Road To Love

that reciprocating this way was fair play. We both stood there gazing at each other and taking in every nuance of our bodies. My penis rapidly inflated

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sometimes – often." She took one of my hands. She brough

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stroke back and forth through the female wetness saturating her slit. She had more of an idea of what she was

e leaned across the short distance between us and planted a kiss on my lips that would boil the ocean. I briefly fe

my hand, even pushed it back to the side of my body. She stooped and picked up our two t

t what had just happened in those fleeting two minutes. I went to my room, closed the door, and

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ccasional day would come when I wouldn't get out of bed. I lay there in the cot at my Dillon home staring at the ceiling and thinking of Karen – trying to will her back to life, as though I could

dy after a shower. I desperately needed a haircut. My eyes and face were gaunt; I had circles under

he kind of jobs that make you flabby and soft. A week before Karen had died,

ough about software development and websites to be more than appreciative about what I was doing at work; she'd eve

rate. During the eight years in Army Special Forces, I'd had a hard and muscular body. I resolved to get back

unds seemed like a strain to lift three-times-fifteen. I willed myself to improve every day. By the end of the first month, I could run two miles without stopping, and by the end of the third month I could knock off seven or eight or more miles nonstop, and I'd started pressing a hundred-