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Chapter One
North
A lone in the shower , there’s only one thing on my mind.
Rosie McClaire.
I stroke my cock, my eyes closed as water runs in rivulets over my solid chest, the one covered in tattoos. Remembering Rosie, imagining her on her knees, sucking me off right now. Her deep brown eyes gazing up at me while her mouth is full of my stiff cock.
I pump my hand faster, the ten inches of solid wood preparing for a massive release.
Fuck, I wish Rosie and I had become something back then, that things had ended differently.
That I had the girl. The only girl I ever wanted.
Instead, I was loyal to my father––to a fault. I skipped town with him when he needed to run from the people he owed money.
We left in the middle of the night, the middle of my senior year; I ended up in rural Alaska.
And now all I have to hold onto are the threadbare memories of Rosie. They are fucking precious, though. I remember her sincere laugh, the way her skin was so soft when it brushed against mine.
I move my hand faster, thinking of her perky tits bouncing as she licks my balls, as she rolls her tongue over the tip of my cock. All the filthy things I have been imaging doing with her for ten fucking years.
I groan in pleasure as I finish. My cock shooting ribbons of cum across the shower.
God, I wish it had been Rosie sucking me off, but the memory of her will have to do.
Still, tonight is the ten-year reunion.
The one I swore I’d never go to. I don’t do that bullshit. But damn, I’ll go if it means seeing Rosie again.
Because the memory of the girl who stole my heart at the tender age of seventeen is not enough. I need more of her. I need everything. It was love at first fucking sight … and I am ready to see this through.
After years of running with my dad, he died in a boating accident. I cut my losses, moved to the Olympic National Forest––an hours drive from where Rosie and I went to high school and began building my cabin. If I was going to pursue Rosie I needed a home, a career––something to offer the woman I wanted for my wife.
After I finished my cabin, I started my custom carpentry business. Now I make furniture for private clients. Finally, ten years after I left town, I am respectable enough to go after the woman who deserves everything.
I just hope to God she remembers me … wants me ... because hell, I need her.
And I will fight anyone to get a chance with her.
Stepping out of the shower, I pull on dark denim jeans, button a flannel shirt over my broad chest, run my hands through my wet hair and then head outside.
Charlie, my chocolate lab, and my best friend, is refusing to get up from the front porch, he’s listless, and I try and coax him with some food, but he isn’t having any of it. Frowning at his unusual behavior, I think I ought to call the vet.
I stand outside with a mug of dark roast coffee in my hand. The forest air is crisp and clean. Pure. Untainted. The holiest place on earth.
A real man knows the woods like the back of his hand, and being out here, loving this land, is more than fitting an image.
Fuck those lumbersexuals.
A beard, a few tattoos, and a hipster haircut does not make you a real man.
A real man is made by taking charge of your own destiny, by giving the proverbial middle finger to all the constraints that hold the rest of the male population back.
After spending years in the woods, I’ve memorized the forest, every goddamn detail of the place in which I live. I put my roots down here, not that it took much. I made this place my home, and I’ll never leave.
I just need Rosie here with me. And tonight-- I won’t let anything get in my fucking way of making that a reality.
Chapter Two
Rosie
I honestly don’t think this day could be any more obnoxious than it currently is.
I’d like to slap my best friend Katie for convincing me this was a good idea. Coming home for a ten-year high school reunion is just a bad idea all around. It’s not like any of us
North
A lone in the shower , there’s only one thing on my mind.
Rosie McClaire.
I stroke my cock, my eyes closed as water runs in rivulets over my solid chest, the one covered in tattoos. Remembering Rosie, imagining her on her knees, sucking me off right now. Her deep brown eyes gazing up at me while her mouth is full of my stiff cock.
I pump my hand faster, the ten inches of solid wood preparing for a massive release.
Fuck, I wish Rosie and I had become something back then, that things had ended differently.
That I had the girl. The only girl I ever wanted.
Instead, I was loyal to my father––to a fault. I skipped town with him when he needed to run from the people he owed money.
We left in the middle of the night, the middle of my senior year; I ended up in rural Alaska.
And now all I have to hold onto are the threadbare memories of Rosie. They are fucking precious, though. I remember her sincere laugh, the way her skin was so soft when it brushed against mine.
I move my hand faster, thinking of her perky tits bouncing as she licks my balls, as she rolls her tongue over the tip of my cock. All the filthy things I have been imaging doing with her for ten fucking years.
I groan in pleasure as I finish. My cock shooting ribbons of cum across the shower.
God, I wish it had been Rosie sucking me off, but the memory of her will have to do.
Still, tonight is the ten-year reunion.
The one I swore I’d never go to. I don’t do that bullshit. But damn, I’ll go if it means seeing Rosie again.
Because the memory of the girl who stole my heart at the tender age of seventeen is not enough. I need more of her. I need everything. It was love at first fucking sight … and I am ready to see this through.
After years of running with my dad, he died in a boating accident. I cut my losses, moved to the Olympic National Forest––an hours drive from where Rosie and I went to high school and began building my cabin. If I was going to pursue Rosie I needed a home, a career––something to offer the woman I wanted for my wife.
After I finished my cabin, I started my custom carpentry business. Now I make furniture for private clients. Finally, ten years after I left town, I am respectable enough to go after the woman who deserves everything.
I just hope to God she remembers me … wants me ... because hell, I need her.
And I will fight anyone to get a chance with her.
Stepping out of the shower, I pull on dark denim jeans, button a flannel shirt over my broad chest, run my hands through my wet hair and then head outside.
Charlie, my chocolate lab, and my best friend, is refusing to get up from the front porch, he’s listless, and I try and coax him with some food, but he isn’t having any of it. Frowning at his unusual behavior, I think I ought to call the vet.
I stand outside with a mug of dark roast coffee in my hand. The forest air is crisp and clean. Pure. Untainted. The holiest place on earth.
A real man knows the woods like the back of his hand, and being out here, loving this land, is more than fitting an image.
Fuck those lumbersexuals.
A beard, a few tattoos, and a hipster haircut does not make you a real man.
A real man is made by taking charge of your own destiny, by giving the proverbial middle finger to all the constraints that hold the rest of the male population back.
After spending years in the woods, I’ve memorized the forest, every goddamn detail of the place in which I live. I put my roots down here, not that it took much. I made this place my home, and I’ll never leave.
I just need Rosie here with me. And tonight-- I won’t let anything get in my fucking way of making that a reality.
Chapter Two
Rosie
I honestly don’t think this day could be any more obnoxious than it currently is.
I’d like to slap my best friend Katie for convincing me this was a good idea. Coming home for a ten-year high school reunion is just a bad idea all around. It’s not like any of us
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