"Hey, the blondes -- in the magazines -- hair color most likely comes out of a bottle. If you want to change your hair color go ahead but I love your ...brunette color." He laughed and said, "also, I think it's just better if the hair on the top matches the hair on the bottom." Oh you," she said playfully. "Seriously, Kevin, how can you want me to do something like that?" Baby, we're on vacation. Let's take a vacation from work but also from what other's expect of us. Let's take a vacation from. . oblivion... sweet wave of oblivion.(October 18th, 04.12 p.m.)The huge door creaked open. A black silhouette stood exposed against the gray, cool afternoon light. The warm air inside the stables curled around the motionless figure. It had come in from the cold. Tiny wisps of breath escaped the slit in a tight black leather mask. Only red shining lips were visible as they whispered..."Dzjinnaaah..."A shard of autumn light spread as the door opened. It reached the iron cage and streamed inside.. I’ve flipped through fifteen pages of those books at a time, searching in vain for something that’s remotely possible to use when I whack off. The porn I write is Dee-Eye-Are-Tee-Why DIRTY, not to be shown to children or parents. It belongs hidden under the mattress, behind the pipes beneath the bathroom sink, or in the locked drawer of the nightstand. If it isn’t Dirty, I haven’t done it right. On the other hand, if it isn’t interesting, it’s not any damn good and I wouldn’t post it. I can’t. So, even though I must dress like a man for practical reasons, I dress like a woman underneath. This underwear costs more than some people’s cars, but it is worth every penny to me. I assume you like it.” By then she had removed my shirt, pulled down my trousers and was slowly rubbing the obvious bluge in my boxers. “Take everything off, and I will, too. Then let’s get into bed; it’s fucking cold in here!” I laughed and did what she said. For the first five minutes or so, we snuggled under.