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| By Paul R. Belleau |
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I sat idle in my dark corner waiting for my master to choose me. Pick me up and touch me. Bring me to life. Pull me cord...push my button...prime me for a wild ride... |
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His sinewy gloved hands gripped my love handles roughly...firmly...almost sensually. I revved in anticipation of the deed... |
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My master's hands guided me throughout the entire act. Feeling the raw wood against my lubricated chain brought me to a frenzy. My revving was uncontrollable now. I began cutting throught the wood, feeling the sap smearing against my blade... |
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I was halfway through the log when I thought the ecstacy of the act would drive me insane. The musky, burning wood smell mingled with my own scent of smoky oil and gas. The vibrations of the both of us joining and cutting was beginning to become unbearable...barely holding onto conciousness... |
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...I woke up next to the fire. My master next to me stroking my still warm metal case. I was spent, exhausted. I could tell my fluids were depleted. The logs that I had cut were slowly burning in the fire, their final resting place. Master gently whispered to me, "Tomorrow the ash tree in the front yard." With thoughts of tomorrow swimming in my head, I revved softly and then fell asleep... |
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