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My eyes are closed but yet I see. I see figures, A figure. It is strange but familiar. A woman? Ah yes, a woman. I caught her fragrance before I could see her. It’s sweet and refreshing. I can’t see her fully but I hear a whisper, “hello”, It’s a gentle voice, soft and sweet. Almost like, like a soft melody in the wind blowing through the trees.
She moves closer. I can see a gleam in her eyes as she smiles. She lowers her head with a shyness to her. I reach up and gently touch her cheek and raise her head to see her face. Just then I see her eyes close as she gently lays her face in my hand. She raises her hand and touches mine and she smiles. This is the first time we meet but we seem to know each other. I can feel my heart pound so hard its hard to breath. She takes my hand and lays it on her chest and I can feel her heart pound just as hard as mine. We both giggle.
I run my fingers through her hair and brush it back from her face. Her hair is, is so soft. Like the inner stuffing of the willow. As I take her hand and pull her to me, she lays her head and hand on my chest. She sighs as I hold her. Not to tight. I can feel her breath. She softly whispers, “Its nice to meet you.” I kiss the top of her head and whisper back, “it is very nice to meet you!”
As we stand there together, me holding her in my arms, we say nothing. We just listen each other breath and our hearts beat. It’s, its like a sweet melody.
After a while she looks up at me with a smile. I reach down to touch her face. I gently run my hands down her cheek, and I brush her lips. They are so soft. Ever so gently I lean in to kiss her. It’s a very soft and gentle kiss but long. I feel her breath on my cheek. With my right arm I hold her waist and my left hand I cradle her head. She pulls back while her hands are on my chest and we smile. We don’t say a word as we look deeply into each others eyes.
As we stand there we know our time with each other is over. I can see the glassyness in her eyes. She does not want to leave, I don’t want her to either. I feel a sadness come over me because I know she is leaving……for now. As she turns to walk away, we still hold each others hands. They gently slide from each other to the very tip. I watch her walk away and ask her, “can I see you again?” She turns and with a deep look and that beautiful smile, she says, “I’d like that very much.” “So until we meet again”, I say to her as she walks away. 

After some nice feedback from my first post a while back I’ve done some corrections and expanded certain parts of the following stories. I think it’s better than the first time around for sure. Let me know what you think! =)

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**The Run**

A quick, frantic rustle in the dry leaves of the underbrush next to the trail startled Claire as she jogged down the path leading to the riverside park. She picked up her pace, thinking she’d probably frightened whatever little animal or bird was venturing out for an evening scavenge more than she had been. She checked her watch and her pace was on par as she came out of the summer turning to fall foliage and onto the riverside, 45 min to go. There were trails all over this valley, some high, rough, and rarely visited, high up on the hill, and others packed smooth and wide, crowded with families and casual walkers along the river. Claire liked both and usually tried to find a mixed route, quiet seclusion in the forest where she could push herself, and some moments to catch her breath on the more crowded paths where she’d spring past walkers and catch the eye of fellow runners. Read more »

Pulling his cock out of the young girls ass he answered “What’s the problem Bella?” “Just a quick call from the River Ranch up on the plains above. Send help…” That was all but the girl sounded desperate then the line went dead Bella told him. Drake growled at the clock showing 4am. Send me the GPS and I’ll be there ASAP.
Drake dressed and shoved the homely slave out the door as he made his way to his SUV and drove up to the roof of the canyon, the plains.
He paused at the entrance to the River Ranch. It was corn they grew here and the long driveway was lined with it. Pulling up to the house with his red and blue lights flashing because he didn’t know what to expect. Drake saw the motorcycles and dune buggys used by raiders in the desert. Being next to a river the River Ranch was a likely target.
He checked his ammo and his gun. Two men came at him from the darkness and each got two in the chest. Drake loaded a new clip and entered the house. He could hear women screaming from upstairs. Cautiously he climbed the stairs anticipating another ambush. Halfway up a raider turned the corner and Drake put one in his head and one is his chest. The screaming stopped and a bit of commotion from the door to his left at the top of the stairs.
Under the door he saw movement. A shadow moving, then it was still. “An ambush. Really.” He smirked as he unloaded 4 rounds into the door and nearby wall. There was a heavy thud of a body hitting the floor. Drake knew he hit his mark. He paused, waiting for any movement, there wasn’t any.
Kicking in the door he scanned the room quickly. A young slave beaten but alive, a biker dead behind the door. “Are there any more.” he hissed at the girl. She shook her bloodied head. He did a cursory search of the house and finding the bleeding head of the house and roused him.