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War & Pickles is
based in part on
Ernest Samuel Llime's part in the Yom Kippur war.
More of it however, is coming out of his depraved imagination. One has to admit
though that the way he turns pickles into magical food items with amazing
qualities is quite fascinating. Some of his war stories are equally gripping.
The following is an excerpt from chapter one:
Who's Fasting?
Turning around from the stove he noticed his wife's state of
undress. Hanna was a short but tasty little package about 5" tall, nicely
chubby, with a gorgeous ass and yummy tits. Her movements as she was reaching
for the gherkins and stuffing them into the jars, were causing her nipples to
peek out of the little apron frequently. The kitchen counters were laid out in
an L shape so from his angle, he could see her in a kind of three quarter
silhouette. Her ass looked quite delicious covered as it was, by a little sheen
of sweat. Joel took a bottle of white wine out of the fridge and poured some
into two goblets. He replaced the bottle, took out the Sipholux (predecessor of
Soda Stream) and topped them with seltzer. White wine spritzers were perfect for
that kind of weather. Hanna continued her tasks without turning around. He
picked up the goblets and turned around but looking at her one more time, he put
them down and dropped his shorts which were the only item of clothing he was
wearing. He picked up the goblets again and in only two steps, was right behind
her. He pushed his pelvis into her behind gently, while kissing her neck, his
hands reaching out in front of her with the two goblets.
"Joel, what on Earth are you doing?" she asked.
"Why, Hana'le, Bubba'le don't tell me you are displaying yourself
thus and without any ulterior motives. You must know by now about action and
reaction – it’s pure physics."
His physical state was obviously indicating to her that pickling
might have to be interrupted for a bit. She tried to turn around but he wouldn't
let her.
"A toast" he said "to your beautifully rounded bum, to the globes
that each might be a twin of the other and to that lower Gan Eden (Garden of
Eden) that is hiding in between. L'Chaiim!"
She took the goblet out of his right hand and they both took a
sip. His right hand freed, it snaked its way at once to the lower part of her
front and in between her legs.
"Just keep on pickling" he said "but if you bend just a little
bit I promise to sweeten that dill!"
Hanna did just that and Joel entered her brilliantly. He placed
the other goblet on the counter and used both of his hands to grab her breasts.
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The sex was great and they both had a very satisfying orgasm.
Joel undid Hanna's apron, let it drop to the At the same time, his left was
loosely draped around her neck with his palm softly kneading her left shoulder.
He bent his head slightly and kissed her right shoulder. He moved his left hand
to her nape, kissed her forehead, her nose and her lips, lingering a bit longer
on the latter.
"I wish I could tell you how much I love you, but I do not think
there are enough words."
She looked back into his eyes, gave him a return kiss on the lips
and slapping his butt she said "we should wash up, our guests will be here
before you know it."
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