Crimson Skies – New Short Story

“Isn’t it beautiful?” the young boy enquired with a hint of awe as he gazed at the crimson sky whilst sitting himself beside the old veteran scout. “Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight,” he continued.

“Oh it’s beautiful alright, but it’s sure no delight. That there is the glow of a great fire. A fire in the direction we needed to be headed.”

The boy stood, “Fire?”

“A mighty one too, to make the heavens so red. My guess would be the city burns just as brightly.”

“Then we must go back! If our path is blocked by fire, we must go back.”

“Look around you boy! There’s a vast world out there waiting for us to discover it. So the sky burns red now, in the morning it may be different. One things for certain though, we’re never going back. Never!”

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Winter’s Hold

I see the appendage of a tree, stripped bare like bones ravaged by natures scavengers. I see the rock, ancient, towering and monumental. It is grey synonymous with the old. I see death, sadness and forlorn without hope. Much like the faces of those looking out from within. The land is gripped in Winter’s hold. It is cold and foreboding. All recoiling from her icy touch.

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Angel of Night

I dreamed of you again last night
You seem to come to me now more than ever
I felt the embrace of your loving arms
Your sweet tender kiss upon my cheek
And yet you made no move
Save to hold close to your heaving bosom

You hushed me back to sleep
Your fingers running through my hair
But I could feel your tears of sorrow
As they landed upon my skin
And I know you hate for me to see you
So I closed my eyes and held you tight

When I awoke I knew you’d be gone
As you’ve done so many times
I also know you cannot stay
As you’re needed somewhere else
But you’ll return when I need you most
My Angel of the Night

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My Addiction

She was laid on the bed in a state of undress, her pose inviting and yet discreetly covering parts of herself she didn’t want him to see……..yet. He stood in the door way breathing in the fumes of her vape that she blew in his direction. He loved that about her. He’d mention something briefly in a conversation, and she’d remember in finite detail. Like the look over the glasses she just him. It was too much of a turn on.

He entered her room and, grabbing her ankles pulled her down the bed rotating her onto her front. His large powerful hand cracked across the arse leaving a stinging red mark on the cheek. She wimpered in extacy. Forcefully parting her legs, he brought her up so as to kiss her intently across her lips and inner thigh. Grounding loudly, she gripped the bed sheets tightly, muffling the sounds by burying her head in a pillow.

His hands cupped her breasts and, grabbing them tightly, pulled her onto his aroused state. She took him eagerly. For too long she had dreamed of being taken forcefully by him, and to feel him inside of her was pure unadulterated heaven. As their bodies entwined and writhed on the bed, she lost all sense of who she was. He left tell tale marks all over her body as they continued to gift themselves to each other.

When the deed was done, he held her him his arms refusing to let her go. Her body was shaking with exhausted excitement. Her dream had become reality. He promised with a delicate whisper that it would be forever be her reality.

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The Mirror NSFW +18

She stood in front of the full length mirror and looked at her naked body, tutting as her eyes saw flaws that only she knew where there. As she posed, trying to feel somewhat sexy, hands appeared into view and cupped her breasts. Fingers squeezed her nippels forcing a whimper of a moan as she closed her eyes. The hands began to explore her body, as she felt kisses being placed upon her neck and along her shoulders. Her breathing began heavy. Her own hands slammed as she braced herself against the mirror, her legs quivering as she felt herself being entered. Slow, forceful thrusts combined with passionate kissing as hands returned to grab her breasts. It didn’t take long to feel her juices gushing from her aching vagina as her lovers attention momentarily paused between deeper, more attentive thrusts. A loud uncontrolled, and primal moan escaped her otherwise panting lips, forcing her to open her eyes and thus dispelling her lovers touch. She stood looking in the full length mirror, bent over touching the glass. There was nothing wrong with her imagination, and judging by how wet the carpet was below her, nor her ability to make herself cum.

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Inappropriate Thoughts NSFW +18

“Oh wow! I wonder what she looks like naked.”

It was a thought that crossed my mind on many occasion, and normally I’d whip out my cock and play with it until the desired effect had been reached. But she was standing right in front of me. Not exactly the right place or time, add to the fact she was probably used to much bigger and better.

“You seem distracted,” she said. “Is there something on your mind?”

I couldn’t tell her that I wanted my head between her legs sucking the lips of her vagina, and my tongue lapping up the cum dribbling from her. I couldn’t express that I want to suck on her huge nipples and squeeze her perfectly formed breasts whilst my cock fucked her soaking wet pussy. How could I explain that I wanted to fuck her ass whilst her tits swayed beneath her.

All I could muster through my smut ridden mind was,

“No, I’m fine thanks!”

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Brief Encounter NSFW +18

The late night heat was tempered by a slight breeze wafting through the chiffon drapes and open window. She lay on the bed, naked for her own comfort, on her stomach reading. Was it perverse that I stood outside staring, mildly aroused by the curvature of her bottom and the definition of her legs?

What possessed me to climb through that window so stealthily I’ll never know, but there I was stood at the foot of her bed. Placing both my hands on her calves, I began to massage them intently. She gaze a quick glance back with a smile and returned to her reading.

Had she known I was outside? Heard me come in? Was she expecting me? I continued to rub her legs, slowly getting higher as much as I dared. My fingers slipped between her thigh, rubbing deeply into her muscles, occasionally flicking across her now wettening pussy. She groaned but continued to read.

I changed position, coming to stand beside her. I focused my attention on her shoulders and back. Trailing my fingers down her spine I worked the small of her back and the cheeks of her arse. Occasionally I’d run my finger down her side touching her breasts.

She rolled over and said nothing. Still reading her book, she just smiled. It was an invitation to massage fully her breasts and squeeze her nipples. She clearly wasn’t reading as she’d been on the same page for ages.

Just then a noise outside the room startled her. I made my leave as quickly and quietly as I entered, turning back to see her mum enter her room as she covered herself in a silk sheet from off the bed.

I returned the following night, but the window was closed fast and curtains drawn. No sign of that amazing delectable body.

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