Stories are stories ... and as I see this --- its a story that has occurred in one's mind. Stories in one's mind are fine and bring quality alone time. As a runner one does not smoke like the first lady - there are other problem areas but hell Johnny you have a bunch of people in a bunch.
Dude, I know plenty of people who are in shape & run often & exercise often but smoke so I don't think jon is lying. If anything, you're just mad because you can't get this type of action in your useless life.
Chris trust you fit your image thus follow you peter to fat land. Smoke that little boy. Yes Johnny how's Victoria?
Okay, I haven't had much time to update, been busy at work, but I'll try to fit this in quick; I saw Victoria on Wednesday morning (apparently she did not get back till late Tuesday night). She was on her cell phone when I ran into her downstairs. She waved to me as she spoke then she continued doing what she was doing (she always seems to know how to dress to promote her statuesque body). She had a pair of tight low cut jeans shaping the sweetest ass one could imagine. I came up from behind her and grabbed her and picked her up all while she was still on the phone (I felt this rush of warmth overtake my body as her feminine presence molded into my masculinity) But she gave me the motion that the call she was on was important, and whispered to me that she would have to talk with me later as she quickly kissed me. So then she went upstairs into her place and I kinda whispered to her that I would call her later... ...So Thursday comes and nearly goes when I get a call from her. She begins by telling me about her vacation and all the food she ate and bull shit and that she was dissapointed in the amount of fatty foods she consumed. I told her that I was going to be busy the next few days and that I had to go out of town on business. I said that I needed to see her before I left to quench this increasing thirst I had for her. I would be leaving Friday morning and would not be back till Monday. She told me that she wasn't around, she was over her sister's place so she would have to see me when I got back from my trip (damnit!)... ...Friday morning I'm loading up my car with luggage finalizing my plans and before I left, I looked up at her place, and then I had this idea! I went over to our gated entrance we have at our community (they have these lush bushes of flowers and landscape). So I picked a huge handful of the most brilliant colored ones I could see along with some scented gardenias and went back over to her place. I put the flowers in pot I had in the garage and filled it with water. Then I went up her stairs and placed them at the foot of her door along with an envelope. Inside the envelope I had written her a short letter telling her to meet me where I would be out of town. I left some money and a Nordstrom gift card (I had won this card a while back and thought she could probably use it more so than I). I told her in the note to pick out a nice evening dress with the Nordstrom card and with the money to either use it for gas or for female beautification products. I left her a map of where I would be and told her to meet me Saturday at 6p at this restaurant/hotel I would be staying at. I would meet her at the lounge... ...So here I am; I have not heard from her, but I am hoping she will muster the effort enough to come meet me at 6p later today. I am about a 5hour drive from where she is... I must go.
While it is weird that he hasn't fucked her yet, it is still fun reading what he writes so hopefully within the next few posts he'll have boinked that ass.