Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
It’s one of the reasons I instigate one of these little run-ins every so often. I’m trying to see when this shit would end. I know it damn sure better because the shit’s starting to fuck with my sex life and that is not allowed.
I knocked around in my kitchen to make a cup of coffee, all the while berating her under my breath. Until she came here a couple months ago, my life was damn near perfect.
I had a really good thing going in the small town I’d moved to after giving up life in the rat race to follow my dream of becoming a fireman.
It’s not much, and not at all what my old man had wanted for his only son, but after I’d left my mark on the business world the way he wanted, I decided it was time to live for myself.
The only thing I brought with me in the move was my love of pussy. As an unattached single man who have no intentions on changing that shit anytime soon, I see nothing wrong with enjoying the fruits of the flesh.
I’d been a bit skeptical that I’d find as much fare, or the same caliber as I am used to once moving to the small town, but I needn’t have worried. There was more than enough to be had, and I hadn’t had to sacrifice my taste either.
There was no shortage of women willing to share my bed for a night or a month if need be, after which I was free to move on to the next thing that caught my interest.
For the six years I’ve been here that’s pretty much how things have gone and I had no complaints. Being a fireman was everything I’d dreamt it would be since I was a very young boy who fell in love on my first visit to a firehouse.
I work with a fine group of men and women who’ve become my family. The people of the small town have accepted me as one of their own without too much hassle and I’d grown to love the place and can’t imagine living anywhere else.
Since our town is so small and not given to many fires, we usually help out the neighboring cities when needed and on more than one occasion has had to travel cross country to help put out wild fires.
All in all it was perfect and I never regretted the move, not once, until lately. Well I don’t exactly regret coming here, that’s going a bit too far. But things have changed a lot in the last few weeks.
Like I said, all was going well until she moved in next door. I’d known her aunt who’d been sick the last few years before passing away, but had never seen this one until months after the old lady had passed.
There was a lot of gossip before then about what was going to become of the house. Who was going to buy it if it went on the market, and would they preserve the place with the same integrity old Ms. Nell had.
The place was one of the oldest and most well loved in the area and all the town’s people had a vested interest. I’m sure it would’ve gone for a pretty penny had it gone on the market.
Most people think that small town living is cheap, but when it comes to real estate they’d be wrong. A home like hers and mine, built over a hundred and fifty years ago or earlier and kept up over the years, still goes for a hefty sum.
Add the fact that we’re not far from one of the more cosmopolitan southern cities and the price goes up another few notches. I’d never heard the old woman talk of family the few times we spoke, so imagine my surprise when this niece moved in.
I saw her for the first time a few days after she moved in, when she came by to introduce herself. That’s where the shit started. I opened the door, took one look at her, and all hell broke loose inside.
Her smell hit me first, a straight shot right to the gut and a little lower. I couldn’t put my finger on the exact scent but it was a cross between flowers and something sweet, edible. Then my eyes fell on her lips for no damn reason at all and my shit started knocking against my zipper.
She has the pinkest lips I’ve ever seen. Pale, soft and the shape... She has one of those mouths that makes a man think of stuffing his dick past those shits and throat fucking her to orgasm. I was not prepared for that shit and still isn’t to this day, weeks later.
And then there were her eyes; wide, brown and the purest whites, with long lashes that reminds me of a cartoon pinup. I saw all that before my eyes made their way down her body, but by then it was too late, the damage was already done.