Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... would look up from whatever they were doing in the open rooms or if they passed them in the hall. Yvonne was struck how none of the staff seemed to smile, at all.

Pushing through a set of swinging double doors, the administrator led Yvonne into a larger common room. There were tables and chairs scattered around the room. Some had board games on them, some had nothing. One had a set of children’s building blocks on it with an old man hunched over carefully stacking them up with shaking hands, his tongue sticking out one corner of his mouth and his eyes squinting.

There was a woman in front of the big wall of windows to one side of the room holding a teddy bear tightly to her chest as she twirled and danced to some imaginary beat... her feet in slippers and her body covered by a soiled and ratty bathrobe. Her hair was a matted nest of fly away grey hair that probably hadn’t seen a brush or a comb in a very long time.

It would seem that most of the people... the ‘patients’ or residents as the administrator referred to them, all seemed to be in their own little worlds. Many were just staring off into the distance with vacant eyes. Others were hunched over and rocking back and forth and looking about nervously.

One older gentleman... man... was cursing loudly and throwing anything he could pick up at other people in the room. That is, until two very big orderlies rushed in and subdued him and hauled him kicking and screaming out of the room and down another hallway. ...

... Yvonne looked to the administrator for some clue as to what was going on...she merely shook her head sadly and said something about the man being “off his meds”.

“Ah, here we are, Miss Anderson.” The administrator said as she extended a hand towards a woman sitting by herself clutching a blanket to her chest with both hands.

The woman’s eyes were wide and wild as she darted her gaze around the room, never holding for very long on anything or anyone. She too, seemed to be rocking ever so slightly back and forth, as she mumbled indistinctly to herself. Her emaciated frame making her look more like an animated skeleton than a living human. And the smell! The entire facility smelled like bleach and... well... human waste. Yvonne realized that it was mostly from the ‘residents’ themselves, as if they had all soiled themselves. It was appalling.

“MRS. LINWOOD!... YOU HAVE A VISITOR!” the administrator spoke loudly to the rocking woman.

The old woman never stopped rocking, or even seemed to have heard what was said to her. Yvonne covered her mouth and nose with one shaking hand as she took in the shell that was left of the woman that had given her birth. A woman that had admittedly been quite attractive in her younger years. Of course, that was before decades of alcohol and possibly other drugs...and sexual promiscuity had addled her brain. The stroke was merely the last straw that led her to this state. Mrs. Linwood was her mother, but she was a stranger. Yvonne was glad ...