fireman

For instance, a fireman is a brave fellow! He fears nothing, least ofall fire! Well, the fireman in question, who had gone to make a roundof inspection in the cellars and who, it seems, had ventured a littlefarther than usual, suddenly reappeared on the stage, pale, scared,trembling, with his eyes starting out of his head, and practicallyfainted in the arms of the proud mother of little Jammes.[1] And why?Because he had seen coming toward him, AT THE LEVEL OF HIS HEAD, BUTWITHOUT A BODY ATTACHED TO IT, A HEAD OF FIRE! And, as I said, afireman is not afraid of fire.The fireman's name was Pampin.

Here__ what happens when a single mom meets New York City__ hottest fireman__hen_seductively_as if he received instruction not from the FDNY__ training school but at Chippendale___he slowly inches each suspender off his bare shoulders.___ou must know that exhilarating feeling of a man__ body on top of yours, all that power and muscle pressing you into the bed, the glorious taste of his tongue in your mouth, the manly scent that washes over you and makes you want to melt underneath him.___et__ not forget about his nine inches of shapely fireman hose dangling so close in front of my face the scent launches me into a blissful fever.___very place he touches contradicts his chosen profession, because instead of putting out a fire he surely starts one._____ so darn helpless in the arms of this powerful, young, ripped personification of New York__ Bravest that I feel myself about to erupt in the most earth shattering explosion since Mount Vesuvius last announced her presence.___ wonder if he could be enticed to show us a few maneuvers on the brass pole.___e orchestrates his own personal opera, inspiring high notes with kisses and licks along my elongated nipples, and deep moans with hands that caress my belly.___e are drawn uncontrollably to each other and have no power to resist, only the tremendous desire to experience everything in its most intense form.

Funny how women are ashamed of their inner fairy whereas men are forever proudly displaying their inner cowboy or fireman

What can I do to get you out of your shirt today, Luke?_ Her voice held a husky, wheeler-dealer tone, the kind of voice for which he was likely to do anything. He imagined that voice whispering in his ear, issuing wicked orders, making him hard as steel.

He was my age and in my imagination he was a fireman, not the kind that actually fights fires but the kind who travels the country shirtless posing for calendars.

Someone probably a lot smarter than me said hell is other people. I say you're in hell when you don't give to someone who needs, because you can't bear to have less.

To a fireman, wind is a curse. To a sailor, wind is a blessing.