CAW 21 inspired short - Sex Stories

CAW 21 inspired short

... cold, wetness splashed on its roof, it heaved a soft sigh and settled in for the rain which was surely to follow in the wake of the heralding wind. Another day found the mansion, sunlight came racing down the trees which surrounded it, hit the gargoyles on its roof, then the warming rays stroked over its roof, heating up the cold, clammy tiles, making it feel much better. The rain of the previous evening was hard and short-lived, there was enough drainage to drain the waters away from its foundations and basements. Yes it had more than one basement, practically a basement and a sub-basement. The sub-basement had been unexplored and unused after the passing of the second owner. The mansion gave a satisfied sigh as the sun dried the remaining dampness from it, there was so much satisfaction in feeling the damp leaving its exterior and to feel the warmth soaking into its old stones. It watched as a car entered the gravel road leading to the huge iron-wrought gate of the grounds on which it stood. Usually when a car entered the gravel road, it meant that it was somebody coming to see the mansion, to walk the grounds around it and inspect the out buildings. It knew that it was supposed to feel a sort of kinship with these buildings. But there was just no awareness from them and it seemed that they had no life. Never in all the years that it had been standing in place, did any of these buildings ever show any inclination towards communication or even showing the slightest ...

... indication that they had at the very least a small amount of self-awareness like it had. The car was followed by the now familiar silver Honda of the person called an “agent” and agent of what the mansion had no idea, it did know that this female person always came here with potential buyers for the past twelve years. It had seen her mature into a woman, when she started at the age of nineteen, she was young and what most people called naive, but over the years she had grown self-assured and she knew exactly what she wanted to do and how to do it. It had heard her once mutter in a voice which nobody was supposed to hear, that the mansion seemed to be cursed and that it was extremely difficult to find a buyer for property with such a stigma attached to it. Of course the mansion knew that it was not cursed. There was no strange energies tied to it, nothing that had happened inside of its walls had anything to do with it. It all was the folly of the humans, they always tried to change it, never accepted that it looked the way it looked. The car came to a halt and one door opened, a man stepped from the car and looked the mansion over, it could feel the man’s gaze, it lingered, did not penetrate and seemed to me more of an assessing than critical gaze. The mansion studied the man as the man studied it, there was something very familiar about this human, but what it was, the mansion could not yet tell. The Honda came to a halt behind the man and the woman got out, it was not the same woman ...