Ashley

Summary/Moral:  giving things names from the heart, only when you know they sound right

 

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This was the girl who named Inisfree.  Somehow, she just knew what it should be called, and its name has held ever since.  We were sitting in my apartment bedroom that one day, probably after (or slightly before) having fucked, and she just said it straight from the heart, no hesitation.  I knew it was the name my city was meant to have.

Ashley was the cheerleader I creampied the most out of all the girls I hooked up with during this first round of sexual activity after the Corps.  I never counted how many times I ‘dropped a hot one in her’, but it was a lot; surely dozens of times, if not more.  She only ever got worried about it once, the rest of the time really letting loose and enjoying the whole exchange.

“I love how filling you are,” she once told me in sincerity post-fuck.  It was a compliment that has made me feel good to this day; when a hot cheerleader, of all people, tells you your size is perfect, little more beyond or better than that can be said.  I’ve been complimented in various ways since, but that one ‘takes the cake’; what a perfect and thoughtful thing to say.

We climbed up on rooftops to sit together and make out, and dressed up to walk out on mansion-neighborhood pond-walls to kiss under the evening moonlight.  One night, we even shared champagne in ‘borrowed’ champagne flutes (long-stemmed glasses) we had planned to acquire just for this reason.  Our dates were so romantic and Disney-like, and we weren’t even trying; it just kept happening.

She got me into my first climbing-gyms, becoming my first female climbing-buddy (though the drama she ended up stirring up at one of them resulted in her ditching after I’d paid for a membership, which kinda sucked), and I’ve enjoyed climbing around others ever since (having previously only done it on my own, or a few rare times with one or two trusted male friends; up those construction cranes).  There was another shorty hottie who was eager to start climbing with me more recently (the tan waitress at that Bozeman sushi joint who looked like Rahyndee –and, yes, that is how you spell that porn-star’s name), and I’ve wondered when such climbing-plus-babes events will resume in my future.  I’ll always remember Ashley’s good moments when they do.

When we went to the club, she volunteered to be my wing-man (or wing-woman, rather), and helped me pick up and take home other hot girls, including very fit, elven, model-quality ones from exotic places.  Part of it, I could tell, was to make sure I was still living my life like she was, not getting overly attached to her or anyone, but it was still a good sentiment and assist.  I’ll be having the time of my life when more girls hook me up like she so often did –including verbally, directly, and right in front of those other girls, encouraging us to have sex even while she was still in the room.

Then there was that one time I got her to laugh so unexpectedly and hard that she blew her mouthful of soda out all over the table and patio of the restaurant we were right outside of.  I don’t remember how our conversation got to that point, but I remembered what I said as the joke; “Release the tiny dangerous leopards!”  My heavy and comical accent had helped.

As usual, deformed relatives interfered and made sure we eventually broke up.  I would have kept sneaking out with her in spite of them, but she missed a hangout she had me waiting for one time, and then broke the door-frame to my front-door.  Long story.

I’ll remember our fun and funny moments, such as when I threw her shoe across the apartment courtyard, losing it in the deep pond.  I’ll remember when we sat on top of my new Jeep that first day we’d met, getting to know each other as our sexual tension built up before our first rounds of wild sex.  I’ll remember how she kept steering me in healthy directions, and was the one destined to name my eternal city, the kingdom of Heaven on Earth.

She once accidentally added me on Linked-in, and was again kind enough to chat for a bit.  I was kind of a prick to her there, still holding somewhat of a grudge for how we parted.  Maybe we’ll get a chance to accidentally meet yet again, that time both of us being softer and apologizing.  I’d certainly like to hug her one more time, and show her what that city sketch has become.

 

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Quick Bio:

So much in the Bible was left to our imagination.  What were the ancient characters really like?  This section of each of our Biblor’an pages helps us more accurately picture our own.

• Given Name:  Ashley Wilson
• Birthplace/Hometown:  Plano, TX
• DOB:
• Hair/Eyes:  brown/blue
• Height/Weight:  5’4″/120 lbs.
• Race/Nationality:  Caucasian/American
• Distinguishing Features:  model’s face, striking feminine eyes, perky c-cups
• Common Attire:  casual, rock-climber gear, and the occasional evening dress for formal dining/dating
• Voice/Personality:  alto/sexual (sometimes bubbly, sometimes better with a little encouragement to gain momentum)
• Education/Career:  above average/food-service (later majoring in and focusing on psychology)
• Diet/Health:  standard/above average (due to cheer-practice, rock-climbing, lots of sex, etc.)
• Preferences/Mannerisms:  daily sex and creampies, clubbing, numerous partners, and casual flipping practice on her home trampoline / TBA
• Relatives/Descendants:  parents and a sibling in the same hometown, and more in Hawaii

Ashley was one of those Jew offspring who’d somehow stayed attractive.  She’d also become a cheerleader and hostess, as well as a rock climber; all good things.  She couldn’t seem to shake her chronic lying, though, and that burned her in the end (death-camps pun not intended).  Still, can you really blame her?; we all had to learn how to lie and lie constantly in that backward land called America.

 

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Jokes:

• TBA

 

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Quotes:

• “I love how filling you are.”
• “You have the body of a god.”

 

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Terms Coined:

• Inisfree
• sonasis

 

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Major Influence on Inisfree:

its name, and selective doors, self-repairing buildings, ICV personality aspects that always result in them volunteering as skillful ‘wingman’ to help recruit more and more female hotties for adult fun, etc.

 

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Likenesses:

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