The Great Adventure

We went out and explored some trails and found the waterfall that was on the hand drawn map.

“Remember that trip we took to that remote breathtaking resort? It was breathtaking alright, it looked like something from that ghost town movie.”

“Come on Jackie, how many times do I have to apologize? I still feel bad about that.”

I really did feel bad, it was a week long trip to a secluded retreat camp in the Pennsylvania mountains. The promise of an exciting get away with the option of several exciting challenge courses sounded like just the ticket. I just missed the part that all the spectacular reviews were over a decade old. Jackie and I had always been the outdoorsy type with a love of excitement, sadly time had turned that place into something more like a camp of dismal disrepair.

“Come on Jackie, did you even look at the place I found?”

“Of course, I did!” she said in a huff with a cold glare. “What’s to make it any better than last time?”

“Trust me, plus what happened to your sense of adventure?”

“Fine but if I hear banjos or see a half fallen in building as we drive in, I am leaving”

“Fair enough” I agreed.

A month later we were pulling up to an old swinging cattle gate. The camp sign stood over the entrance like a silent guardian, slightly weathered but still acceptable for a remote camp. The crushing stone sound as we drove in and up to the check in desk did little to help settle down our nerves until we rounded the corner and saw the check-in building. It looked clean and well maintained. I heard Jackie exhale and start to relax. A couple chickens pecked about in a small garden plot near a barn like structure. A couple came out the front to great us, I recognized them from the brochure as the people who ran the place. A quick exchange of greetings and then I had the key to our cabin and a map with an explanation of all the amenities they had to offer.

gate

Walking in the cabin Jackie gave an approving nod as I brought in our bags. It was clean and had that rustic wooden smell of an infrequently used building but also the smell of cleaners that said it had been kept up for visitors. Jackie walking into the bathroom and let out a gasp.

“Look! It is clean! These is nothing growing in the tub or sink. This is how a place should be.”

“You are never going to let me live that down, are you?” I said with a half joking tone.

“This might redeem you.” She replied with a playful punch to my shoulder.

We went out and explored some trails and found the waterfall that was on the hand drawn map. It was good being out in nature again. The smell of the woods, the feel of shade cool breezes and the sound of the playful water dancing along the rocks. There were the remains of a crumbling stone building, it had a danger sign on the boarded doorway. Dusk was setting in as we headed back to the camp, a distant owl hooted and the sound of the nocturnal animals waking began. We arrived at the cabin as the first stars began to shine bright in the sky, it was breathtaking being out away from the city lights. A bowl of fruit was sitting on the porch with a note if we wanted dinner to come up to the main house. Snacking on the fruit the adventure of the day started to sink in as we decided to call it and get some sleep. It did not take long before we both crashed hard.

My eyes fluttered open, the disorientation of waking up in a strange place took a second to settle out. A trip to the bathroom as my brain caught up with where I was, Jackie was just waking up too. After a Danish and coffee, we were back on the trail. There was a cave on the map I wanted to explore. Jackie was never keen on going underground but she reluctantly agreed. It did not take long to find it. Once we entered, squeezing past the boards that were roughly put up to keep it closed to large animals, it was a perfect escape.

“So, did I find a good place for an adventure?”

“Yeah, I guess. You know these old caves give me the creeps.”

As we pushed in further it opened to a large space. It was easy to tell it had been used as storage or living space before. It was that quiet you only get in a cave, the silence that makes your ears strain and the breathing of the person with you sounds like stormy gusts. Slowly stroking my hand down Jackie’s back made her whole-body shudder. I made no reservations what was on my mind as I pulled her close, pressing my body against her. Hot breath on the nape of her neck as she melted back into my arms. Reaching around I slowly unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall exposing her to the cool air of the cave. Her nipples hard and erect in the dim light from out lamps, aching to be touched and toyed with. I took her hand and led her to a formation that could be used to lay her back on, slowly undressing her as I let my hands caress and explore her flesh. My tongue tracing along all the places she craved to have attention payed to. As I shifted and manipulated her body, I noticed notches in the rock. They would be perfect to tie her to, too perfect as a welling of excitement and dread grew.

“I don’t thing we are the first people to use this rock.”

Jackie gave a perplexed then a wicked smile.

“I wonder what evil things are you thinking? Shall I be your prisoner or sex toy?”

All I could think was that it was going to be an amazing week of adventure and naughty fun.

To be continued…?

Come enjoy the wicked fun

”Wicked
 

A Careful look

Look carefully. Closer. Come on don’t you see it? The window to the bottom left. Yes there. See her face? Doesn’t she look like she is trying to get your attention? Oh My god Sam, how can you be so daft?

The words rang in my head as I walked down the hall. It was a simple assignment for the photography class. Now one of the pictures I took, who knows where, shows what appears to be a woman in distress. I feel a twinge of guilt and a since of foreboding, a need to find and help her if I can. Walking along the path I took before I feel different, no longer struck by the architecture or beauty. I am trying to pinpoint the place of potential darkness, a house of horror, a den of iniquity.

Cutting around the corner of 7th street I start to take it all in, that carefree morning with me whipping my camera around. The coffee shop, that decadent aroma of the pastries wafting out the doorway. The chirping of birds and cooing of pigeons, lifting the camera I try to remember where I aimlessly wandered next. There down that alleyway, the one with the twisted stop sign. The smell of urine and trash, the almost tangible feel of human desperation. A crash and I lower my camera, the stray scurries off in a hurry hissing and spitting for me disturbing its hiding place. Suddenly I feel aware of everything around.

There, that is the next turn, behind that fence, down that row between the crumbling houses. Yes, the couple flowers that once stood proud in defiance of the concrete, now they are trampled from foot traffic. The store on the corner with fruit stand sitting empty out front, the closed sign and a chain on the door. That feeling of wishing I could get inside and explore the urban ruin. See what there was to discover. Out of habit I peer in through the first window. I wonder what stories and secrets this building could tell. Turning left I continue, orange barrels on the road, caution tape dangles in the breeze around the piles of rubble. The old homes knocked down in the name of progress, gentrification is creeping in like slithering tendrils, the face of the neighborhood being carved into something different.

The ditch I crossed walking on the makeshift bridge of pipes and plywood. The small fish playing in the pool below, trapped in their own world, maybe for the best. They would be quickly devoured in the city park lake with all the bigger fish that wait for a morsel to snap up. There, yes that way, the brick stands out. A mix and match of bricks put together like some art deco attempt for the building’s esthetics, I am here. My heart is racing as I look at the building, looking for the window. I do not see it. Looking back at the picture I check again. Looking and studying I draw closer to where it should be. Still I do not see the opening where the desperate face appeared. I almost missed it; fresh mortar sun dried but still not tainted by the filth of the area is barely noticeable. The brick perfectly cut to hide the once window.

My mind racing as I walk around looking for an entrance. I feel a shudder of apprehension as the old door screeches like an old woman wailing. The flicker of light from a few open doors along the hall provides the only illumination. Bulbs long burned out dangle from the walls and ceiling like claws reaching out. A sound at the end of the hall, glowing eyes peering back. My flashlight not strong enough to reach through the darkness as I strain to make out what is focused on me. With camera in hand I decide this is the only way to know. A bright flash of light turns the darkness into daylight for a moment. My eyes try to recover as I look at the screen of my camera. A head on a table, the hair flowing over the side. A blank stare from the open eyes, the makeup is perfect. The skin pale as moonlight cast through a window. The table covered in cans and wrappers, bottles and trash litter the hall. I feel the need to run growing as the desire to explore pulls me further in.

dark hall

Shhhh, the sound causes me to freeze. My ears ache listening for a sound, my eyes straining to see everything they can. Reaching the table my mind spinning from thoughts and ideas, scenarios play over in my head. Now I wonder if I will be found. Shhhh again. The door in front of me cracked open. My best guess is that it would be the place that housed the woman in the picture. My hand shaking as I push it open.

An explosion of dust and movement, heads, arms and other body parts cascade from the ceiling. Rational thinking has left the building as well as my mind. I trip over an arm, face first crashing on the floor. My head now swimming as the room spins and seems to fade. My thoughts drift between horror and desperation flowing into inky nothing.

 

I can’t move as fear has frozen every part of my being. A shuffling sound behind me, the sudden pain of a stun stick. The shadowy figure now looming over me, reaching down the smell of dirt and filth as it pulls me down the hall. Being tossed out of a side dock door I fall crashing to the ground. The figure looming overhead. I can see it now, a man. The old green jacket, tattered but still recognizable, the face haggard by time, one of the lost and forgotten.

“Get away from my home.” His voice aged but stern “Leave me and my girls alone you pervert. The are mine you hear? Next time I catch you snooping around here I won’t be so nice, now get!”

I staggered to my feet. Still trying to grasp what had happened. The old building’s sign gave me a clue to at least part of the question as it boasted home of the manikin factory. As for the old man, the woman in the window, this whole excursion seemed to bring me more questions than answers.

The Key of Love

Beth looked at the box, her hands still shaking as she thought of how to give it to him. She knew she was ready, it was time for the next step. Her only anxiety was if he would step back in fear. She had dreamed of the day she would truly be his, forever. As the sun sank low over the horizon she knew he would be there in a few minutes. The low rumble of his muscle car down the street always got her engine going, as it drew closer she got that twinge and cursed herself. Her panties were damp thinking about his strong arms and piercing blue eyes. The engine came to a stop and cut off in her driveway, her heart only raced faster.

 

Peering out the window Beth saw him get out of his car, the long dark duster wrapped around him keeping the cold night air from his perfect body. Heath looked right to where she was looking out and smiled. He drove her crazy doing that, always knowing where she was, what she was doing. No time for that now as his boots made a familiar thud on the wooden steps and then the ring of the doorbell. She opened and sank to her knees as always requested. The smell of dirt from his boots and the leather still damp from the night made her quiver. The lazy curl of black hair fell down over one of his eyes as he looked down at her.

Beth looked up from the floor into those eyes as he reached down and tussled her hair and then put a finger under her chin. Lifting her slowly to her feet till she stood looking him eye to eye. Heath presented her with flowers like always, he met all of Beth’s mother’s expectation of the gentleman her daughter was to marry. For a moment Beth blushed as the thought of him being perfect in so many ways crossed her mind and made her even wetter. Heath smiled and kissed her. No words needed to be said as she reached down and unzipped his pants and again knelt down.

Slowly releasing his growing cock she licked her lips and began to kiss and suck him like he had taught her to do. Before him this was disgusting, but now it was a love and desire to please that drove her. Her naked body shimmered in the dim light of the room till he stopped her and locked his fingers in her hair. In a deft move she was bent over the coffee table and his weight pinned her there. A quick gasp as she felt him enter her. Slow thrusts at first till she became accustomed to his girth then he ravaged her body till releasing a flood of his seed in her.

His kisses now fell on her neck and down her spine as she felt every inch of her body was alive. He laid her on the couch and caressed her all over before kissing her soft lips again. His hand rested on her belly for a few minutes while they kissed. As he broke their kiss he left his hand in place and looked deep in her eyes.

“What did the doc…”

His words were cut off as she handed him the box. He opened it slowly and looked inside. A smile grew slowly across his face.

“You’re serious?” He asked

“Yes” Beth’s voice shook as she replied “I have never been so sure of anything before in my life. And the doc said six week.”

“You know there are other options if you want? Of course I will support you in whatever you decide.” Heath almost stumbled on the last few words.

“Well now look who is getting cold feet” Beth chided “Come on, let’s go to the bed room and make love again.”

Heath followed her and entered behind and pushed her on the bed playfully as they now fell into a light of wild passion. She used to hold back but tonight there was nothing to worry about. She didn’t even care if the neighbors heard as Heath brought her to orgasm after orgasm in every way he could imagine. She fell asleep her head on his chest knowing Heath would love her forever.

She woke alone in the early morning, Heath wasn’t there in her bed as for a moment she began to panic. Had he run? Her question was answered as she heard him walk back in the room. The box was open on the table She could see the shape of the key in the dim light. She took a deep breath as she picked it up and leaned down and kissed her. This time he entered her roughly, taking his lover in wild passion. Her body went into a wild orgasmic series of waves. Then she felt the cold pierce her chest as the key had been opened and revealed the blade. Heath had made it the perfect night for her as the steel cut into her heart. He leaned over kissing her as she felt her body fall into the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Afterwards Heath sat there looking at her beautiful body. He knew she was right in her choice, the cancer would have taken her piece by piece and this was her choice. He lifted the chalice and took a long drink and climbed onto her body and made love one last time to her. He felt the effects start to take him too. He smiled as he laid his head on her shoulder. His eyes closing as he would no longer feel the pain of his own terminal battle…

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