martin ivison >>
white male, blue eyes, brown hair
82 kg, 181cm
with two children
a scattered family >>
a former life in music >>
a fondness for alphabet soup >>
and continuing aspirations



20101012, Punalu'u Black Sand Beach, Hawai'i


"Now spread 'em, nice and easy," he commanded.
"April, no", Dwayne stammered, but was ground down again.
Herod now got up and sidled over to her. "You don't want to see me get impatient. Trust me on that, yeah?"
She realized there was no point. She stared at him and forced her face into a grin, and simply moved her legs apart.
"Woah ... the way you move, baby, I wouldn't be surprised to find some balls down there."
"Yeah, you suck on 'em, gŁey", she whispered to herself.
"So, .... let's sample." Rod lowered himself on his knee in front of her and, with a sense for ceremony, gently lifted the hem of her skirt. He closed his eyes, pushed his nose forward, and like a connoisseur preparing to taste an old wine inhaled deeply with flaring nostrils, mouth closed. He held the air three or four seconds to warm it, and give the device a chance to get a good reading, then he noisily released. "Hm" he said. "Good year ..."
(from The Club of Santiago)



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