QUADRICEPS AFLAME: Part 4 of 7.


"My heart says 'no,' but my loins say, 'Bring it AAAAWWWWWNNNN!'"

WEATHER: Sweet God, it is hot.

MILES: 0.

MILES THIS WEEK: 41.

WHERE TO: NOWHERE!

MOOD: Sweet God, I’m feeling hot.

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

A note to readers: Yes, there are several of you out there, but there are two of you in particular who made an attempt to raise me proper.  We all see how that turned out.  But out of deference to those two parental figures, whose opinions I care about greatly, I have painstakingly edited the below scene to make it more befitting of the way a lady should write.

So.


QUADRICEPS AFLAME!

Chapter 4: Poetry in Motion

Rod picked up Jessica and threw her onto the bed told Jessica that he would like to get to know her better.  The supper he had prepared so lovingly and with such care was, with this one animal respectful gesture, abandoned completely for the time being.

“Oh, Rod,” Jessica breathed.

He took one of her luscious breasts hands into his hand and felt its delicious weight.

“My dear Jessica,” he whispered.  “You are still a virgin, no?”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she said.  “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!  Woooooo.  Oh…”  She wiped a tear of laughter from her eye.  “Ohhhh, you are too much.”  She tittered.  “Virgin.”

He cocked his head and looked at her blankly.

“I mean….” she said, “Yes, of course I am!”

“Well, then,” he bit his lip with anticipation.  “May I proceed, then?”

She blinked her eyes wide.  “Proceed to do what?”

“Well, first,” he breathed, “I want to tear your clothes from your body using nothing but my teeth talk about your plans for the future, as well as mine, for you arouse within me such animal passions and such stirrings in my loins hopes for a long-term monogamous relationship, my succulent love goddess dearest treasure.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, licking her lips crossing her ankles primly.

“Then I want to coat your body in sensual oils and administer a four-hour-long massage until you feel the great pink flush of arousal talk about what a fulfilling relationship means for you.”

Jessica squirmed with lust the desire to seek the counsel of a good friend about this new and exciting potential life partner.

Rod continued with his glorious baritone voice: “Then I plan to fill your body with great shuddering waves of ecstasy such as you have never known before, nor will ever know again, my hot little strumpet. Actually, maybe courtship is a good idea.  Let’s call your parents sometime tonight so I can ask their permission to date their truly lovely daughter.”

Without any further warning, he tore off her clothes and then his own in two fluid motions recited the poetry of Rilke to her. Jessica was surprised but pleased.  He was clearly experienced in the ways of love, but the way he gazed at her womanhood made her understand that she was special falling in love for the very first time in his life, and wanted to take things at a measured and sensible pace.

Your body is a playground of erotic wonder Perhaps we can go to church together sometime,” Rod whispered.

OH, TAKE ME, YOU SWEATY BEAUTIFUL WELL-HUNG STALLION! Yes, I’d like that very much, thank you,” responded Jessica.

Rod inserted his turgid, molten member, and together as one, he and Jessica gyrated and clenched and moaned and rocked and bucked and pleaded and arched and stroked and pulsated and rode and groped and stroked and writhed and undulated then stood and burst into a truly stirring rendition of “Sweet Hour of Prayer.” After a good three minutes, he filled her with his seed and she gasped finished and she applauded. Truly he was a magnificent lover Christian gentleman, firm but tender.

When it was over, Rod raised an eyebrow naughtily.  “Shall we have another go of it? If all goes well, we can get married someday and have sober missionary sex once a week for the rest of our lives.”

Jessica and Rod proceeded to hump like a couple of chimps on blow until the wee hours of the morning eat a quiet supper, during which they discussed their favorite Michael Bay movies.

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3 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Molly on July 24, 2010 at 1:05 pm

    HAHAHAAHAAA!!!

    Reply

  2. Posted by Bear on August 2, 2010 at 4:32 pm

    L. O. L. I hate the expression “seed”…. ewwwww!!! heeheehee!!

    Reply

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