Post by Mousiemus Prime on Sept 19, 2007 19:44:02 GMT -5
Life as the owner, manager and bartender at an Inn is rather slow and boring at times. I've decided this after careful deliberation. I wake up, shower, dress and go to work. When work is over...I go to my room, change, relax and then sleep. The next day the whole cycle starts all over for me. On Sundays I do Inventory and every month I have to check the ledger and counter the cash drawers to insure no one is stealing from me. It's a pretty uniform life, I'd say.
I do suppose, however, that at one point in our lives something is thrown into the machine that might shake things up a little. I, for one, and grateful for said thrown object. It has brought me a more interesting way of life. Though, I think that calling Devon a thing is rather rude. For if he was a thing that could be truly owned, that man would never leave my bedroom. He is too good to let go, in everyway one could possibly think.
However, I don't think some of those things would be appropriate to share, as that is something I would like to keep to myself. What happens between the two of us behind the closed and locked doors of my room shall stay between us. As I feel that is something I feel privilaged to expierence. Besides, I don't kiss and tell. However, I am sure anyone that reads this would catch my meanings behind all prior statements.
Back to what I was saying before, as that is what I originally set out to discuss. The day I met one Devon, or D., Heise started out like every other uniform and bland day. I woke up, showered and went to work. I had been in the back room switching out the laundry when I heard the desk bell. So, what else would I do than go and meet the costomer.
Now, any girl that had laid eyes on this man would have instantly decided to talk and get to know him a little better. He's practically god-like in appearence, I can't help myself. So, after chatting, drinking and an all around basic night we parted. I must say that the dreams that night were simply amazing. Naughty, but amazing nonetheless.
What happens a day or so later? I meet him again. What a helpful man he is too! Helps me get most of the shopping done. However, it was at the time I had gotten my usual strawberry cheescake that changed a simple tease and be teased moment into a tease and make-out moment. For as soon as we started to eat the fan girls arrive.
I hate little fourteen year olds who strut about in skimpy outfits and fling themselves at grown men. They are adults, and the fact that the girls are still children would repulse most of them. However, I'd have to say there is probably that small precentage of men who just want an easy lay. Though, personally, I find that simply revolting.
Anyways, alls well that ends well I do suppose should be my new saying. Because the posse arriving provoked me and Devon to begin a most delightfil, and thoroughly enjoyable, make out session. Which then lead to use returnign to the inn for a little fun.
Now, the fact that might make me seem relatively easy just struck me. I hardly knew the guy and already brought him to my room? Well, whatever, it ended well as I would consider myself his girlfriend. He does have a tendency to refer to me as 'His girl' so that means jsut that. I am his girlfriend, correct?
I do suppose, however, that at one point in our lives something is thrown into the machine that might shake things up a little. I, for one, and grateful for said thrown object. It has brought me a more interesting way of life. Though, I think that calling Devon a thing is rather rude. For if he was a thing that could be truly owned, that man would never leave my bedroom. He is too good to let go, in everyway one could possibly think.
However, I don't think some of those things would be appropriate to share, as that is something I would like to keep to myself. What happens between the two of us behind the closed and locked doors of my room shall stay between us. As I feel that is something I feel privilaged to expierence. Besides, I don't kiss and tell. However, I am sure anyone that reads this would catch my meanings behind all prior statements.
Back to what I was saying before, as that is what I originally set out to discuss. The day I met one Devon, or D., Heise started out like every other uniform and bland day. I woke up, showered and went to work. I had been in the back room switching out the laundry when I heard the desk bell. So, what else would I do than go and meet the costomer.
Now, any girl that had laid eyes on this man would have instantly decided to talk and get to know him a little better. He's practically god-like in appearence, I can't help myself. So, after chatting, drinking and an all around basic night we parted. I must say that the dreams that night were simply amazing. Naughty, but amazing nonetheless.
What happens a day or so later? I meet him again. What a helpful man he is too! Helps me get most of the shopping done. However, it was at the time I had gotten my usual strawberry cheescake that changed a simple tease and be teased moment into a tease and make-out moment. For as soon as we started to eat the fan girls arrive.
I hate little fourteen year olds who strut about in skimpy outfits and fling themselves at grown men. They are adults, and the fact that the girls are still children would repulse most of them. However, I'd have to say there is probably that small precentage of men who just want an easy lay. Though, personally, I find that simply revolting.
Anyways, alls well that ends well I do suppose should be my new saying. Because the posse arriving provoked me and Devon to begin a most delightfil, and thoroughly enjoyable, make out session. Which then lead to use returnign to the inn for a little fun.
Now, the fact that might make me seem relatively easy just struck me. I hardly knew the guy and already brought him to my room? Well, whatever, it ended well as I would consider myself his girlfriend. He does have a tendency to refer to me as 'His girl' so that means jsut that. I am his girlfriend, correct?
