Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... story about what happened though. Cam smiled and said he’d sit down and tell him about it, maybe over some beer and catfish. Both men shook hands again and parted ways with smiles. Richard going inside his inherited getaway fishing shanty, and Cam driving off with Walter in the back seat of the cruiser.

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Duke took one last look around his workshop, the current piece he was working on was nearly finished by the tool bench. All of his tools had been cleaned and put in their place, the wood shavings and saw dust had been swept up and discarded. With a longing that bordered on that of a man dying of thirst, he eyed the half full quart jar of moonshine on the top shelf of the tool bench from where he stood by the door. His hand on the light switch, about to turn the lights out… Duke had to close his eyes and will himself to turn and exit the door.

Caroline was still standing at the porch rail, now leaning on the post with her left side so that she was at the top of the short stairs. She watched as Duke made his way slowly across the yard towards the house. He had both hands in his pockets and even in the faint light of the stars and the rising moon, Caroline could see that he had his head down in thought. She had seen Duke like this many times before. He was fighting his inner demons. She knew that at heart he was a good man. He loved her and the girls, there had never been a doubt of that, ever. She wished more than anything that she could fix him so that ...

... he wouldn’t struggle as he did.

Duke seemed to sense her presence in the dark shadow of the porch so he stopped at the base of the stairs. With her standing on the porch and he on the ground, they were nearly eye to eye when Duke looked up from his feet. Caroline had her hands clasped in front of her at her waist, probably to keep from wringing them or making a fist he thought to himself.

With forlorn expression and sad eyes, Duke looked into the face of the woman he had married some twenty years ago. He saw hurt and pain, and stubborn resistance and a glimmer of hope… and something that melted his heart. Duke saw the eyes and the love of the girl he grew up with, and had loved more than his own life.

His eyes clouded with tears blurring his vision, his bottom lip and jaw trembled even as he clenched his jaw muscles tight to keep from blurting out a stream of apologies and promises that he knew she wouldn’t believe or even listen to. Caroline’s face was a feminine reflection of his own, her lip trembling as well. She reached out her hands, bringing them to the sides of his face to draw him to her chest. His face nestling in the hollow of her throat, just above modest neckline of her dress and apron.

The act was so motherly that Duke couldn’t help but to catch a sob in his throat as the tears began to spill out of his eyes and onto her neck and collar bone. He shook in her hands as she ran them to the back of his head and caressed his neck and shoulders. Caroline’s ...