| Straight: Fantasy/Demon/Gothic: The Portal (4/13) |
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to the biggest man I’d yet seen, at least eight feet tall. "You're welcome, but be more careful in the future," he said, preparing to walk away. I am usually a good judge of character, so I was not about to let this man get away without asking for a little help. "Excuse me sir, but could you help me further? I seem to be lost." Before I knew it I was explaining what had happened to me. He became quite interested in my story, then invited me to join him for a bite to eat at his place, I knew that I would have to find somewhere soon, so I agreed. As we walked he told me his name was Garreth, I told him mine and we exchanged life stories. By the time we reached his abode, I knew that he had just gone to market selling fruit, and that he possessed his own orchard. He’d been staring at me most of the time we walked, so I asked if there was anything wrong. "I'm sorry, it’s just that you are the smallest woman I have ever seen," he said, taking in every inch of my body with his eyes. For the first time that day I had noticed the man I was talking to, really noticed I mean. He was quite handsome in a rugged kind of way, with strong shoulders and big hands. I could also tell that his torso was quite big, but couldn't see it, for he wore a long coat that covered most of his body. Once inside his home he took the coat off, placing it on the hook next to the door, and then invited me in. It was quite a big place, with large open areas, and furniture that looked big enough to sleep on. "Would you like a cold drink, Cathy?" he asked, using my name for the first time. "Yes please, I would." It was when he returned that I saw the bulge in his trousers. I didn't know, but I could swear there was more than one. Trying not to stare, I told him his place was nice. "Thank you, it was left to me by an uncle." The drink he gave me had a distinct alcoholic taste to it, one that I couldn't identify. It was nice, however. As the night wore on his drinks started to tell on me, and I had to refuse a fifth drink. I always knew when I'd had enough. He was sitting next to me now. I caught him looking down my top, but having my inhibitions washed away by the alcohol I didn't mind; in fact I found it very flattering. Looking down I could again see that bulge I had witnessed earlier, and this time I saw movement from two different places in the crotch area…it must be the drink, I thought. "May I kiss you?" he suddenly asked. At first I was taken aback by this request, because apart from his inspection of my body earlier, he had shown no sign of interest in me in that way. "Yes, you can," I said, surprising myself. He stooped over and kissed my lips tenderly, surprising me further by gently placing a hand on the side of my face in order to guide his mouth |
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Well done
