Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... Lord,

The jobs were few

All through Tecumseh valley

But she asked around

And a job she found

Tending bar at Gypsy Sally's

She saved enough to get back home

When spring replaced the winter

But her dreams were denied

Her pa had died

The word come down from Spencer

So, she turned to whorin' out on the streets

With all the lust inside her

And it was many a man

Returned again

To lay himself beside her

They found her down beneath the stairs

That led to Gypsy Sally's

In her hand when she died

Was a note that cried

Fare thee well

Tecumseh valley

The name she gave was Caroline

Daughter of a miner

Her ways were free

It seemed to me

That sunshine walked beside her

(((- He only sang the first verse -)))

The lusty drunken voice of their father sang as he rolled and giggled in the yard just off the back porch. This at first seemingly sweet song was not a serenade that their mother wished to hear. Oh no! It infuriated her to no end. Throwing the broom at her drunken slob of a husband she stomped up the stairs of the porch and went into the kitchen. Moments later she pushed back out of the old screen door and it slammed shut behind her as she carried a stock-pot she had collected from the old gas stove.

The soup inside was still warm as she had been keeping it warm for his dinner whenever he deigned to come home and eat it. Well, she served him his dinner. The angry sprite of a woman that she was had had ...

... enough and that song was the last straw. She’d show him who was the broken spirited woman who’d turned to whorin with a broken heart.

Sputtering and cursing and laughing all at the same time, Duke finally let go of the now long empty bottle of rye whiskey and sat up, perhaps just a little more sobered than when he first arrived home.

“Caroline… Darlin! Is that any way to greet your lovin’ husband?” He pleaded with a slur.

“Don’t you darlin me! Out spending what money we have on drink and whorin around with who knows what. And then to have the nerve to come home to me and think I’m going to be all nice and loving to you. I don’t think so!” She spat at him then turned and stormed back up the stairs to the back door.

“Baby… please! You know I wouldn’t sleep with anyone but you…” He whined as he tried to scoop and scrape the soup off of his face.

“Oh, I know you didn’t sleep with any of them whores! I’m sure you screwed as many as you could persuade though. You can sleep with the dog… on the back porch!” She said with venom before she let the screen door close then slammed the heavy oak door and locked it.

Deeny lay in her bed, fanning herself, Lee had already drifted back off to sleep. The noise outside had quieted of course, aside from a few muted curses muttered by her father. She could also hear, more clearly, the sound of sobbing coming from her mother’s room down stairs.

Deeny felt badly for her mother, even if she didn’t know everything that had gone on ...