Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... there was no other traffic on the bridge, Rich slowed his truck to get a closer look. Recognizing it for what it was, he came to a complete stop and set his parking brake then got out of his truck to retrieve it.

Picking it up, he turned it in his hands and brushed away a couple of bits of dried leaves or grass or whatever it was. It was a little the worse for wear being out in the elements for almost a week but it was still unmistakable. A hand-carved wooden shoe. It looked to be the left one of the pair. Just like the one that had been nearly lost when he bumped into that pretty blonde milkmaid at the Wilding... Trina.

Richard’s heart leapt to his throat and he found it hard to swallow. He had found the girl so... so interesting... so... NO! Don’t go there! He thought to himself as he took a long deep breath to steady his nerves. It just wasn’t meant to be. Blame it on the accident perhaps, but if she has no memory of him or dancing the night away at the Wilding... then... it just wasn’t meant to be.

Turning the shoe over in his hands, he pulled back his right arm as if to throw it over the rail and into the lake below. Then, he paused, and thought better of that. Instead, he carried the shoe back to his truck and set it on the dashboard in front of his steering wheel. She may not remember him, but he would always remember her... the one that got away. Smiling to himself, albeit a little sadly, Richard released the parking brake and put his truck into gear and ...

... finished crossing the bridge, continuing on to his destination and fishing.

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Deeny pulled into the diner’s parking lot followed by the usual thin blue trail of smoke from the old Chevy. After turning off the engine she sat a moment and tried to look through the front windows to see if Yvonne was here this morning. Frustrated that she couldn’t see, she opened her door and got out of the car and headed inside.

When Deeny pushed through the front door of the diner, the first thing she noted was that it was almost deserted. Looks like it was going to be a slow day today she thought to herself. The second thing she noted was that Sally Randal was behind the counter. At the moment she had glanced up to see who had just come in, but she was bent over a half-worked crossword puzzle. She smiled at Deeny of course, but went back to her puzzle.

“Good morning, Sally.” Deeny said in a slightly puzzled voice.

“Hi, Deeny. I guess from the look on your face, Hank didn’t call you last night.” Sally said, glancing up again from her crossword puzzle.

“No. Was he supposed to? What for?” Deeny asked as she walked over to Sally tying an apron around her waist.

“Well, I thought he would call, guess it slipped his mind. Yvonne called in sick today. He asked me to cover for her since I had Monday off this week for that dentist appointment. I told him, sure, I’d cover.” Sally informed Deeny, abandoning her puzzle for a moment to pick up a coffee carafe and refilling a ...