1. BLITHE


    Date: 10/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male / Females, Romance, Author: Gentalman, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    find about everything you could imagine in the back, where the junkyard seemed to grow. Even an old VW van and a rusting tractor sat off to one side, mostly gutted from scavenging part seekers. Blithe had a post office slash mayor’s office slash county clerk’s office sitting across the street from the gas station. You could get a marriage license, mail out invitations, and get married; all in the same place. Talk about one stop shopping; sheesh. A little brown church, just like in the hymn, sat at one end of the town with tombstones on each side. It was in need of paint and repairs, but the bell still rang on Sundays. A historical colonial mansion sat at the other end, cattycorner of the mom and pop store. Two stories of brick sat behind white pillars of marble that sat behind a circled driveway that sat behind a wrought iron fence. With rose bushes and a few trees in the front, you could almost imagine horses and buggies pulling into the place, letting guys wearing top hats and girls carrying umbrellas out at the front door. They claimed Robert E. Lee had spent the night in that pillared landmark. Why, even a plaque on the iron fence claimed he had. That’s why they named it the Lee Mansion. Seems the previous owner was happier with that name than his own. That was the reason I was here. My dad had a dream of making that old mansion a bed and breakfast. It didn’t seem to take him long to make his dream a reality either. He pulled some investments to re-invest in it, thanks to ...
    my mom and her skills. By summertime, it was repaired, remade, and opened for business. Now, while my mom worked in the city where we used to live, advising people on where to place their money, I was here cleaning rooms and making beds for the newly established Blake’s Bath and Blankets; aka the BBB. My dad would don glasses and pen, and sit in his office tackling paperwork and coffee in the mornings, claiming he was “Working hard.” But usually, it was on a crossword while I knocked on doors to clean the previous night’s party and puke off of the windows and floors. What gave people an 'I don’t care' attitude anyway? From elderly couples traveling to the historical places of the nation, to university students seeking a private get-together with roommates and one night stands; most had no qualms about someone else cleaning up after them. One thing was for sure, it would be a surprise for me either way when I walked into a room. Either the room was neat and tidy, or trashed beyond recognition. Taking a bet with myself on one or the other, I knocked on the door in front of me. “Room service” I called, and waited patiently. I was scared the first time I knocked on someone’s door. Think about it, you’re liable to meet somebody you don’t know in any kind of mood you can imagine, and cursing you for disturbing them or begging you to polish their shoes. I eventually got over it though and now it was like putting on pants. You just do it without thinking about it. No worries on this ...
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