Warning: Lotsa dirty language in this Chapter....
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Logan leaned against one of the walls, waiting for Chloe. She came around the corner in a short yellow dress. He nearly growled when he saw the sight of her. She was a blonde with the bluest eyes you had ever seen. She was a pretty good size for a woman, after all, she WAS a hockey player. Chloe approached Logan and kissed him, forcing her tongue into his hot mouth. She tasted beer and she knew she had him. Logan pushed Chloe against the wall and slid his hand up her dress. He groaned, sliding his hand around her hip. Holy fuck, no panties
Chloe smiled and unbuttoned his jeans, gently pulling the zipper down, teasing him. Logan groaned, knowing he was going to blow his pants unless he got this over with sooner. He reached into his pocket, looking for a condom. He gasped and pulled his hand back out.
"Shit! What the hell?"
He felt a throbbing sensation in his hand, he looked and found a needle embedded in his hand. Marie must have been sewing on my jeans again He pulled the needle out, the hole quickly healed and he turned his attention to Chloe again. He grinned and kissed her passionately.
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Marie looked at the ceiling. She had been laying down for the past two hours, and still she couldn't sleep. She sighed and looked at the clock, "Two-thirty. Oh God, Logan...Where are you?" She heard the door open. She sat for a moment and listened. Footsteps. A door closing softly. He was home. She got up and stood by the doorframe.
"Logan?"
"Babe?"
He was drunk. She could tell just by the way he was trying to hide it. She could feel the corners of her lips start to curl as her mind was already concocting a devious plan. She walked over to him and ran her gloved hands down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as she did so. He pulled her scarf to her face and kissed her. She worked on his pants, finally throwing them off onto the floor. Logan growled and pinned his wife on the bed, quickly reaching to the night stand to where he kept the condoms. Marie watched her husband, grinning to herself, "Take me Logan..."
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Marie woke up the next morning beaming. She rolled over and caressed her husband's cheek tenderly. "I love you, Logan."
He opened his eyes and smiled for a moment, then wincing as he rolled over. His head was killing him. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. Oh, damn...What did I do?
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Logan leaned against one of the walls, waiting for Chloe. She came around the corner in a short yellow dress. He nearly growled when he saw the sight of her. She was a blonde with the bluest eyes you had ever seen. She was a pretty good size for a woman, after all, she WAS a hockey player. Chloe approached Logan and kissed him, forcing her tongue into his hot mouth. She tasted beer and she knew she had him. Logan pushed Chloe against the wall and slid his hand up her dress. He groaned, sliding his hand around her hip. Holy fuck, no panties
Chloe smiled and unbuttoned his jeans, gently pulling the zipper down, teasing him. Logan groaned, knowing he was going to blow his pants unless he got this over with sooner. He reached into his pocket, looking for a condom. He gasped and pulled his hand back out.
"Shit! What the hell?"
He felt a throbbing sensation in his hand, he looked and found a needle embedded in his hand. Marie must have been sewing on my jeans again He pulled the needle out, the hole quickly healed and he turned his attention to Chloe again. He grinned and kissed her passionately.
***
Marie looked at the ceiling. She had been laying down for the past two hours, and still she couldn't sleep. She sighed and looked at the clock, "Two-thirty. Oh God, Logan...Where are you?" She heard the door open. She sat for a moment and listened. Footsteps. A door closing softly. He was home. She got up and stood by the doorframe.
"Logan?"
"Babe?"
He was drunk. She could tell just by the way he was trying to hide it. She could feel the corners of her lips start to curl as her mind was already concocting a devious plan. She walked over to him and ran her gloved hands down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as she did so. He pulled her scarf to her face and kissed her. She worked on his pants, finally throwing them off onto the floor. Logan growled and pinned his wife on the bed, quickly reaching to the night stand to where he kept the condoms. Marie watched her husband, grinning to herself, "Take me Logan..."
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Marie woke up the next morning beaming. She rolled over and caressed her husband's cheek tenderly. "I love you, Logan."
He opened his eyes and smiled for a moment, then wincing as he rolled over. His head was killing him. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. Oh, damn...What did I do?