Brandon Oldfield
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40 year old father. Curious but considerate. Mindful, yet bold and paced. Emotionally intelligent, tech focused, and results oriented. Inspired mostly by the people I meet walking my personal path. Leader, Communicator, and Winner.
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Prince Edward, Prince Edward County
The offer to clean a cottage and enjoy its amenities during the summer months is nothing to pass up on. Especially when it's located in one of the trendiest locations within which to rent property during the high season in Southern Ontario. Now make that same property owned by someone famous and I would call that the “tits'' of all offers. Smiley Spokenfork immediately accepted and made plans to gather the essentials for the trip, and she also quickly notified her boyfriend, Chad Bradstone, of the invite to the cottage. The plan consisted of her heading up to start cleaning a 2000 square foot cottage which was on the lake, not far from Picton, Ontario. The cottage was owned by Steve Anthony, who was a well-known local TV personality. Smiley didn’t have to start her work there until later that evening. Her landlord, Scout Peeples, was the one who offered her the opportunity, as this was the cottage that he had rented for himself to spend the summer, and she was his cleaner at home as well. She let Chad know the particulars and mentioned that he should wait until late that evening before heading out. If he so chose to join her. By leaving late he would be able to miss having to have any confrontation with Scout who was planning to make dinner before leaving Smiley to clean the place.
By Brandon Oldfield4 years ago in Fiction
My Little Buddy
Cold November night, as I entered the Hilton hotel parking lot in Markham Ontario to check into a room that I had just rented for myself and a young lady that I was seeing at the time I could hear my phone going off with a couple quickly pitched text messages. She must have checked in and was able to get our keys without my cards this time. I found a spot that was near the entrance and grabbed my bag while quickly checking my phone to make sure it wasn't an emergency at home with my wife and kids that would require immediate attention that would need to be dealt with before going upstairs. Sure enough it was a very excited, and apparently already getting in the shower naked, younger girlfriend confirming our room number. I made note of the room and headed for the entrance. Up the elevator and into the room, she yells from the washroom that she needs me to go to shoppers drugmart for her because she has run out of her face cream and we had no lube. I asked her if she had the other bottle to take with me so i could make the trip quickly, I always bought the face cream so that wasn't an issue. She said just to get the water based shit we got in a stag shop a few weeks previous. I turned and burned wanting to be back quickly because I had popped a cialis on the drive over and the GHB dose I swallowed from the Gatorade bottle in my truck accidently was starting to hit a tiny bit. The cialis wasn't planned either... But once the first mistake was made I wanted to keep my timing consistent, of course. The drug store was not far from the hotel, so it was a 15 min round trip and I was back in the hotel parking lot getting out of my truck again. This time remembering the Gatorade bottle as well. Smart. As I walked toward the entrance I was fumbling with my bag of skin care / lubricant while trying to light a cigarette as I passed another dude walking towards me on the same sidewalk. I was only able to grab a quick glance at his face but I immediately noticed a bearded face that somehow registered as familiar. What made me pause and look back again was the smell of a captain black cigarette. The face was someone who I knew on occasion had smoked these if not blunt wrapped useless cigars. I was at 90 percent aggression within seconds with the very real and plausible idea that my boss had just walked past me. I turned and followed but he had obviously felt a recognition as well and bolted. I shook it off as "Nah... Couldnt be...with those handle bars?" My boss at the time was not known to wear facial hair at any time so this was a curious way to have thought it was him to begin with. I finished my smoke and headed up to the room to join my girlfriend in the shower. I think I mentioned it to her as a crazy thought the next morning and then dismissed it again. That is until Monday morning when I enter our company boardroom for our weekly management meeting. I always sat beside my boss at the end of the table and he was already seated when I arrived. I sat down and put my coffee down and quickly tried to catch a glance before he could notice I was there and I nearly spit my coffee out when I saw the fucking handle bars on my reporting superior for the last 8 years. I was unable to contain the what Im sure was either nervous delight or complete and utter need to laugh and scream at the same time. The next 90 mins was spent with him looking at me in a way that would be described as cautiously curious. I could tell he wasnt comfortable, but he wasnt necessarily worried about the possible recognition. I also thought even that it still could just be a coincidence and why even ask without at least making fun of his handle bars first. "Did you lose a bet?' is how I jabbed. He giggled, and I quickly threw in that I was surprised chinese men his age could grow facial hair like that... He responded with a couple jokes about wanting to do this years ago and a friend of his urging him to or something to that effect. By this time his face was all everyone was talking about so fuck it... I went to washroom and powered my nose, took a piss and returned for the meeting.
By Brandon Oldfield4 years ago in FYI
PoppyCock In a Pear Tree
Her name is Fruit Rollup. Her penis pleasuring perfectly plush lips fully encapsulated the meaning of the name when it was coined. Currently it's just a snack she buys 3 or 6 boxes at a time. She had wrapped his cock in the treat that most 80's born X'ers and Millennials should be familiar with, it was sold under a different brand called Fruit by the Foot as well, however that would put dimensions into this conversation and his very average 7" penis would feel hard done by, pun intended. Fruit Rollup had wrapped her namesake, strawberry flavoured and now sexually active, snack around his very pretty penis to give her man a blowjob. This particular instance of a now tastier than ever suckling on this very well liked wang, was immediately following a rather aggressive demonstration of oral sex given the night before, sans food-like wrapper. The event was intense. He had noted to himself that it was almost as if Fruit Roll Up was trying to put on a show for some, unbeknownst to him, potentially nosebleed seat stationed, fishbowl stadium seated patron. Her apartment had always emblazoned her boyfriend with this almost Big Brother meets EdTV type feel to it. That unwelcome paranoia may have been partially buoyed by his heavy methamphetamine smoking habit during those months, however, looking back there is a certainty within him that confirmed they were at times surveilled in ways not within his purview. Fruit Rollup however, he will never know whether she had been aware of some voyeuristic ensemble surrounding that cozy little corner apartment of hers. Nestled all snug in a building that defies gravity with its engineering adjustment for a parking necessity. Only in a place like Nautical Village, would this building have this significance for him and be positioned just minutes from the Lake House where he married his soon to be ex-wife just 8 years previous. We must digress for the time-being and get this story of Poppycock and Fruit rollup out for public consumption. Let’s return to the blowie bash shall we...
By Brandon Oldfield4 years ago in Filthy
Divinity by Design
In the beginning, which for this certain to be sacred and overly shared story, is October 21 of the year 2020. Alone and celebrating his 40th birthday from a jail cell an hour or so from his closest relative or friend is the vessel with which this charmed journey has embarked. From the very first memory that is stored in this always busy and mostly confused brain, to this very moment, a detailed and impressive photographic memory stores information and metadata alongside the visual memories in an almost machine-like process. This natural ability and birthed talent has not always been at his disposal consciously. Surely it happened by default without any need to add effort to the task mindfully. Each time he gets caught in a recollective moment, whether daydreaming or when asked a question that would require accessing the archives, we are all amazed at the seemingly innate ability that his brain must tag and categorize thoughts into memories and beliefs.
By Brandon Oldfield4 years ago in Fiction
Sowed and Bagged
The summer was peak season and it always came with the need for a few more hands on deck for the team at Sketchy Bangs, a small special effects / entertainment company that mostly did fireworks and fancy magic and balloon shows for kids birthday parties. Sketchy Bangs has been in business for just over a decade now and would be considered a successful small business by most means of measurement. The owner, Wayne Sketchy, never dreamt that he would be a business owner of any kind, but with some fortunate good will bestowed onto him as a 20 year old he was able to build a company, and in turn keep himself out of trouble. The only consistency that Wayne seemed to exude from puberty to young adulthood was a penchant for causing damage using devices that could only be categorised as Pyrotechnic and the consequences always being someone else's property. Wayne was given his last warning by local law enforcement and their accompanying fire department officials after there was a sudden, unexplainable forest fire that had gotten out of control and forced a few local farmers out of their homes while also having their crop rotations completely lost for a season or two. The blaze had made the local and regional news outlets and the following investigation into the genesis of the now famous forest fire was considered to have been a few errant Molotov cocktails. The tosser, a very inebriated and from all accounts, careless Wayne Sketchy. They were thrown from a moving vehicle and had missed by a Ford F150 length their intended targets and landed errantly against an outhouse building that was used by the party goers to fornicate and get high in.
By Brandon Oldfield4 years ago in Fiction
