Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... Richard guy? She rubbed her temples as the pounding headache was back and it hurt enough to bring tears to her eyes.

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Yvonne sat on one end of her couch Monday afternoon, she was still in her gown, her legs tucked up under the gown, her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. She rested her head on one knee as her chest tightened and it felt as though she couldn’t breathe. Tears were soaking through the thin cotton knit of the gown, wetting the skin on her knee.

The living room of the small rental house was dark, the curtains still pulled closed. The dark was good, Yvonne thought to herself. It’s easier to hide in the dark. She had been so close. She had tried to play it cool and deny the feelings she had developed for the younger woman… For Deeny. She was everything she could have imagined, and more. It was like a waking dream, being with her the night of the Wilding. Dancing, laughing, having fun… then… then the kissing, the touching. So much more than she could have dreamed of.

The low keening moan coming from deep in Yvonne’s chest sounded for all the world like a small wounded animal. It sounded painful, and it was. Her heart was breaking. It was nothing that Deeny had done. No. Deeny was perfect in every way. It was her, Yvonne. She knew that this couldn’t work, between them. It never works. She always ends up getting hurt. She didn’t think she could suffer being hurt again. It would… it would kill her. She would lose her mind, ...

... as well has have her heart broken and her soul shattered… again.

The most painful thought was that she had to tell Deeny, SHE had to break it off between them. Yvonne knew that it would hurt Deeny when she did, and that… that hurt even more. She didn’t even notice that she had begun rocking slightly forward and back as the keening softly tore from her chest, and the tears fell from her reddened eyes.

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Deeny picked up the empty coffee cup and saucer from the counter where a customer had just left. The diner was pretty slow this morning. Just as well, she was the only waitress working today. Yvonne hadn’t come to work and she wasn’t answering her phone. Deeny worried about that. As she ran a bar towel over the vacated spot on the counter, she wondered if she should go by Yvonne’s house after picking up Lee when school let out. She wanted to, but perhaps not today. She and her mom were supposed to “talk” this evening.

She heard the bell over the door jingle as she was putting the dirty coffee cup and saucer in the sink to be washed. Deeny turned to see Cam walking towards the counter near where she was standing. His smile was warm and infectious as always. Deeny couldn’t help but to return it in like fashion.

Deeny did notice that his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes today for some reason. Something was weighing on his mind. They may not have dated long, but she knew him far better than most and maybe even better than himself sometimes. She picked up a ...