Meet Christian

Vital Stats

Eyes:  Green
Hair:  Light Brown
Height: 6'
Weight: 195
DOB: April 20, 1987
Place of Birth: Atlanta, Georgia


General Background:  

General Background:  I was born and raised in the fine southern city of Atlanta, known to some as the "Athens Of The South" because of its place as the hub of culture and education in the South.  Hell, if the Center For Disease Control and CNN are based here, that must count for something!  Also, I am what is referred to as a "Army Brat" (the correct term is "service dependent") as my father is a Major in the U.S. Army.  This gave me the benefit while growing up of moving around to different places in the world, but we always called Atlanta our home in between his assignments in far away places with strange sounding names.  I think this upbringing is what both made travel my passion, and also lead me to going into the ROTC in college and then on to my next life as an NCO in the U.S. Marines to pay off the college ROTC tuition contract (dad is STILL pissed that I joined the Marines, btw, but he'll eventually get over it!). I finished my stint in the Marines a few months ago and have returned to glorious civilian life, but while on active duty, was trained and served as a bomb expert for 4 years in Iraq and Afghanistan.   It was a pretty intense experience as you can well imagined and I figured when it was time to either re-enlist, or head home, it was probably better to cash in my chips while I had all of my fingers and toes intact.  I'm back in Atlanta now and starting pre-med school this coming year.  Life is good.

 She lead me up on top of it and then, quicker than an oncoming sand storm, pushed me into the gun turret and gave me a very hot and wet kiss. One thing very quickly lead to another and before you knew it, we were having crazy hot sex on the turret of a tank gun in the middle of the Iraqi desert under a full moon, 50 yards away from our unit, and 200 yards away from a village possibly filled with terrorists! Our orgasms came fast and furious multiple times and, thinking perhaps discretion was in order, headed back to our tents before being discovered. The next morning, the Marines in our unit headed down to the village in stealth mode to interrogate the young men that we had seen unloading a truck the previous day.  And there they were again: bringing sacks of grain to the goats they had unloaded and put in the barn the previous day.  

Welcome to Iraq! I didn't see Sabeen again after that day until at the airport the day I was heading back for the States.  She was there, at the Air France departure lounge waiting for a flight to Paris.  We had a quick cup of coffee and after a hot but brief kiss, headed to our respective destinations.