1. BLITHE


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

    “Slow her down past this curve.” he instructed, “Be making a left pretty soon.” I came around the curve and saw a blacktop driveway. “Is that it?” I asked, noticing two stone pillars supporting a double wrought iron gate with an arched sign that formed the words “Sun Crest” that connected them. A crescent sun divided the two words. A camera sat on top of the left one and a call box was planted on the side of the driveway. A plaque embedded in the right pillar had the address “BOX 198” inscribed. “That’ll be home.” he replied. “I don’t have my clicker so you’ll have to put in the code.” I pulled up to the box and stopped. The masonry on the pillars was impressive and I couldn’t even guess how much a structure like that would weigh. The sign arched between them had cut outs of deer heads facing each other. The blacktop ran under the gate and traveled out of sight past more trees. I guess he grew tired of watching me sit there with my mouth open and a dumbfounded look on my face. “1928” he said. “What?” I asked, turning to address him. “The code.” he explained, “Same as the year we founded this place.” “You live here?” I asked, now comparing him with the scene in front of me. The two didn’t seem to match at all. “Bred, born, and raised.” he assured me. I had to translate that into plain English. ‘So he was conceived here, his mother gave birth to him here, and he grew up here.’ I imagined. Each one seemed to have its own story behind it. I thought it was a whole lot to say in ...
    just three words. I typed in the number and the gate separated. I took it slow passing through, so I could make note of the natural beauty of bushes in bloom and the shade of trees hovering over us. Our presence disturbed the birds and they chirped their complaints as they flew from tree to tree. It was like entering a fairy tale. The blacktop went up an incline and I noticed the tree tops filling in my rearview mirror. The sun, setting in the west, lit up the hillside and the road ahead of me. At its peak, we hit a plateau of bluegrass with a large brick home ahead of us. To the left of the road was a well, matching the brick and roof of the house, encased in flowers. To the right was a car port, with the same matching features, housing a bronco, Chevy F1500, and a BMW. Henry was obviously delusional. I could see him as a farmhand here, maybe. But living here, giving me the impression that he owned the place was just too much. I sure couldn’t picture him behind the wheel of a BMW. Silos, the size of rockets, appeared behind the house and Henry directed me around to the back. I followed a path that lead to a valley with acres of farmland. It stretched as far as I could see, bordered by wilderness. Large farm equipment scattered around an enormous barn. The house sat on a ridge overlooking an intricate, multifaceted network of livestock, dairy, and agriculture. A pattern of squares, shaped with different plants, grew in an overwhelming span that had to be measured in miles. ...
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