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My name is Marcus Veovin. When I turned thirty, I think I may have experienced something akin to a midlife crisis. I know that age is only a number, but when I looked back on everything I had accomplished and came to the realization that I had really done nothing with my life up to that point, I think I went into panic mode and knew I had to get myself in gear.Okay, so maybe I’m being a little dramatic. I’m not trying to sound like I’m pitying myself and asking for attention or anything of the sort. Yes, I had done some noteworthy things in my three decades of existence and had shared some truly memorable times with loved ones. My family had always treated me well growing up, and the friends I had had throughout the years were top quality. I’ve even had pets – mostly cats – that meant more to me than most people because they had always been more loyal. But of everyone who made a permanent mark in my life, I would have to say that the women I have been with will always resonate with me as being the utmost best.I love my family, I love my friends, and I love my faithful animal companions…but the love I have for the women I’ve met throughout my time goes beyond the passion I have for all others. I’ve been a truly lucky man when it comes to the females who have been a part of my life.That probably sounds ironic since I’ve been a loner on the road for quite some time. I’m sure that the people who listen to me find me daft that there have been some truly special ladies I have chronicled memoirs in the back of my head of, yet I’m still alone and move from place to place by myself. Well, that love I have for those women is the reason I am alone…because I could never bring myself to place any of them in jeopardy.I could go on in my own inimitable style for hours on end and talk about all the fascinating females who have played a role in my life. I could weave a tale about the first time I was ever touched in an “impure” manner, or about the time I lost my virginity to my sexy Creative Writing instructor during my final year in school. I could talk about all the women I’ve met in my adventures in between then and now, and I’m sure most people would be scratching their heads and wondering why I would bother to reminiscence instead of finding my way back to one of them so I could be married, have two or three kids, and live happily ever after. I’m sure anyone who bothers listening to me would question why I choose to ramble about them instead of finding joy with one of them. To the naysayers, my answer is simple:I stay away from them because I do in fact love them.My life isn’t one of simplicity. I don’t arise every morning to head off for a nine-to-five job like regular folks. I don’t wake up to the sound of an annoying alarm so I can sit up, get dressed, have breakfast, and head out the door. I don’t have that simple luxury.I know most regular folks hate their jobs and would rather be doing anything other than their given occupation, and I can totally understand that. At one time in my life, I would’ve completely agreed with that assessment and probably would’ve stood proudly beside the other ninety-nine point nine percent who loathed traipsing off to their day jobs. Nobody wants to spend one-third of their lifetime doing something they hate…myself included.However, after some events that befell me in my early twenties, I witnessed with my very eyes that the world isn’t all gumdrops and rainbows. Our parents, teachers, and other loved ones try to tell us that very thing while growing up in order to make us look forward to adulthood, but if I had to guess, I think they only do so to soften the blow. Nothing in life is ever truly easy, but after I went off with a mysterious trio I’d rather not talk about in order to learn more about myself for a couple of years…well, let’s just say that I didn’t necessarily enjoy what I beheld. For almost an entire year of my life afterward, I saw a psychiatrist who did her utmost best to help me push those prior two years out of my mind, and while it was successful for a time, recollections of all the twisted things I had seen and learned returned to me…and I found that the best way to be rid of them was to run from them. I did so by running into the arms of a wonderful woman named Eve.For two years, I found true happiness with my beautiful angel. She was everything I could’ve ever asked for in a woman, and I was convinced that with her by my side, I would finally find my happy ending. I was ready to experience true bliss in her loving embrace.And then the night terrors started.My mind was bombarded on a nightly basis by the post-traumatic stress of the time spent with the enigmatic trio who had ironically been doing their best to help me, but instead revealed horrors to me that no person should ever have to deal with. I feel like a big baby when talking about it because everything they showed me was not only very real, but a fact of life that they dealt with on a daily basis. They were trying to prepare me for things to come that will one day ravage the entire world, but I chose to remain blind to the truth. I wanted to stay blissfully ignorant to the atrocities that await our world.Wow. What an incorrigible way to begin a story. I’m sure most people would’ve stopped listening a long time ago, but in order to put a brighter spin on things, let me detail the last few years of my life leading up to my thirtieth birthday.Eve was everything a guy could ask for in a woman, and when the nocturnal terrors started, I would wake up kicking and thrashing violently in the middle of the night. My biggest fear was of hurting Eve, so I packed my bags and left her. She had told me that we could work through my misgivings together, and had I remained with her, maybe we could’ve discovered a way. However, I was deathly afraid of bringing her bodily harm, and that wonderful woman didn’t deserve to deal with my baggage.I climbed into my black pickup and drove until I ended up out in the middle of nowhere. A lot happened to me after my vehicle broke down near a small farmstead secluded in a large forest, but that’s certainly another story in its own right. It’s what happened afterward that I’d really like to focus on.With nowhere to go and no home to call my own, I continued to drive around seeking out odd jobs here and there in order to pay for gas and food. I would sometimes splurge on lodging in old, ratty motels, but more often than not, I slept in my truck. My back learned to cope with the discomfort, Sex hikayeleri and when the weather cooperated, I would sometimes pull off the highway and find a place to camp for a night…and by camp, I mean I would catch what Z’s I could on an old sleeping bag laid out on uneven ground.While traveling to nowhere in particular, I ended up near my hometown…and realized I was in an area I hadn’t been near in almost a decade. I had gone to school with a lovely girl named Cassandra, and as fate would have it, I was practically at her family’s doorstep.Cassie’s house sat on the outskirts of town and was a fun place to hang out at when I was younger. I could go into quite a few fond memories I had of her family’s estate, but once again, that’s a story for another time. Suffice it to say, I ended up taking a chance and decided to make a stop at her place…and found that she was still living there and owned it after the passing of her parents.Even though her folks had been gone for a few years, I showed my respects and decided to settle down with my old friend for a few months. After the initial shock of her parents’ passing, I was able to make myself comfortable as the two of us became reacquainted with one another. We shared some memories and did some catching up, and after a month of making up for lost time, the two of us made love for the first time. It was truly miraculous.Cassie was a doll and I would’ve loved nothing more than to stay there with her until the end of time, but a letter arrived one day addressed to me…and it was from someone I didn’t want to hear from. As with Eve, my time with Cassandra was cut short and wasn’t allowed to blossom into what could have been. Once again, I found myself on the road and fleeing from something I desperately wanted and needed in order to save someone I loved from a fate worse than death.I was constantly running in fear. My past was catching up with me, and instead of confronting it head-on, I continuously remained on the move. Before labeling me weak, I should point out that encountering this faceless phantom one-on-one was an impossibility, and all I could truly hope to do was keep my distance from my loved ones so they weren’t hurt because of me.Fear is funny like that: Oftentimes, we can’t see it, we can’t hear it, we can’t encounter it, and we certainly can’t understand it…but we still know it’s there. We’re usually nothing more than hapless victims to the sickening hold its featureless tendrils have on us, and the vestiges left in its wake are never enough to prove that anything untoward even took place. That overwhelming enmity projected by my past had a way of keeping me from what I wanted most in life.My days were spent journeying all across the continent with thoughts of Eve, Cassie, and the other loves of my life dancing through my gray matter. My eyes remained fixated on the highways and gravel roads before me, and I don’t feel like less of a man for admitting that there were times I literally broke down and cried while thinking about my past loves. I missed all of those women dearly, and I don’t care if it sounds weird, but I loved all of them so very much. If there was a god in the heavens above listening to me, I wished he could grant me a miracle in the form of seeing my lovely ladies again without having to fear for their safety. I wished the troubles of the world could somehow mystically dissipate so I wouldn’t have to fear being near them again. I wished I could go back to that time before I turned twenty-two when things were still somewhat normal…Wow again. What a downward spiral. I promised to be more upbeat, and everything just went downhill again. As always, fear clouded my judgment. Time to start over.So I had just turned thirty and spent the morning of my third decade on the planet in some fleabag motel just outside of one of the largest cities on the continent. I couldn’t help but laugh since I realized that I wouldn’t know good luck if it came up and kissed me right on the mouth. I couldn’t think of a single person I knew who spent his or her thirtieth birthday alone in a filthy, rented room out in the middle of nowhere.I walked into the bathroom that had a cracked mirror and took a long, hard look at myself. I looked like a deflated balloon with a slow leak, but I reminded myself it was hard to be lucrative when I was repeatedly being hounded by forces beyond my ken. They were bigger, stronger, and faster than I could ever hope to be, but my desperation kept me ahead of them…and more importantly, alive.Since it was in fact my birthday, I decided I was going to treat myself for a change. I oftentimes avoided larger cities not just because there were eyes and ears everywhere, but also because I honestly didn’t really care for them. I may have grown up in a fairly sizable community, but I had always preferred to be away from society. I enjoyed nature and felt far more comfortable being surrounded by trees instead of people. That’s just the way I was.So anyway, I took a chance and journeyed into the city to do something I hadn’t done in ages: I was going to see a play.I had always been fond of the arts and had even written a few screenplays back when I was more focused on writing. I had a few friends during my academic days who had landed some lead roles in school plays, and I always enjoyed going to watch and support them. It blew my mind how they could remember all those lines and actions without mucking up once. What they did took talent. Personally, I would’ve been too scared to stand on a stage, but they took it in stride.Anyway, I somehow managed to luck out and found a seat in the loge that I had all to myself. Maybe it wasn’t busy due to it being midday in the middle of the week, but I sat there and felt a smile form on my face for the first time since I had been with Cassie again. I think it was about halfway through the production when my eyes started to grow heavy, and I knew it wasn’t because the play was boring, but because the chair I was sitting on was one of the most comfortable pieces of furniture I had been on in ages. I thought I was going to be able to fight through the weariness, but that apparently wasn’t in the cards.“Sir?”My eyes opened and reality quickly set in as I abruptly realized I had dozed off. I hastily lifted myself into a normal sitting position since I had started to slouch. I’m sure I had been out for no more than an hour or two, but due to the fact that I was actually comfortable for a change, Sikiş hikayeleri it felt like I had achieved a full night’s sleep. The second I snapped awake, I instantly started mumbling apologies since I knew the theatre workers would want me out. I’m sure they had plenty of homeless bums trying to catch a little shut-eye in the darkened corners of their establishment.A congenial laugh filled the small loge I had occupied by myself as the accompanying voice pleasantly told me, “You have nothing to apologize for, sir! If nothing else, you’ve let me know that our performance needs a little work since it put you to sleep!”I instantly became defensive and replied, “Oh, no! It wasn’t the performance at all! The show was spectacular! It’s just that I…” I immediately shut my mouth when my eyes came in contact with the theatre employee who had awakened me.She was a fucking fox.I have always appreciated the female of the species since before I was able to walk. Women have always been the focal point of everything that’s beautiful in this world to me, and I feel that whatever gods may be ruling over the cosmos, their greatest achievement came in the form of the human female. Kudos to any deity taking the time to listen to me.As much as I adore the ladies, though, I will admit that what I say next will probably sound somewhat ironic. While I appreciate any woman walking the face of this planet, I am somewhat picky when it comes to those I would ever envision myself with. While I admire and enjoy females of all shapes, sizes, backgrounds, looks, ages, and races, I also value intelligence, a sense of humor, and just plain kindness as well. Very few women tick every box I have even though I treasure all ladies in general, but I’m not the kind of guy who would put his dick in just anything.I would’ve definitely put my dick in the woman standing before me on that theatre balcony, though.“Sir, are you all right?”I shook my head not because I wasn’t all right, but because I was doing my best to expel the dirty thoughts from my mind since I didn’t even know the brunette standing before me. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m…sorry about falling asleep up here. It’s been a long day and I guess I didn’t realize how tired I was.”The stunning brunette warmly smiled at me.This woman was downright unbelievable. She was probably about five feet in height, and she had long, wavy hair that was the color of deep autumn. She had eyes that were as blue as the furthest stretches of the ocean, and her lips were as red as the sweetest cherries. Her complexion was quite tan and practically matched the color of the elegant dress clothes she wore, and even though most of her flesh was covered by her dignified attire, I could tell that she was actually quite toned.And not even a blind man would’ve missed how large her breasts were.I’m sure some people would find me uncouth for saying it, but there was no way anyone could possibly miss the two boulders situated on this beautiful brunette’s chest. She had to be muscled to carry around those massive mammaries every time she climbed to her feet, and of all the women I had been with in the past, I had never witnessed knockers that large. I had lost my virginity to my marvelous Creative Writing teacher way back when I was nineteen, and she had had some enormous jugs…but even their size paled in comparison when it came to what this beauteous brunette was lugging around.And did I mention that this woman was one of the hottest cougars I had ever laid eyes on? She didn’t appear old by any stretch, but her face had a mature look to it, and she had a single strand of gray running though her lovely locks. I think it goes without saying that hot, older women are a fucking turn-on.As I tried to comprehend the sheer exquisiteness of the fantastic female standing only a few feet away from me, I think my long stretch of silence may have been making her a tad uncomfortable. I scratched the back of my head and tried to find the right words to say as I started to mumble, “I’m truly sorry for nodding off in your establishment, ma’am. I’ve been on the road for quite some time, and although I probably should’ve just found a hotel to spend the day sleeping in, I thought it would be a nice birthday gift to myself to see a show since I haven’t been to one in…”“Today’s your birthday?” The buxom brunette cut me off with her beaming smile still forcing me to stare at her.I nodded since I had accidentally let the information slip. I didn’t normally like talking about my birthdays since they only served to remind me that I was getting older.“How old are you today?”“Thirty.”“Really? You don’t look it!”I chuckled since the compliment actually meant quite a bit to me. “I appreciate that more than you could know!”“You also have the voice of a cowboy. I find that to be pretty captivating.”Doing my best to make the brunette smile, I leaned forward while pretending to tip a hat that wasn’t there as I responded, “Much obliged, ma’am.”The action scored the proper response as the alluring woman queried, “What’s your name?”For the last few years of my life, I always gave an alias no matter where I went. Whether I was checking in to a hotel, or if I was caught in regular conversation, I always gave a false name since I had trust issues due to everything I had been through. I don’t know why, but this woman instantly put me at ease. Maybe it was her way of talking, or perhaps it was due to the mature way she dressed and her overall appearance, but I immediately felt that I could trust the brown-haired beauty with my life. I know that makes no sense coming from a guarded individual such as myself, but I came right out with it and responded, “Marcus. Marcus Veovin.”That alluring smile never left the beautiful brunette’s face as she held out a hand and replied, “It’s nice to meet you, Marcus. My name’s Dinah Addyson. I’m in charge of the theatre here.”I graciously accepted the hand and found that not only did the dazzling woman have incredibly soft skin, but she also had a bit of a grip. There weren’t many women I had met in my time who I could say that about. “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you.”“You’re a charming man, Marcus Veovin,” Dinah shot back in a tone drowned in feminine appeal. She didn’t release my hand as she informed me, “I wouldn’t normally come right out and say this, but I can’t remember meeting a man ten years my junior who came off as such a gentleman and was able to maintain eye contact with me the way you have!”I Erotik hikaye think the look on my face must’ve become quizzical since I wasn’t exactly sure where Dinah was going with her words.The buxom brunette leaned a little closer to me and lowered her voice even though we were alone as she went on, “Usually, the little buggers can’t take their eyes off my breasts long enough to realize my eyes are up here!” As she made her statement, she pointed to her sparkling, blue orbs.I hoped my hand wasn’t beginning to become clammy under her grip as I tried to think of a funny reply. The best I could come up with was, “It would certainly be difficult to not notice your chest, Dinah, but if you don’t mind my saying so, your eyes are truly two of the most fascinating things I’ve seen in a long time!” I wasn’t lying, and in all honesty, I wasn’t even trying to be a flirt. Those spheres truly were brilliant. Her previous statement then finally registered in my head as I added, “And I don’t believe for a minute that you’re forty!”It was the theatre manager’s turn to laugh in a deeply captivating fashion as she lifted her free hand to her chest and chortled, “Forty-one, actually! But I certainly appreciate your kind words!”Due to a combination of her obvious intelligence, her magnetic sex appeal, and the fact that she was still clasping my right hand, I felt something begin stirring down below. I knew it wasn’t the time for such a sensation, so I inwardly cursed my body for appreciating the work of human art before me. At the same time, I couldn’t exactly criticize my penis for showing its respect when it saw something it liked.“So, I take it you’re not from around here, Marcus?”I did my best to remain focused while trying to fight back my arousal. I figured it might help since Dinah had finally released my hand, and as I crossed my left leg over my right, I answered her question by saying, “No. I don’t venture into the city very often, and my hometown isn’t nearly as big as this place.” I figured a follow-up question of where I was from would be quick to pursue, but before she could inquire, I quickly queried, “Do you happen to have the time? I hope I haven’t kept you too late…”“Our show finished about thirty minutes ago,” the beautiful brunette kindly answered with that glorious smile warming my heart yet again. “I noticed you knock out during the third act, and while the others started cleaning up in back, I decided to come up and check on you.”I couldn’t believe that the gorgeous woman had noticed me sleeping from the stage area. As I thought about it for a minute, I realized that I hadn’t seen her performing at all before I had dozed off. “Were you on stage…”“I saw you when I was peeking out from the curtains a few times,” Dinah quickly answered. “I don’t act in the plays…I just direct them from the back. This particular premiere was more of an audition for everyone, so since there weren’t too many people in the audience, I was a little nervous that you weren’t enjoying yourself since you were fast asleep!”“Not at all,” I did my best to reassure the kindhearted woman. “I’ve just been traveling so much lately…”“Do you have a hotel all picked out for the evening?”I shook my head and queried, “Any suggestions of any nice places? The last place I stayed in was quite the flophouse.”“Everything around here is usually booked well ahead of time during this time of year,” Dinah gave me the bad news. “Not to mention, they’re usually quite expensive. You’re better off saving your money and just crashing with a friend.”I lowered my gaze as I chortled, “Too bad I don’t have any friends in the area.”“What? Don’t I qualify?”I slowly raised my eyes until they were back on Dinah’s. Had I heard the smiling cougar correctly? Was she truly inviting a perfect stranger to crash in her home…? “Wait. What…?”The beautiful brunette placed her hands on her hips as she told me, “I can’t in good conscience let such a kind gentleman visiting the city – on his birthday, no less – sleep out on the street! Besides, my apartment has a guest room that never actually sees guests, so why don’t you come over to my place and get a good night’s rest? I can certainly guarantee that the bed in that room is even more comfortable than the chairs here!”If I had to guess, I’m sure my face probably lit up as if I had just learned the meaning of life. I had been living off jerky and candy bars for longer than I cared to remember, and I couldn’t rightly recall the last time someone had shown me such a kindness…let alone smiled in my direction. The fact that Dinah was willing to help someone who was so down on his luck was astounding. “Are…are you sure? I mean, you don’t even know me, Dinah!”“Are you a serial killer?”My eyes became wide as I answered the nonchalant female by saying, “Of course not!”“Do you plan on hurting me in any way?”“Certainly not!”“Are you going to take advantage of me when I least expect it?”“Hell no!”“Bummer on that last one,” Dinah jested after ending her line of questioning with a laugh. I honestly couldn’t tell if she was joking or not with her last comment. “Well, you certainly seem like a genuine enough guy to me, Marcus, and the fact that some of my neighbors could see me coming home with a younger man…well, let’s just say that you’d be doing me a favor!”The stunning theatre manager certainly had the kind of attitude I admired in a woman. As previously mentioned, I could just tell that she was intelligent, and she had those playful qualities that most females lacked. I simply adored her frolicsome behavior, and it certainly went without saying that she was one of the most sympathetic people I had ever had the honor of meeting. To help a stranger she had just met…Dinah continued to eye me as she waited for an answer.“I…I can’t believe how benevolent you are, Dinah! I don’t think anyone I’ve met has ever been this compassionate…”“The fact that you use words such as ‘benevolent’ just makes me trust you all the more!” The buxom brunette cut me off with a laugh. Her chest bounced with her mirth as she placed a hand over her mouth and went on, “Maybe I am being a little too trusting, but I feel that any respectable-looking man with a vocabulary like yours can’t be half bad!”I chuckled along with the wonderful woman as I informed her, “Well, I was a writer for a while, so…”“Really?” Dinah energetically interrupted as she took a seat next to me. “What kind of stuff do you write?”I should’ve realized that such information would excite the beauteous brunette since she worked in arts and literature. I corrected her as I told her, “Well, I haven’t picked up a pencil to write anything in years, but when I did, I absolutely adored the fantasy genre. I used to come up with some pretty wild stories…”
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