Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... little box revealing the shiny, sparkly little ring nestled inside on the pillowy interior.

Now Gerald could feel Annie trembling in his hand. Still the surf washed in rhythmically, and the seagulls cried and circled... and she began to slowly nod her head. Slowly, but then it began to speed up until she was excitedly nodding in the affirmative as her voice didn’t seem to be working at the moment. She was choked on the powerful emotion surging through her heart and mind.

Gerald released Annie’s left hand so that he could extract the ring, with shaky fingers, from the box and then gently slide it onto her ring finger. He looked up into her tear-filled eyes to see her smiling. Annie then dropped to her knees as well, in front of Gerald and wrapped her arms around his neck and began to smother him with kisses. Sloppy, wet, tear salted, happy kisses separated by one word, over and over.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

***___***___

“So, what do you think? Can you use these to make two rings?” Deeny asked her father as she handed him two Morgan silver dollar coins.

Duke accepted the two big coins in an open palm and tossed them gently up and down to get a feel for their weight and to hear them clink like little bells. He rubbed his forefinger and thumb over them and turned them looking them over.

“Yeah, I think I can work with these. Come on, let’s go out to the shop.” Duke said with a smile and wrapped an arm around his oldest daughter’s shoulders giving her a ...

... fatherly hug.

“You two go ahead, I’ll be along shortly. Someone has to do the dishes after dinner.” Caroline said with a bemused smile as she wiped her hands on a kitchen towel that hung from her apron.

Caroline leaned against the kitchen sink as she watched her husband and eldest daughter walk across the yard towards his workshop. “Rings” she thought... “Both of my babies are all grown up and in love.”

Duke set to work fashioning rings out of the two silver coins Deeny had brought to him. He first annealed the two coins by heating them with a torch then let them cool back down slowly while he got out his punches and dies and hammers. Deeny sat on his workbench stool off to one side of the bench watching her father work his magic. She had always liked watching him craft furniture from wood, he truly was an artist.

Caroline finished cleaning up after dinner in no time at all, but she was not done yet. She had a mission. Her daughter had asked Duke to make a couple of rings for her and her lover... Yvonne. Caroline chastised herself for that. Call the woman by her name, she is and will be part of the family after all. If Deeny was sure enough to want to give the woman a ring, then it needed to be done right.

For most of her life, Caroline had been a bit of a mother squirrel in that she like to save and hang on to pretty things, trinkets and knick knacks that had special meanings for perhaps only her but they were still special. And rings, particularly a ring to be ...