Kate & Jim Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

Kate & Jim Chapter 5

... sexy little redhead.” Kate was wild and out of control as her multiple orgasms burned through her….Kate’s eyes were closed, her head was thrown back. She was holding Jim’s hands as she came, moaning, and panting and squealing with delight, not holding back as she did with her ex. Kate never has to hold back or express her healthy sexuality with Jim. Kate opened her eyes to see Jim smiling at her through her passion and what she considered reckless abandon in pleasing herself. As always, Jim is pleased by it; he encourages it. Jim’s always game when she wants it and his appetite for her is insatiable.....as is his love for her, and she for him. As I mentioned, Kate never knows when or where when Jim might enforce his demands. She gladly submits to him as his woman and his unrelenting and wild sexual appetite; his just under the surface animal magnetism that never fails to arouse and excite her. It is a marvelous sexual rapture being his lover; to be herself with a man Kate can’t intimidate in any way shape or form, including being turned off by her healthy sexual needs. Jim Brady has given her his complete love and loyalty and Kate gives it back the same. Satisfied, Kate lay down of top of Jim while he stroked her hair and held her close in his powerful and protective arms. The special intimacy they share and intuitively understand is an unspoken and deep ineffable feeling of loving solitude as if they are one. As he held her Kate reminded herself she loves Jim with a deep, ...

... tangible passion that she didn’t think she was capable of loving any man, she merely settled for security with her husband. Kate had summarily dismissed such silly notions as soul mate years ago as girlish fantasies, fairytales and nonsense. Kate could feel Jim’s heart beating and it was beating only for her. This thought was wonderfully unfailingly girlish but spectacularly true; after a bit Jim rolled over on his side and she fell asleep snuggled up next to him safe and secure in their fortress of solitude...... Kate awoke around two in the morning to the sound scratching and shuffling outside of the Winnebago. Jim’s arm was on her thigh and she carefully moved it to the side. She lay there for awhile until the eerie noises stopped. Kate put on Jim’s flannel shirt and went outside barefoot to investigate. The dim illumination from the yellow bug light on the barn cast long dark shadows in the damp grass now that the moon and stars were hidden by the clouds. Kate watched as eerie shadows moved and skittered around the foundation of the old farm house; to vanish into the blackness. Kate was inexplicably drawn to the black maw in the earth. As she slowly walked towards it, the fieldstones of the foundation appeared to her like the gray teeth of a cavernous mouth ready to devour anything that came near. Kate’s heartbeat sounded like drumbeat in her bosom as she inched closer to the haunted black chasm......inching closer.....and.....closer...and closer until she was at the very ...