Author: Rated_C

With her feet dangling off the edge of the porch she took a deep breath, absorbing the serenity of her surroundings; the soothing breeze brushing across the orchard, the smell of freshly ripened apples growing in the trees, and the cold wet grass under her feet tickling her as she swung them to and fro. Completely lost in the tranquility of the moment she failed to notice the screen door creak open.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked.

Barely able to gather herself “Hmm? Oh, yeah sorry” she replied.

“Well I picked a few this morning if you would like some?” he proclaimed.

Without hesitation “Yes please.”

Getting up she walked towards the door, opening it he motioned for her to go first. The moment she set foot inside she spotted the apples on the countertop, the crimson color contrasted with the room.

Walking towards them she felt a tug at her arm,

“Now now, I picked those. If you want one, they aren’t free” he stated.

“Oh? And what must I do for them?” she questioned.

“Fruit for fruit, I’ll take whatever your body has to offer” he declared. Read more »

Looking back she cannot seem to remember the events of the previous night, her body seemingly sore for no reason. As the haze of the morning light covered the room it peered in through her eyelids, forcing her awake. With her eyes barely able to open, they began scanning the room searching for something, only briefly noticing a silhouette exit the room.

The door closes shut as the vague shadow disappears; her mind trying to recall what may have transpired the night before causing her such pain. Shaking her head,

“I don’t have time for that, there’s work to do,” she thought to herself.

Stammering to get out of bed she slowly placed both of her feet on the ground as she sat up. Using all the strength she could muster at the time she lifts herself, stretching in attempt to further wake herself.

As she shuffled her feet, one in front of the other, creeping towards the door she began to feel the silk of her pajamas softly brush up against her skin. Oh how soft and comforting they were, but alas there is work to be done. Read more »

As she lies on the couch wrapped tightly in her favorite blanket trying to stay warm, she realizes the coffee she prepared was just out of arms reach on the table. Trying to manage a way to reach it without compromising her cocoon of warmth she ultimately realized that it was just too far. She called out for him, knowing he might be willing to help.

“What did you need?”He asked as he slowly entered the living room.

“The coffee on the table, it’s too far” She stated with a frown.

“Then get up and get it” he replied as he chuckled.

“But it’s too cold” she whined.

He walked up to her, slowly running his hand across the blanket towards her throat taking hold of it. As his grip tightened he leaned in next to her ear and whispered,

“There are better ways to warm you up.”
She gasped, unable to fight back with the blanket restraining her. His right hand began unraveling the blanket holding her down, just before she could speak he quickly leaned in pressing his lips to hers muffling her. As he finished removing the blanket she began quivering from the cold and excitement taking over, a small sacrifice needed to be made to stay warm. Read more »

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Looking back she cannot seem to remember the events of the previous night, her body seemingly sore for no reason. As the haze of the morning light covered the room it peered in through her eyelids, forcing her awake. With her eyes barely able to open, they began scanning the room searching for something, only briefly noticing a silhouette exit the room.

The door closes shut as the vague shadow disappears; her mind trying to recall what may have transpired the night before causing her such pain. Shaking her head,

“I don’t have time for that, there’s work to do,” she thought to herself.

Stammering to get out of bed she slowly placed both of her feet on the ground as she sat up. Using all the strength she could muster at the time she lifts herself, stretching in attempt to further wake herself.

As she shuffled her feet, one in front of the other, creeping towards the door she began to feel the silk of her pajamas softly brush up against her skin. Oh how soft and comforting they were, but alas there is work to be done. Read more »