrated again. Some one is fucking me so hard that my whole body jerks with the momentum. I close my eyes tight as the feeling of penetration rides up my spine like a golden amber wave. Flickers of light and memories s**tter across my eyes. Hands run through my hair again, and a cock rubs against my mouth. My lips part of their own volition and the warm hazy smell of a human being in close proximity to my face overwhelmes my senses. I hear voices but. Toothbrush! I replied with a grin. In unison, they looked at each other and grinned. Well, lets get cookin, I said, and headed out the back door to fire up the gas grill. Kaitlin brought me something for you to sip while you cook, which turned out to be a 7&7. She lightly brushed against me while setting it down. It was getting a little cool, and her nipples were standing proud, poking through the thin cloth of her black tank top. I extended my right arm out and Kaitlin stepped closer, and we. Raising her wine glass to me, Felicity speaks once again over the bustle of the city below. "To five years of us," she smiles, her ring reflecting the sparkle below, and I repeat: "Five wonderful years." The glasses chime, and the last of the wine makes its way down our throats. Gathering up the glasses, and the remains of our pastry dessert, we begin our descent into the warmly lit streets of Montmartre arm in arm. All the way back to our hotel, we talk excitedly of the next few days: the.