Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... she no longer shared the same last name as this wretch.

She had seen enough. Yvonne didn’t even bother to try to communicate with her mother. Dementia, senility, brain damage... whatever brought her here, there would be no return, and certainly no recognition to be found from her mother. As much as she felt she should feel badly for this woman, all that Yvonne felt was pity, and that was being generous if she were truthful. With a nod to the administrator, she was led back through the facility to the lobby as it were, and the front desk.

Yvonne thanked the woman for her time and bid her goodbye. She walked out the door and didn’t look back. However, once she was seated in her car, Yvonne felt her emotions swell and she began to cry. The tears were bitter and full of hate and anger, not sorrow, at least not sorrow for her mother, but for herself. For so many years, decades really, Yvonne had harbored the anger and hatred and hope that one day she could confront that vile woman that gave her birth and... and what? Tell her how fucked up she had made Yvonne’s life? To tell her how she never felt acceptance or understanding or... love from a mother. The lying, drunken whore! Now... now she would never be able to say those things to her birth mother.

Yvonne was shaking violently as the bitter tears rolled down her face and the sobs wracked her body. Bright sunny day out or not, she felt as though she were in a dark, dark place. So much hate and rage boiling up out of ...

... her from where it had been pushed down and bottled up for so long. Eventually though, she began to settle and calm. Then she thought of Deeny, perhaps the only person who had really and truly shown her love.

Love... yes! Suddenly, the pain and anguish lifted from her soul. Yvonne smiled as she wiped at her eyes, drying tears and wiping away ruined makeup. There was only one person that made her feel whole... feel loved and secure. And she would be with her tonight, Yvonne thought with the beginnings of a smile. She started the car and began her drive back to the motel to get her things and check out. She would drive home... home to Deeny.

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“I envy you, you know?” Richard said softly into the soft if sweat dampened wild mop of red hair atop of Sylvia’s head as she lay half on his chest and half beside him.

“Mmmm... why is that?” Sylvia replied in a drowsy contented purr.

“You’re about to start a new adventure in your life, going off to college. You’ll meet new friends and see new places. You’ll have a whole new world to explore.” Richard said laconically as he stoked Sylvia’s warm damp skin along her flanks and back.

“Yeah... I guess so... it does seem a little scary though.” Sylvia said, turning her head to look Richard in the face, or at least part of his face, his chin being the prominent feature in the position she was laying.

“Scary? Are you thinking about changing your mind and staying here?” Richard said a little more alert but not yet ...