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Glisten · **08-06-2015, 10:05 AM**

It was early Thursday morning, following a severe thunderstorm the night before, and there happened to be a lot of damage outside. Police Officers are out early directing traffic thanks to several traffic lights being out-of-service. Branches are covering some streets and giving some people a delay to work. Fortunately, there wasn't any large damage and things to be moving at a pace to get power on, and everything cleaned up. Glisten's house appears to be fine and hardly has a mess in the yard. Inside the home is Glisten walking out of the shower wiping his head with a white towel, and leaving the bathroom. A woman's voice is then heard, "Glisten, where are you going?" The woman peaks around the shower curtain and it's current porn star Stoya. "Glisten! Are you coming back?" she says loudly over the running water from the shower. He comes back in the scene while drinking a bottle of smart water.

"Of course I'm coming back in. We're not close to being finished with today's workout."

"I didn't think you were."

He tosses the bottle and drops the towel, and gets back in the shower with Stoya.

After several hours pass by, Glisten and Stoya are lying down on the floor on top of a blanket. Stoya is rubbing Glisten's chest.

"This was a fun time, but in the days to come I'll be having even more fun. You were magnificent as always, Stoya, but there's a fresh body out there that I can't wait to take a peak at and feel. He goes by the name of Robbie Bourbon. He's so big, well, at least his stomach and face is but who knows about below. I've watched him move in the ring. I've heard him talk about others prior to our match and how he talked me just recently. He believes someone doesn't like me because they placed me in a match with him. I wonder if the thought ever occurred to him that I wanted this match. I felt LJ Havok's lips and Steve Davids chest. Now, it's time to move on to someone different and a change of pace. Robbie Bourbon just happens to be that new man in my life. I know his tits won't be as firm as Davids were, but there will be more to grab and play with. Imagine what can fit and be done between them. Ooooh, what I could do with those. Then we move to his yellow goatee. How I love gold and yellow myself. It's like this gathering between he and I was meant to be. I can only wonder what flavors are still savored in that hair of his. Sweat from another man. Sweat from another woman. The cheese from cheetos. What if it's all the above and then some? The magical world I would be in just thinking about every little seasoning that hits my taste buds. His round and jiggly thighs; the way they dance as he walks. Robbie and I were meant to be at this time. I can't wait to see what sparks are made on Warfare."

"I bet it will be nice, Glisten. Afterwards, maybe we can all meet here for a big party."

"If you ladies can't handle a whole day with me, what makes you think you can handle me and big boy?"

"It'll just be a night, Glisten, not the whole damn day. Plus, I'll bring the crew. You can't make us all tired, can you?"

"It's not about making you tired, Stoya. If it were that simple, I would do more foreplay. It's about pushing the person to the point of breaking down with nothing left to give. Perhaps I'll show you all a taste of that in my match, then finish you all of later in the evening."

Stoya is sleeping on the floor while Glisten is off in another room at his house. He's wearing a mask and dressed in black.

"Oh, Robbie. You like to wear masks? So do I. We get to pretend, if only for just a few minutes, to be someone else that isn't the real us. In this mask, I'm not Glisten, but I am Sixty-Nine. It's white because of the... liquid I use to form it. I spent many nights working with my hands long and hard to create this masterpiece. It smells so good. It reminds me of every person that came to help me make this. So many people joined me on my quest to create this character and you... You get to be the first to see it live. Just like your goatee may still smell like the last thing you ate or last person you touched, this mask has embodied every scent from each person. It smells like Christmas. Mmmm. I get excited just thinking about all those many nights tugging and forming. I doubt your mask was created like that, but you like to hide if only for a moment. This is our chance to dance in the moonlight and let people see the characters we've built.

Mr. Robbie, and that mouth of yours - so bad. I bet no one has punished you for the filthy words you use in the company of various people have they? Not to worry, my friend. I'm here to help everyone, and that certainly means you. Just like the mask I'm wearing, I also formed some nice homemade soap with the same liquid. Come to think of it, I only have a few bars left and may need to go to craigslist to get some last minute help to make some more... especially for our match. I'll have it made it time, don't you worry big boy. I'll work hard day and night, letting it all pour out so I can make it just for you. Then I can bring it to our match and, oh boy, I'm getting all happy just thinking about it... I'll take it and slide it slow and deep in your mouth... let your saliva wet it a little so it gets good and soapy... then we can clean your dirty little words, plus you'll have some wonderful flavors for after taste.

You and I are meant to be joined together on this special night. Your gold body hair and my love for gold. Your thick self and my love to grab, and take hold of something. I can help you so much, Robbie. We're going to have so much fun. And don't worry if you're not completely 'biggie size' down the road. I can work with anything and make you feel like it's Mount Everest. "

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