Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... given to a woman needed to have a box. Caroline knew just the thing. It was the small blue velvet covered and satin lined ring box that had originally held her high school class ring from many years ago. It was just large enough to hold two rings side by side for a special presentation.

Digging to the back of a dresser drawer in her bedroom, Caroline found the blue ring box she was seeking. She opened it and looked at her class ring from school. She pulled the ring from the box and slipped it onto her finger... it still fit... of course.

Smiling, Caroline slipped the ring box into the pocket of her apron and then closed the dresser drawer. She then went to her make up vanity and pulled a couple of drawers out till she found what she was looking for... some silk ribbon... in electric blue.

Caroline measured out a length of ribbon long enough to wrap around and tie the box with a bow, then cut it and slipped that into her apron’s pocket as well. Glancing up at her reflection in the mirror, Caroline paused a moment looking at the woman there. A hand rose and pushed a few stray locks of hair from her face back over her ear.

A warm yet somehow sad smile spread on her face. She saw herself in both of her daughters, and looking at her own reflection, she also saw her own mother from long ago. She missed her mother, gone for many years now. “Enough of that.” Caroline scolded herself and turned to leave the bedroom and find her husband and daughter.

“I never realized ...

... that it was so much work.” Deeny said in awe as she watched her father using a ring press to turn the coins edge.

Before it was all the way turned, he stopped again and heated the coin/ring with the torch then set it aside to cool down once more. Meanwhile he placed the second coin that had been punched into the ring press and started turning it as well.

“The trick is to work slowly and let the metal rest so that it doesn’t stress and crack. That’s why I heat it up several times, it makes the metal more malleable so that it will bend rather than break.” Duke explained as he removed the second coin/ring from the press and turned the torch on it to heat it up again.

“Why do I sense words of wisdom about to be said?” Deeny said with a smile.

“Well, if you sense them, you probably can figure it out for yourself.” Duke said with a single raised eyebrow as if challenging Deeny.

“Trial by fire?... Tempering? Not being in a rush?” Deeny posed reflecting his one raised eyebrow with one of her own.

“You always were a little spitfire!” Duke smiled at her nudging her with his elbow.

“You mean hard headed, stubborn and opinionated?” Deeny teased back with a smirk.

“Yeah... that too. You know, I thought you and that Cam hit it off pretty good years ago. I liked that boy. He reminded me of his uncle when he was that age.” Duke confided in her as he pressed the ring he was working on in a slightly smaller tighter press.

“Cam was a nice guy, don’t get me wrong. We’re ...