Moving can always be such a headache. Switching banks, forwarding mail, getting internet, and cable, meeting neighbors and if you have kids getting them started in school. Unpacking and finding the local grocery stores. It can be a very daunting task getting all these things done.
Recently, my dad, James, a wealthy entrepreneur who made his millions from the stock market bought a ranch in Australia. My sisters and I had always wanted to go. So we packed our bags one summer to go and visit him. Our dad was a swanky stockbroker who lived in a penthouse, so we weren't sure what he was up to, or what we were walking into.
In the town that I live in it seems like all the guys are driving for Uber. They are all very good looking young men. But they don't seem to get it and have poor tastes in cars. You would think that most men would have some hot nice looking cars. But of course, this isn't Miami or California. The town that I live in is Butte, Montana. It's a nice little town with a population of about thirty-three thousand people. It has a unique history.
Do you believe in vampires? Would you believe that in this town that I live in has a street named Vampire Lane? With all the folk tale and myths about vampires, no one had ever thought of why they decided to name this street vampire lane. The community here and I had never even thought that it had to do with vampires. You figure they just name streets like any other street in any town. That it had nothing to do with an old abandoned house at the end of the road. We don't have much crime or a decrease in population. Yet here I am wandering down this road with my mind thinking of all the vampire movies. Is the folk tales true? To kill a vampire you have to stab them with a stake through the heart. Do they have a blood lust to survive throughout the ages? My mind wandered the possibilities as I approach the old weakened steps and rotten floorboards as I approach the old Victorian door.
Recently I had just got hired to work in a multi-billion dollar business. I never thought though that it would be because of my looks. I'm a five-foot eight-inch woman with big tits with a medium build. My hair is black and almost goes to the middle of my back. When I wear my heels, I overshadow most men who work at this conglomerate business. It's like the cloned all the seven dwarfs from Snow White and the Seven dwarfs into all the men here.
I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have hot wax poured on my body. I have had hot honey dripped on me and licked off. I thought I was going to lose my mind over that. It was with a guy that I had dated a year ago. He wasn’t bad looking and knew how to please a woman. His tongue felt amazing licking the hot honey off of my clit making me cum almost instantly. After a while, though things cooled down and sex with John just didn’t seem to get me off anymore. My libido is at its sexual peak and I wanted something that was going to get me off. What's a woman to do. I didn't want to be a slut and go and find another guy, I didn't want a rebound, I needed a renewal.