Quenie and Miranda
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As retired engineer Alan Meadows plugged away on the conversion of his 62-ft former fishing boat into a utility cruiser with luxury accommodation for six, he thought of his recent American visitor, a member of a family of new immigrants to the country.
Olivia had lit up his day, well the few hours she’d spent with him when calling in for the invitation of coffee when she was kayaking up the sound.
In her early thirties and rather good looking, Olivia’s sheer presence had rekindled his romantic interest in women for the first time since the tragic death of his wife five years earlier. Until now his interest had largely been on a carnal focus.
With Olivia, everything had appeared ripe for sexual connection and yet it hadn’t happen because she’d offered no encouragement. She hadn’t given him the impression she was female oriented sexually. Possible she was committed to a guy or simply believed you don’t have sex with all guys you meet or even guys you appear to have landed against like she had with Alan on that day she was paddling in one of the remote areas of the sounds.
Alan stepped back to look at the positioning of the next sheet of textured wall panelling to be sprayed vivid white and noticed it was placed the wrong way up.
‘Christ move your mind off cunt,’ he swore but relieved he could recover from his mistake without having inflected any damage.
And on he worked inching towards finishing the cabin, the en-suite of which was completed including full wiring and plumbing.
Two Sunday evenings after Olivia’s short visit to his property when kayaking up the sound, Alan arrived at Stillwater Lodge in his rigid-hull inflatable 13.7ft boat known as an RIB.
Claire Johns, who was in her mid-50s, met Alan at the door having seen him dock at the jetty.
She kissed him and said excitedly a woman had called on the land-line phone requesting he call her.
‘You sly fox, what have you been up to?’
‘I don’t know any female who knows to call me here.”
‘I asked her for her name and she said to just say Hilaire Belloc.’
‘Oh I say?’
Claire asked impatiently, ‘You say what darling?’
‘There’s only one person…’
‘What person?’
‘The caller’s number please. She called out hello when paddling in a kayak up the sound and I invited her for coffee.’
‘Omigod, a seduction. Come on, tell me all.’
‘It was a plutonic meeting.’
‘Is that so, then why is she calling so mysteriously?’
‘To thank me for coffee again I guess. She’s American and some of them are unusually polite.’
‘God Alan, you are being so frustrating, frustration or evasive I just don’t know. Go and call her, you know where the phone is and don’t dribble into the receiver.’
Alan clipped her butt with the flat of his hand and Claire walked off laughing happily.
He called the number and a woman in a heavy southern American accent said, ‘Good evening, Kate Kennedy speaking.’
‘Hi Mrs Kennedy. It’s Alan Meadows speaking. Your daughter Olivia left a message for me here at the sounds to call her.’
The woman yelled, ‘Olivia the guy you met in the sounds is asking for you?’
Alan could hear some yelling in the background and Oliva came to the phone and said, a little breathlessly, ‘Oh hi Alan arriving at Stillwater Lodge as part of your Sunday evening ritual I believe.’
‘Yes.’
‘Oh man of few words, don’t you wish to know why I called you?’
‘You will tell me when you ready.’
‘God and I seem to recall calling you romantic. Just a moment, my sister wishes to chat.’
‘Hello Alan.’
‘Hi Lydia.’
‘So Olivia told you my name.’
‘Yes and that you were a professional potter.’
‘She told me you were a workaholic and that you would welcome me visiting you and working on your boat fit-out for half a day in return for free accommodation and food.’
‘Yes and I do recall she said you were handy with your hands and have helped your father with the renovations of your family home where you live now.’
‘Well that sounds like a good deal as I don’t like my working environment here because there is too much noise and too much disruption.’
‘It might be too quiet for you here.’
‘I doubt it. What about sex?’
‘You may borrow my Rubber Ducky and go down to the small settlement and may get lucky down there at the hotel or the restaurant or at Aladdin’s Bar where you’d have contact with all the males you could wish for.’
‘Oh well answered Alan. I mean what were you expecting from me?’
‘If you come here I’d expect good workmanship, pleasant company and if you want sex I suppose I could oblige’
Lydia laughed and said that was another great answer.
‘Well I’m thirty-six. Mom doesn’t want me to go into unchartered territory, dad said go-girl and my sister said you are a great guy and I’d love the environment that was inspirational enough to encourage me to produce my best pottery ever.’
‘Well then when will you arrive?’
‘But my mother…’
‘I would have thought 36-year-olds made their own decisions. Put your mom on the phone please and come as soon as you wish. Take the water taxi from the end of the highway at the sea entrance to the sound. The husband or wife skipper will know my place.’
‘Are you no intending to convince me to come?’
‘No you’re a big girl Lydia. It was lovely talking to you. Now your mother please.’
‘Yes Mr Meadows.’
‘Please call me Alan.’
‘Thank you Alan.’
‘You and Lydia can trust me to be the perfect host for her. In turn you trust your instinct. Goodbye Mrs Kennedy.’
He cut the call.
Alan went into the reception room where a dozen or so guest from several countries were having drinks.
Jamie and Claire immediately pounced on him, Jamie handed across a glass of Alan’s preferred red wine.
‘What’s happening? Claire asked. ‘I heard the first minute on the phone extension before I had to come in here. They sounded American.’
‘Yes but the family has immigrated here. The younger daughter was kayaking here as part of her holiday in this region.’
‘So she’s fallen in love with you and is returning here?’
Alan said a little impatiently no, that was nonsense.
At the point Jamie was called to the kitchen,
Claire pressed home, ‘Then why…’
‘Her older sister may come here.’
‘May come here? Didn’t you urge her to come here?’
‘No I mentioned she might like to visit and when the boat is finished I would welcome her parents coming for a sail for a night or two with my compliments. You see they are new settlers to this country.’
‘God I can’t understand why you are being so generous and yet you denied having sex with the younger daughter?’
‘She was vivacious and excited me having a female relaxing around me and chatting as if we were um were family.’
‘Oh god, you are unsuited to being a hermit aren’t you? Now you go to the phone and call that older sister and formally invited her here. If she’s too scared to stay with you she can stay with Jamie and me.’
‘That’s very neighbourly of you Claire, and I really mean that. But please just leave it. She’ll know if she wishes to risk the expensive upheaval and come here.’
Claire’s face softened.
‘You are such a nice guy Alan. I see you as being determined to manage the situation so the young woman is not oversold in coming to be here with you and it would appear you two don’t even know one another. God she would be taking a risk based on the limited information she has and she should consider her next move carefully indeed. I now think you are handling this well.’
‘Her name is Lydia Kennedy and she’s a professional potter. I wouldn’t be surprised if she calls to question you out about me. They have your phone number.’
‘Omigod
what should I say if she calls?’
‘Just be yourself and if anything be conservative as we both know you liked almost anyone and sing the praises of people with gusto.’
‘I knew you liked me darling. This is not to be repeated but my Jamie has told me he’s jealous at the way I interface with you. You are a handsome bastard with good manners and a sweet smile.’
The dinner gong sounded.
Claire whispered, ‘Smack my butt again Alan.’
‘Behave yourself,’ he chuckled.
During dinner a food server called Claire to the phone.
She returned almost ten minutes later and she stopped at the table where Alan was seated and said, ‘Lydia was most appreciative of my comments and the most expansive thing I said was she could really like it here. She replied her sister said it was a heavenly environment but the solitude could be depressing for some people and I said I agreed.’
‘Well done Claire and thanks.’
* * *
Two weeks later Alan was finishing off the en suite bathroom of the second cabin when he heard the familiar toot of the horn of the water taxi.
By the time he’d climbed down to the found Alice Morgan had run the flat-bottom craft so its bow was on the dry gravel. She operated the hydraulics to open the end of the bow to hinge down so it formed a ramp.
An attractive blonde woman stood looking at Alan as he strode up the ramp. She was even better looking than Olivia and a little curvier with prominent breasts.
He tried to regulate his breathing.
‘Hi Alan, did you get my letter.’
‘Yes thanks, it was delivered last Thursday. I’m sorry happy you’re here.’
‘Oooh that so nice.’
Captain Morgan said lightly, ‘Okay you lovebirds, let’s get this gear unloaded. I have four passenger here eager to get to Stillwater Lodge and the three Mills’ kids to drop off at their grandparent’s farm.’
‘Lovebirds, how quaint Mrs Morgan. I’m here to labour on the Miranda and just for your information I’ll have my own bedroom.’
‘So you say dear. I love your accent and now please check the freight coming off is all yours.’
Lydia and Alan stood about three feet apart waving at the departing vessel.
‘I’m surprised that you residents reply totally on water transport.’
Alan said that was due to the nature of the terrain.
‘Behind these hills you see sloping into the water are hills abutting each other in a rippling effect that continue for miles and miles and occasionally rise up to 4000 feet high. Such terrain provides a nightmare for road-makers and would make navigation very difficult for drivers. Anyway such construction of a network of roads would be absurdly uneconomic because of the very low density of residential population.’
‘Oh I understand,’ she giggled. ‘Olivia told me you were an engineer.’
‘Oh an engineer who was boring?’
‘No quite the reverse Alan. She said in the short time she was here she felt the need to remind herself that she’d become engaged only recently to her boyfriend, an airline pilot.’
‘Oh she never mentioned she was planning to marry.’
‘And how long was she here Alan – three hours I think she said.’
‘Oh yeah, scarcely time for deep confessions.’
They laughed.
Lydia looked at the rather dilapidated cottage and then Miranda that had been jacked up at the water end of the sloping slipway on to what appeared to be old railway sleepers to make her sit level.
‘Where will I sleep?’
‘In the cottage?’
She eyed the boat and asked where he slept.
‘In the boat.’
‘Do I have that option?’
He rolled his eyes skyward and said, ‘The cabins are not fitted out yet but that work is expected to start soon.’
‘So you sleep on the aft deck?’
‘Aft deck, do you know something about boats?’
‘My degree is in marine biology. As students we went to sea and on to rivers and lakes in boats.’
‘Oh of course. I sleep in the wheelhouse.’
Lydia kept patiently turning the screw.
‘It’s rather a large wheelhouse for the size of the boat.’
‘Um yes.’
‘It provided living space for the fishing crew I daresay.’
‘Um yes.’
‘And the conversion has provided reduced sleeping accommodation in the wheelhouse for how many people?’
Alan scratched behind an ear and said uncomfortably, ‘Two.’
‘And the two beds can be pulled together or spaced apart depending on whether the wheelhouse guest is male or a mother or the guest is a hot babe?’
Alan turned wild-eyed and said hastily, ‘You can sleep in the wheelhouse if you must, with the beds placed at maximum width apart.’
‘Oh Alan how lovely,’ said the pushy visitor. ‘If the exterior of the wheelhouse is reflected in the interior, everything inside will be pristine.’
‘Er yes and good thinking.’
Lydia smiled and said wow that had been hard-going.
‘I’m an engineer,’ he said with a boyish smile and she giggled and said there were signs already they were compatible.
‘It’s a magnificent day.’
‘Indeed,’ he said, obviously pleased the ice was broken and the grilling had ceased.
‘Heterogeneity of hillside heights bounding the waterway with deep valley intersections will mean accelerating wind and indeed at times treacherous wind gusts burst over the water.’
‘Er yes,’ Alan said. ‘It’s regard around here as land-based wind shear or simply bouts of stronger wind barrelling down valleys.’
‘But isn’t wind shear…?’
‘Um Lydia we locals are generally relaxed and leave scientific phenomenon to the scientists.’
‘Are you saying you’d like me to wind down?’
‘Just a tad would be appreciated. God I’m hanging out for coffee. Come aboard the guesthouse Lydia. We can deal with your luggage later.’
‘Do I have to work today?’
‘No it’s already gone noon. You work on the boat mornings only. In a day or two we visit Mrs Shanks, a well-known hobby potter and general craftswoman back down the sound. She will provide you with information about local pottery resources and in Lawson City to the west of here amateur potters thrive because of the variety of good local clays.’
‘Does Mrs Shanks have a pottery kiln?’
‘Yes and she said you are welcome to use it.’
‘Oh you lovely man, you prepared for my arrival.’
‘Aye I was confident you’d come.’
Lydia looked at him thoughtfully, before beginning to climb the ladder.
‘What you had a premonition?’
‘No Mrs Johns said after your sister told you about our leisurely life-style of living on the water’s edge in such picturesque surrounds she said she told you nothing would keep you from coming unless you were infatuated with a man.’
‘Oh did she? Well Mrs Johns should know a woman has to find a worthy man before she has the opportunity to become infatuated. If you must know, Claire Johns called me every three or four days to ensure I remained focused on coming here.’
Alan clenched his fists and said sternly, ‘What? Christ that woman, she knew I didn’t want you influenced one way or the other about coming here. I thought you should be left to make up your own mind because it would be a radical change to your lifestyle and that you’d feel isolated here and that could develop into an intense dislike of your situation.’
‘Yes Mrs Johns told me that. I think she secretly has the hots for you Alan. The build-up she gave of you made me think I’d find you could walk on water?’
‘Christ that woman!’
‘And my sister did everything but physically push me into coming here.’
‘Christ.’
‘Alan calm down. They both knew I’m needed here and had been invited here because you are not naturally a hermit. After pottery I like working with wood and further down the list of preferences I have a fondness for drinking wine in the company of a male who knows how to talk to females.’
‘This has be
en a fucking conspiracy,’ Alan groaned turning and began walking off.
‘Alan come back, I need you here.’
He obliged and stepping up to her grouched, ‘Why?’
‘I’m about to climb the ladder. My sister said you appear to have a fetish for looking up a woman’s dress as she climbs this ladder. I have no wish to deny you a cheap thrill.’
Alan stood, having collected himself and smiled.
‘I apologize for my behaviour. I speculate that I’ve exhibited a territorial instinct with you coming on to my patch.’
She smiled and said that was a perfectly logical explanation and the intensity of the conversation would have helped to wind him up.
‘Kiss me, that might help.’
He frowned and said, ‘No that’s not necessary.’
‘And what about me? Have you thought I might like to be kissed, you are probably aware you are rather attractive or should I say manly?’
Alan eyed Lydia and she eyed him demurely and then lowered her gaze.
Something stimulated him and he moved in and gently kissed the new arrival.
‘Oooh that was good, again please.’
This time Alan placed his arms around Lydia and put more into the kiss and felt her mouth open slowly and then their teeth touched.
‘Oooh,’ she said, pulling away. ‘That was almost a steamy kiss.’
He smiled and she smiled and gently touched the side of his face and asked, ‘Would you like me to remove my panties before I climb the ladder?’
That wiped the smile from his face.
‘Keep calm,’ she urged. ‘Olivia suggested I should push you into kissing me because your emotions might have become slow to kick in because of neglect. I am perhaps guilty of pushing too far too fast.’
Aland said softly, ‘That last bit was rather breath-taking but at last I’m beginning to understand you, it appears you are not shy about coming forward.’
‘Yes and that’s resulted in some guys and especially their mothers having shied away from me. Apparently it’s okay for guys to exhibit forwardness but not so for females. I’ve lived with three guys at different occasions for longish spells and that suited me fine but in each case we both knew that it was a transient arrangement. I’m telling you this to make it clear I’m no innocent.’
He waited, sensing there was more to come but she appeared to be waiting.
‘And I’ve been married.’
She said, ‘Yes and so was I and he died.’
For a moment that eyed one another almost bleakly.
Alan said tensely, ‘And you thought I might be suitable for your marriage?’
‘Yes, I have to be truthful, I see such an arrangement as far superior to straight dating.’
They were in deep enough to be personal, and Alan asked did she intend to marry.
‘Yes but come on, let’s not get bogged down. We are on the cusp of a loose arrangement and this loose woman invites you to indulge in your fetish as I climb this ladder. God we have spent long enough in getting me up on to the boat for coffee.’
Lydia stopped at the top of the ladder, not swinging sideways on to the temporary landing.
Alan knew what was expected of him and climbed and pushed his head under Lydia’s dress, sniffed and licked the inside of a thigh.
‘That’s enough,’ she called softly. ‘We both know it could be dangerous having sex on a ladder.
He laughed and said agreed and ran a finger over her covered pussy to telegraph potential commitment to advance pussy play when appropriate.
‘Good boy,’ she purred, hitching up her dress hem with one hand and stepping on to the landing.
Alan stepped on to the landing as she stepped down on to the deck. He felt very ready for sex but instead invited Lydia on an inspection tour.
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Present – Jack – At the cabin Son of a bitch! I was in the Command and Control tent when something (no something damn big!) blew up. It rattled the hell out of everything and even shook the ground. As I rush out of the tent I spot a huge fucking smoke cloud that looks like a mushroom. Glen comes up beside me and asks, "What the hell was that?" I answer, "Like hell if I know!" I pull my weapon around and declare, "But I'm sure as hell going to find out what it was!" Then I head toward...
With this new activity in our arsenal, Jeff began riding me more often. While he still preferred a blow, he said he sometimes wanted my dick in his ass to help empty his balls on the first try. Until he said it, I hadn't realized that when I served him orally it usually took him two tries to be satisfied. With my dick in his ass, there was spunk everywhere after his cock exploded the first time.A few months later, Kate and I were hosting a cook out for our family and friends. It was a nice...
Kyle stared down the expanse of the Newport pier as he and Tara sat at an outside table at Charley’s Chili waiting for their lunch to be served. Tara could see a look of contemplation, which held a hint of melancholy in Kyle’s expression as she watched him. “Who is she?” Kyle’s attention was snapped back to his luncheon companion by her words. “Oh, no one special,” he said. She reached over and took his hands in hers, remembering to say “Ollie-Ollie-Oxen-Free”. He laughed and looked at...
While the transition from reading the internet advertisement to her present position of being bound and suspended by her wrists from the metal rings set in the ceiling of The Master’s playroom had been easy for Gloria, it had also been time consuming. Establishing new contacts always seemed to work out that way, if in fact they worked out at all. The classical music surged through the room but Gloria didn’t really hear it. Her mind was filled with thoughts of how she so willingly came to be in...
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This is a long story, containing 10 chapters, a prologue and epilogue. All chapters have been submitted and should be posted within a few days of each other. The idea for this story came from a story idea forum. Thank you janetsexy77! Warning: This story contains adult content including This story contains lesbian group sex including spanking, masturbation, cunnilingus, and more. If this is not your type of smut, please find another story. 8========D Round 4 Erin's attitude didn't...
Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather...
When Jack woke up the next morning and went into the dining room for breakfast he was apprehensive about facing her after the hand job she had given him the other day. As he walked into the room though he was met with her smiling face. ‘Oh Jack, I’m going to be in town all day running errands, but I’ve got it all organised, your new tutor should get here around 10:30. Looking forward to your new studying?’ Jack just nodded. He couldn’t believe she’d actually done it. He knew straight away she...
The morning after the enchanting evening with Harry Quinn, the MSU Spartans quarterback, Brenda Porter happily walked and at times skipped back to her dorm room. Upon entering the room, Brenda found her roommate, Constance (Connie) Von Rummel sprawled completely naked on her bed sleeping and snoring contentedly. Now in Brenda’s estimation Connie was one of the most attractive and gorgeous female body God has ever created. Consequently it was somewhat distracting to see Connie in the naked state...
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I gave her another big glass of squash although she was already feeling pretty relaxed and noticed the lack of activity had forced my cock to droop and hang down which was again something that fascinated her and while we were having a little break from the assessment I decided to finalize the sleeping arrangements throwing out a suggestion to monitor the response, “So Mel, you can sleep in my bed and I will have the sofa, is that ok for you? I asked putting it out there, she looked up at me,...
My son RameshI never thought I can give this kind of present for my son from me on the new millenium. My son Ramesh is working in US and returned home for the millenium. As usual I was very excited to see him. He has been living in US for 5 years now and he comes home every 2 years. He arrived on the Christmas day as myself and his dad went to the airport to pick him. Ramesh was very excited to see us both despite his jetlag and just kept talking. Since we picked him up in the middle of the...
We want to be used!Mary had confessed to me her affair; use is a better word, with her “master”. I had followed her on her last meeting with him and seen her used by a dozen men in humiliating and depraved sex and I had found it so sexually stimulating I longed to see her used again. Her Master had dismissed her, she showed me the e mail telling her she was now used goods and he had enjoyed turning her into the slut she had become. This left us with the realisation that Mary wanted more...
The dreaded date had finally arrived and Melinda was not happy about it. It was the evening that she was taking Mike O’Connor out for a steak dinner. She decided that if she was going to have to do something so abhorrent that it was worth doing it with a bit of class. She checked out her appearance in the mirror and was pleased with the image reflected back at her. She was wearing a conservative black dress that flattered her figure without looking too sexy. At least, that was her...
In the moonless night, the first broadside fired by HMS Hades blinded them temporarily. The big three-decker was abeam of the French lead ship, and for the surprised French the impact would be nothing else but devastating. Now, Nero opened fire, a crashing broadside with lowered muzzles. Captain Bohun was a simple man but a dyed in the wool sailor who could be trusted to make the most of his first broadside. A second thundering broadside came from the Hades and in the muzzle flash of over...
Part Three The Journey Begins A Novel By: S. Stevenson Early the next morning, Mike made the rounds to each of the slave’s bedrooms releasing them from their tethers. He instructed each to shower and shave as he removed pad locks from their collars and cuffs. You are to clean your plugs, relieve yourselves and then reinsert the plugs. “Then you are to report to the kitchen by 7. Bring a work tunic with you.” Slowly at first each girl made her way into the bathroom attached to her...
Adah and I had been neighbors for the last nine years; even though there had been almost ten years between us, we had become close friends. Within the last year or so, her parents had died in a road accident and she'd gotten their house, which is adjacent to mine. Before that, she'd just been a pesky k** that had driven me nuts over the years prior to our friendship.For being only twenty-four, Adah was very mature for her age, not to mention growing up from a shy, chubby little girl I had met...
And even in the worlds foremost religion, Christianity, for so long supported the idea of werewolves and demons and vampires yet only as Christianity grew vastly popular and spread to the 'New World', then, then vampires and werewolves an anything of the like were stricken from all records everywhere, until more sightings kept cropping up over the world, Bray Road, Jefferson Wisconsin, Greggton Texas and Gevaudan France to name a few incidents throughout history. I believe that the...
I had met with a couple with the wife and she said she was not meeting with anyone again but I had been in touch with the couple and I was texting them for a few weeks now and they said that they had met with my wife and how they both had dirty sex with her and how she got fucked by the guy as she watched her moaning with pleasure and she has met with her husband by herself and she has said she would like to meet with me and I said I would like to meet with the two of them and she said that she...
¨Dad's old college friend Martin and his family are coming over for dinner tonight, you have to stay home until at least 10:30¨ my mom told me on a Saturday morning. A +-40 year old very religious couple, the man was an old college friend of my father. And they had some k**s too, a boy/girl twin and a girl. I didn't remember much about them, because they live far away and I hadn't seen them for 5 years. I sure as hell was pissed off though, because I was planning to go out in Amsterdam. I study...
Vanna Bardot’s husband is worried, and he should be. She denies it to his face but she’s been cheating on him for months, and today he’s going to find out for sure using his new security camera. When she meets with her lover for their usual afternoon fling he’s going to see his wife cheating on him, taking another man’s cock in her mouth and her pussy and her loving it. He never thought he’d be a cuckold but that’s what happens when you don’t please a woman as sexy and horny as Vanna!
xmoviesforyouJuly 1977 We both just stood there staring at that picture. After a moment, I took back the other three, picked that one up, and put all four back into the envelope. I knew I had to find a place to put it where nobody could ever find it, even by accident. Where that would be I had no idea. But there was no way I was getting rid of those pictures of Birgit. I put the envelope on the table. Melanie looked like she had seen a ghost and was ready to bolt. I had no clue what I was supposed to...
A Lady’s Maid In Montana Montana, 1904. Poor Mary lay naked and as helpless as a lamb. Rough leather ropes bound her hands to trees on either side of her naked body. Other ropes stretched her legs wide apart. She was frightened, but determined not to show her fear. She would show this savage that a proper English lady’s maid conducted herself with dignity even in the most horrid of situations. Mary had been strolling along the river and had...
For several days after Belle’s arrival to the beast’s castle, he pointedly ignored her. The raw emotion that she incited in him took him out of his comfort zone, which scared him to his core. From the way she plainly surrendered her body to him to the simple things she did to make him more comfortable in his castle, his beauty was worming her way into heart. Even when he was his most beastly, she always smiled demurely. The beast soon figured out that the more he ignored her the more he was...
Karun now surveyed those that still stood against the wall, their small and beautiful forms wracked with terror. Only one held his gaze, her chin upturned in defiance as her eyes shot blue daggers at him. He smiled but his smile seemed to freeze the defiance that stood within Karina and she shivered, feeling the coldness from the burly giant and lowered in gaze immediately. She had been crazy to single herself out by staring him down. Where would that get her? In a collar, no doubt. She could...
The sun came into the bedroom and I woke up and rubbed my eyes. I looked down beside me and there was my little sister. I got on my phone and ordered us breakfast then pulled her into my arms. She woke up just a little and rubbed my chest as she laid there. Her hand slowed as she fell back asleep and I played with her long brown hair with the blue gray tips. Soon the doorbell rang and I slowly slid out of bed. When I returned she was sitting up, stretching. The blankets were around her hips and...
Paul laid on the bed for ages, staring up at the poorly-finished, uneven planks of the ceiling in catatonia of rage and dread. He knew he would have to get up eventually, but he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to have to face her. He didn’t want to face him. He could hear the sounds of breakfast outside: chairs moving, utensils striking plates and bowls, people talking. He thought about just staying put and waiting for the others to finish so he could slink out unnoticed. But the longer he...
My relatives came to visit over the summer. My aunt and uncle on my mom's side, and my grandparents on my father's side. Our house was full, with myself, my sister, and my parents already filling our three bedroom home before taking in more people. I loved having the relatives visit us, so it wasn't a problem, it just meant that my sister had to share my room for a week.That was going to prove very beneficial, as I was soon to discover. I'm eighteen, and my sister, Brynn, is not quite a year...