Friday, April 11, 2008

How Don Famlis Found Love:


[Taking everything into account which has occurred since, you could say Don Famlis never expected to meet his first love in the way he did, and you'd be right.

(He'd thought to himself, "Sometimes, you need to get out of town in order to find such things.")

Being wise for his age, Donald, had acquired a thoughtful, but somewhat precocious attitude towards life. At 17, his hormones were everything; a raging tide of sex, overflowing the banks.

Along the East River, there were many to be found who held the same thoughts; the same nocturnal dreams, unfolding in a darkness of trails and trees. If his Elders, living on the Island, could see him now, they'd spy a young man, in a dark blue raincoat, and knee-patched pants, walking slowly along the River's edge; a glance, left and right, futility's companion.

Just before reaching a street-gate, his eyes fell upon a young woman, hid beneath the tall oaks, amongst leaf and moss, naked as the day she'd been born.

He actually rubbed his eyes in disbelief, as if some Devil had heard of his destination to the brothel, and provided his shameless needs, free of further walking; free of charge.

The woman, he could see, was sleeping, and maybe not much more older than he. Her breasts were fully grown; small, pert, nipples, just asking to be tweaked and pinched and sucked on.

In his dazed, and excited, condition, Don Famlis found himself quietly moving toward this sleeping beauty, buttoning up the front of his raincoat, thereby, shielding his now growing erection. His confidence, ever quickening, told him, the tent in his pants were the next battlement he would let her breach.

To be continued....]

"What!," she cried, "You're not going to tell me more..."

"Not tonight," I replied, giving her bare bottom a hearty smack, "I think I want a little of you, tonight, also. The Woman beneath the Tree can wait....she's already fast asleep."

xx,Pamfilo




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