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A Gift on #BlackFriday in #Vegas

11/27/2015

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A GIFT
BLACK FRIDAY IN VEGAS

            Black Friday means nothing to me. All the fake Christians fighting for a space in line to light money on fire in a group ritual of gross excess makes me laugh. Oh, all the irony that you can muster in one day. Weren't we saying thanks yesterday for all that we have? Just kidding. That's the American joke. Irony on top of irony.

             I hear a knock at the door and decrease the volume on the stereo. Ray enters holding something behind his back and smiling. Tilting his head, he listens to the music for a few moments.

            "Isn't this song a bit cliche for you, my love?" 

            Ignoring his jab, I smile.

            "Do you have flowers for me?" I can't tell you how much I adore getting flowers. Especially roses. My turn to be cliche ironic. But, I don't give a damn. Roses are so pretty. 

            Shaking his head, I watch him take a seat next to me on the bed and wait for him to spring the surprise. 
            He places a book in my lap and moves closer to me. 

            "Take your shoes off, mister."

            Pulling off his shoes and pants and everything else, he reclines next to me, naked. Taking the book into my hands, I read the description on the back cover and the author bio. 

            "You bought me a naughty book. Now I know what you want from me, sir." I kiss his cheek and wink. 

            "As if I'd be after something different if I brought roses."

            At that moment, George enters the room with a cart containing breakfast, coffee, and a vase of roses. 
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            "You never forget the roses, Ray." 

            When George leaves, Ray lifts the sheets and rolls his body on mine. Parting my thighs with his hands, he pushes into me with sudden ferocity. His eyes stay with mine and I place my arms around his neck.

            "Roses and music and a book..." I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of him throttling my body. He lifts my legs and pounds against me, driving me into the mattress. 

            His breathing grows heavy and I know he will orgasm soon. Opening my eyes, I pull his body closer to me. "Make a baby in me."

            With a grunt, his body seizes and he spasms against me. Joy spreads through my veins, I love nothing more than these moments with him and imagine that this very second he is putting a baby in my womb.

            Panting, he collapses on top of me and I rub his back, whispering into his ears. "I hear we have to do this a lot to make a baby. A real lot."

            "We have all day. Black Friday means nothing to us."

            The idea warms my heart, but a thought flutters in my mind. Not all day, my love. Tonight, on this American holiday called Black Friday, there will be a trial. 
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Shelby Kent-Stewart link
11/27/2015 12:09:20 pm

How amazing is this? And in such a hot installment too. Friend and mentor, you're the best! Thank you.

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