Passion, Joy, Desire... Let it Overflow

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Ok guys,...I don't knw if its lit and my tablet arguing, butmive tried to post this story three times, writing it back out each time, and lit keeps eating it aand/or logging me out.
So,.....we're allgoing to have to settle for it coming in chunks.
 
Ok guys,...I don't knw if its lit and my tablet arguing, butmive tried to post this story three times, writing it back out each time, and lit keeps eating it aand/or logging me out.
So,.....we're allgoing to have to settle for it coming in chunks.

Copy the text before you try and send the message then you can just paste it back :)

I've got no problem with you cumming in chunks though
 
nibbles and hunks

Some days , have minds of their own.

A biit of boring back story...

I have Averaged 2-3 very broken hours of sleep each night since Sunday last. So, currently, I am at a level just above "zombie".

I had to run errands today and, soon I wss falling asleep while driving. Not.Good.
 
Some days , have minds of their own.

A biit of boring back story...

I have Averaged 2-3 very broken hours of sleep each night since Sunday last. So, currently, I am at a level just above "zombie".

I had to run errands today and, soon I wss falling asleep while driving. Not.Good.

What are you doing to try and sleep better?

Oh I've done that, only at traffic lights though.
 
I snagged some tic tacs to help me stay awake while driving. This was logical because (a) I had a truck driver relative tell me that hard candy helped him stay awake on the long drives, and (b) I'm a mint addict. Complete and total.

I grabbed the BIG psck; the 200 count, to help me get through errands and back home, alive.
Just random FYI...I can go thorough 4 of those BIG packs a day. Easy.

Anyway, my hand-eye corridination is off. I am driving, moving around, trying to keep moving, eating tic tacs by 4's and 6's .

I park at a'convenience storeto get some ice to crunch on. My other vise.

As I move to pop a handfull of tic tacs in my mouth, I feel one slip. I "catch it between my wrist, and my lifted chin.
Something moves in my peripheral vision, but, i'm too tired to care what it is.
 
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Exhaustion pushing etiquette, proper behavior, decent behavior, and all other forms of "normal while in public" aside, I slide my forearm up my face until I get the tic tac into my mouth. Right about the same time,, the form in my peripheral vision comes into view.
Male.
..uniform.
Damn well filled out, tight because of the build, uniform.

..I almost choke on the tic tacs. And to my horror, there's a rap on my window.
 
As he positions himself squarely outside my window/door, I habitually glance at my odometer before I remember, " oh yah. I'm parked."
I check my seabelt while I'm rolling my window down, and think... You're parked you idiot!'

I know he saw the arm-face slide thing that resembed a toddler wiping his nose with his whole arm....

His chest/torso is inthe window and I think "Damn" very loudly as I roll down the window,

I look up at him, somewhat puzzeled.
"I just wanted to let you know that your skirt is closed in the door"
I look down. Sure enough, it's caught in the door.
Before I can react, he's helping me open the door.
 
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Before I can get my hormones, and embarrassment, under control, he is looming into the open doorway, leaning down, and getting the material of my skirt ot of the seam of the door.

I try so hard not breathe. Not to move. Not to think about the thoughts and mental images begging to be indulged.

Then I remember,...I should be helping!

I turn slightly, and reach down, retrieving material from him, saving my skirt from the door and the mud.

He's so close. I'm so tired all of my wants and tnoughts are barely under the surface.
I keep thinking, " Don't breathe. Don't move. Don't think. Don't breathe. Don't breathe in his. Scent. Don't. Don't you do it!'
Just about then our hands clipp one another and I flinch.
 
He pretends not to notice and hands me the last fold of material.

"There. That should do it.".

"Uh, Thank you."

Pause. Not awkward. I swear tjere was glimmer of a smile on his face.

Don't look at the blue eyes. Don't look at the blue eyes. I chant mentally.
" I like the green ones."

I stare at him blankly. He nods his head to ward the windhield. I turn to look and see the tic tacs I had all but thrown acress the car (at his approach) in the windshield on the passengers side.

I smile. " Me too. But they don't have them in the big packs ."
 
"Be careful driving out there. You won't want to repeat that arm guesture from earlier while driving. Keeping both hands on the wheel is safest."

..just when I thought I ws going to get away scott free...

Yes, Officer. Thank you- *I blush~ " for your help." I say waving a hand downward toward my skirt.

"You're welcome. Have a better day and drive safe."

...and...I forgot the best part... ugh.

Beforr I saw the hint of smile, and while he was still too close and I was trying not to think things, I must have made a sound,...because, he looked up at me, briefly.

I thought I was goi g to pass out from the blush. ( I have done that before... )

Anyway..there's the botched recounting of a part of my day today.
 
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