Passion, Joy, Desire... Let it Overflow

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Just as well as we come into holiday season expect it's all hands on deck.

Pretty much. And, if we don't meet our hiring quota by the end of the month, I'll be working overtime until January. Which, I definitely won't mind!

Oh, and Black Friday, yeah, I think that'll be a 14 hour day for me.
 
Pretty much. And, if we don't meet our hiring quota by the end of the month, I'll be working overtime until January. Which, I definitely won't mind!

Oh, and Black Friday, yeah, I think that'll be a 14 hour day for me.

Be rolling in money :)

That's the bargains galore one isn't it? Well in theory at least. One after thanksgiving?
 
A snippet of a fantasy, I'm thinking about making it into a story. Opinions?

As my eyes drifted shut, I could see us in your truck. It was a warm day, sun shining and a slight breeze. The windows were down about 1/3 of the way, letting the smells of the countryside wander in and out. You were driving; I was sitting next to you. We were heading down a county highway, not really sure where we were going. I was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a simple white tank top. You were in a t-shirt and shorts. My head was resting on your shoulder, my eyes closed, my hair blowing around a bit. I wasn’t sleeping, just relaxed and comfortable. Your hand was resting on my thigh, gently squeezing every now and then.

I felt the truck slow down, and your hand leave my thigh. A slight cold chill as the warmth of your touch moved away from my exposed skin. I opened my eyes and lifted my head to see what was going on, and realized we were turning onto a side road. I didn’t ask where we were going, as I trusted you to take us wherever you had planned.

I settled back in beside you, my head returning to your shoulder, your hand returning to my thigh. Soft, gentle squeezes, not overtly sexual, just a gentle touch to let me know you’re still there. You pull your hand away again, and turn onto a dirt road, hidden among the tree line. I look up at you, and see a smirk cross your lips.

You pull off to the side of the road, and shut off your pickup. You look back at me, that smirk still present. Without a word, you lean down a bit, and kiss me. A soft, gentle kiss at first, your hands in my hair, pulling me into you. As the kiss begins to deepen, you push me back onto the seat and lie on top of me. I feel your arousal pressing into me, and I let out a little giggle as I ask, “Right here, right now?” You don’t answer me with words; instead you kiss me again, this time much harder as your hands begin to wander over my body.

They find the bottom of my shirt, and begin to push it up. Once my bra is exposed, you pull it down, exposing my breasts and release from the kiss. Your mouth moves to the exposed nipples, and you begin kissing, licking, and nibbling on them. My hands move to the back of your shirt, and I begin to pull it up over your head, and you break the attention to my breasts long enough to let me pull your shirt off, and to take my shirt and bra off.
 
A snippet of a fantasy, I'm thinking about making it into a story. Opinions?

As my eyes drifted shut, I could see us in your truck. It was a warm day, sun shining and a slight breeze. The windows were down about 1/3 of the way, letting the smells of the countryside wander in and out. You were driving; I was sitting next to you. We were heading down a county highway, not really sure where we were going. I was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a simple white tank top. You were in a t-shirt and shorts. My head was resting on your shoulder, my eyes closed, my hair blowing around a bit. I wasn’t sleeping, just relaxed and comfortable. Your hand was resting on my thigh, gently squeezing every now and then.

I felt the truck slow down, and your hand leave my thigh. A slight cold chill as the warmth of your touch moved away from my exposed skin. I opened my eyes and lifted my head to see what was going on, and realized we were turning onto a side road. I didn’t ask where we were going, as I trusted you to take us wherever you had planned.

I settled back in beside you, my head returning to your shoulder, your hand returning to my thigh. Soft, gentle squeezes, not overtly sexual, just a gentle touch to let me know you’re still there. You pull your hand away again, and turn onto a dirt road, hidden among the tree line. I look up at you, and see a smirk cross your lips.

You pull off to the side of the road, and shut off your pickup. You look back at me, that smirk still present. Without a word, you lean down a bit, and kiss me. A soft, gentle kiss at first, your hands in my hair, pulling me into you. As the kiss begins to deepen, you push me back onto the seat and lie on top of me. I feel your arousal pressing into me, and I let out a little giggle as I ask, “Right here, right now?” You don’t answer me with words; instead you kiss me again, this time much harder as your hands begin to wander over my body.

They find the bottom of my shirt, and begin to push it up. Once my bra is exposed, you pull it down, exposing my breasts and release from the kiss. Your mouth moves to the exposed nipples, and you begin kissing, licking, and nibbling on them. My hands move to the back of your shirt, and I begin to pull it up over your head, and you break the attention to my breasts long enough to let me pull your shirt off, and to take my shirt and bra off.
Very good want to read the rest of it!
 
Oh you tease! You should write more and more and then maybe some more. :)

I have to be in a certain mood to write. I also have to write it all down in a notebook. Something about the way the pen glides over the paper helps me keep my train of thought. Maybe the click of the keys on a keyboard distracts me? I don't know, but that's how I have to write.
 
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