Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... Her bottom lip clamped in her teeth and a look of mischief in her eyes.

“Feel like some cake?” She asked, one eyebrow rising up questioningly.

“Shall we get dressed?” Tom asked in answer.

“Why? Lee asked coquettishly, her lip still firmly clamped and both eyebrows up and her head turned ever so slightly.

Tom opened his mouth as if to say something, but he only closed it. Again, he opened his mouth to speak, and once more changed his mind. Looking Lee up and down, a wry grin spread on his face and his eyes glittered in the low light. With a shrug, he took Lee’s left hand in his right and turned and led her towards the kitchen.

***___***___

Deeny slipped “her key” into the door lock at Yvonne’s rental house. The thought that Yvonne had insisted that she have her own key still gave Deeny a little thrill. God, she loved that woman. Letting herself in, she closed and relocked the door and turned the light on. She frowned for a moment, if there was only one thing that she didn’t care for about Yvonne’s place it was the lingering smell of cigarette smoke. Nothing an open window and some fresh air wouldn’t fix though.

Something else she was a little disheartened about was the fact that Yvonne was not here with her. All other times Deeny had been here it was to be with Yvonne, nothing else really mattered. Sadly, Yvonne was spending tonight and possibly tomorrow night in Kansas City tending to legal affairs concerning a trust fund that had been willed to her by ...

... her late grandmother. Still though, it was nice of Y to let Deeny spend the night here so that Her and Lee’s mom and dad could have some privacy after Tom and Lee’s wedding.

Deeny kicked off her shoes and then made her way to Y’s bedroom. How many times had she looked forward to making that short trip down the hallway in the past? Smiling sadly, she pushed the door open and entered to find the room as it had been all those previous times, save for the room being empty... and a small vase on the bedside nightstand.

Crossing the room to the nightstand, Deen picked up the small vase and smelled the single red rose ensconced within. She sniffed the rose and closed her eyes smiling thinking of her lover, who had thought of her as well. Looking down once more there was a small note beside where the vase had been sitting. She set the vase back on the nightstand and picked up the note to read it.

~My Love

Today, two people in love were joined in marriage. They professed their love and devotion before those gathered there who loved and treasured them as well. It was a celebration shared by all who attended. I was happy for them, but to be honest, I was also a little jealous and a little saddened. For, you see, I too long for that celebration, that acknowledgement from others that I care about. Because I am in love as well. My heart is full to the point of nearly bursting with the love I hold. But I can’t share that with everyone, it just wouldn’t be accepted by many. That ...