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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
written for consenting adults.  If you're not both of those, don't read it.
Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to.  In
real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die.  You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional
characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY -
don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

   If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here,
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the characters
in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of
these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

   This is my story, not yours.  Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. 
You can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact,
but if you make money off of it without my permission, you're breaking the
law and pissing me off.

   _________________________________ A Victoria Weekend (MFT, oral, anal,
flash) (C)Copyright 2006 - Shakes Peer2B shakes_peer2b@NONOsbcglobal.net
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   Sunrise: I-5 headed North.  Green hills - Northwestern Washington glides
by.  Breakup over.  Time to get away.
Canadian Border: "Where are you going?" "Purpose of Visit?" Bored

Customs & Immigration official.

   Canada: "Beautiful British Columbia" - that's what the license plates
say.  Washington was easier on the eyes.
Tsawwassen: Buses and Semis start to roll - first deck.  Cars up the
ramp to second vehicle deck.
Ferry: Up the ladder (sorry, ex-Navy - 'stairs' to you) to passenger
deck.  Not so many people.  The Strait of Georgia is calm.  Green islands
slipping past.
Swarz Bay: Clank, Clank!  Down the ramp, straight onto the highway -

Canada 17 continues.

   Victoria, Inner Harbor: Best Western.  Can't afford the Empress.  Never
mind - everything's walking distance.

   Saanich Peninsula: Passing Beaver Lake, Elk Lake.  Got to see the
gardens.  It's springtime, after all.

   Butchart Gardens: Too early for roses.  Plenty of Rhododendron,
Wisteria, others I can't name.  Flowers with people posing.

   Sunken Garden: Taking pictures from above.  Misstep - a long way down,
almost.  Two small hands pull me back.

   Sunken Garden: Victoria (not Vicky) Tran - short, petite, beautiful. 
Victoria (not Vicky) Nguyen - Tall, slender, beautiful.

   Harbor House: Dinner - Steak and Seafood.  Drunk on wine and beauty. 
Victorias - charming, witty, sexy, willing.

   Best Western: Closer than Empress - around the corner.  Slow elevator.
Passion rising, clothing open.

   My Room: Six hands touch everywhere.  Clothing disappears.  Small
Victoria - magic mouth.  Tall Victoria - delicious breasts.

   My Bed: Victoria T.  - on her back, urgent, wet, welcoming.  Arms, legs,
mouth bind me.  Victoria N.  plays behind - Wet tongue, probing fingers. 
Forbidden places make me shudder.

   My Bed: Short lover holds me tight - cannot escape.  Tall lover probes -
not fingers - warm, soft/hard, going deep.

   My Bed: Small breasts, front and back.  Warm bodies.  Love, lust -
inside one, one inside me.  Head spinning.

   My Bed: Cannot last.  Small lover shrieks, tall lover rigid, deep inside
me.  Cumming - cannot stop!  Warmth inside me!

   Victoria: Two more days in Victoria.  Check out of Best Western - move
into Empress.  Lovely room - cannot remember.
Their Bed: Tall lover inside small lover - me too.  Any combination. 

Loving the Victorias, loving the sex, being loved.

   Port Angeles Ferry: Must go - job waiting.  Victorias too.  I will see
Victoria again.