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Slowly, he becomes aware and still feels a warm glow of pleasure. For all of that pleasure, he could have done anything. It wasn't often that he felt this way and as time passed, he felt more and more guilty about the lack of companionship. Not believing that his previous relationship would ever end, he created a dream scenario and lived in it for many years. Now he has to get away from it.
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Shambles and Dust
Blame Ball
Jeremy McHarry
Shambles and Dust / 9th of series: Blame Ball / By Jeremy McHarry
Published 2023 by Bentockiz
e-book Imprint: Calkden Norsh
e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden
e-book ISBN: 9789198826784
e-book editing: Athens, Greece
Cover Images created via AI art generators
Table of Contents
Title Page
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Introduction
Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.
It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.
This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.
This may be the start of something amazing!
Chapter One
In the kitchen, he’s cleaned up their lunch dishes and finished fixing the fresh batch of iced tea. She steps into his arms and hugs him tightly as she tells him, “Thank you for all of your love, support, and encouragement, for picking me up at the airport, for giving me so much pleasure earlier, and for making me laugh. However, you could have been somewhat less successful on that last one.”
“Why?”
“Because I almost peed my panty.”
He leans over and nibbles on one of her ears as he quietly tells her, “It was already damp.”
She gasps as pleasure surges into her and she quickly requests, “Make it that way again!”
Chapter Two
He grasps her on each side of her waist, picks her up, turns, sits her on the kitchen counter, steps between her spreading legs, and kisses her with abandon. Her feet move to behind his legs and she pulls their bodies even tighter together as she responds to his kiss with equal fervor. For a little while, they struggle to keep the desire banked at the kiss and breathe level. While he caresses her face with one hand as they’re both panting for breath, she pulls his other hand down to her breast and he barely begins to caress it when she cries out with her pleasure. He moves it away then moves it towards her other breast and just starts to caress it when she climaxes with another cry.
As she pants for breath, he gently lays her back onto the kitchen counter. She almost climaxes at seeing him standing there between her wide spread legs with their pubic areas separated by only a few pieces of cloth. He reaches up and begins to unbutton her shirt then she groans as his wrists brush over her aching nipples. When her shirt is unbuttoned, he spreads it wide, then begins to caress seemingly all over her bare skin, her sides, her upper abdomen, and her upper chest while he barely bypasses her lacy bra. She drops her hands to her sides, arches her back, and begs him to touch her swollen nipples then cries out when he does.
As she lays back down while she pants for breath, the pleasure fills her so full, it seems like another single drop will overflow her. Through half closed eyes, she sees his hands move, then groans as she feels him unhook her bra and open it wide. He lowers himself over her while she groans again as his upper abdomen presses down on her just above her pubic area then she groans louder as he kisses her between her breasts. Her legs tighten as she tries to close the minuscule gap between their bodies. She wishes she had longer arms to undo his pants and pull him into her then all is forgotten except the pleasure when she climaxes with a scream as his lips and tongue excite every nerve ending in one of her nipples.
She can only gasp for breath, then scream again as his lips and tongue excite her other nipple. He slowly pushes himself up while he trembles with his own desire and is surprised he feels it so strongly after his recent release. As he stands up, he looks down, sees her wide spread bare legs, her uncovered damp panty and he barely stops himself from undoing his pants and entering her, but he can’t stop himself from rubbing his thumbs across the bottom of her panty. She screams with her orgasmic pleasure and collapses.
It seems like only then can he gain just enough control of himself to step back, push her limp legs together and pull her skirt back to its proper position. For several minutes, he stands next to her and braces himself on the counter while he tries to get his breathing, then his desire, under control.
When he thinks he can manage, he gently pulls her towards the end of the counter, pauses a little then picks her up, moves the few steps to the love seat, gently lays her down, and pulls her shirt together to cover her chest. Considering how tired he feels, he’s half tempted to just drop to the floor. Instead, he gently moves her flaccid legs, sits on the love seat, straightens her legs out while he drapes them over his thighs, reclines the seat, and is soon asleep.
Slowly, Sharlene becomes aware and still feels a warm glow of pleasure. She knew she missed George, but their mutual hunger is more than she expected, wonderfully more, since she feels more relaxed and satisfied than she has in what seems like a long time. She briefly wonders how many times his touch sent her pleasure soaring over the mountain peak. For all of that pleasure, she doesn’t feel sore, then realizes he barely had to touch her for the pleasure to explode through her and not long enough for her to be able to get sore.
While her body almost feels limp, she somehow manages to get up and goes to the bathroom. After she washes herself, she gleefully puts on a clean panty and wonders if she can encourage him to dampen this one also, then realizes that her desire, rather than satisfied, merely took a short break. She takes a blanket with her back to the love seat and covers him up, then sits next to him while she looks at him. After a minute or so, he seems to relax a little more, probably as the blanket warms him up some. When she realizes that she feels a little cool herself, she goes ahead and refastens her bra and buttons her shirt back up.
Since she guesses he’ll rest for awhile yet, she takes her luggage to the bedroom and empties it, puts her grandmother’s box on the dresser to examine later, and makes a mental note to do some laundry tomorrow. She goes back to the front room and takes his luggage to the bedroom. When she’s back in the front room, she picks up her computer case, pulls out the paperwork, puts George’s and the company’s paperwork at the end of the table, and puts her own with her other personal papers.
She makes a cup of tea, turns her computer on, then downloads the last several days of emotional recordings and replaces the battery in the headband. As she reviews the recordings and makes her notes, she briefly wonders which ones will be appropriate to submit and if there should be any order or sequence. Since she doesn’t know the answers to a number of other issues, the question of which recordings to submit can wait.
When she’s finished making her notes, she hears him stir. She quickly turns her computer off, goes to the love seat, sits down, reclines her seat back even with his, turns towards him, and gently caresses his face.
He quietly asks, “Sharlene?”
“Yes, George?”
“You’re real?”
“As real as you are.”
“You’ll have to do better than that.” He opens his eyes and grins at her.
She smiles as she responds, “I can never do better than be as real as you.”
He lifts the blanket, reaches for her, pulls her to him with her clearly active cooperation, and kisses her long and gently. When he has enough breath, he proclaims, “Mmm, yes, you are real.”
She initiates the next long gentle kiss then lays her head next to his to nibble on one of his ears while her hand caresses the other side of his face. A little later, she tells him, “You’re a wonderful man, George Greyson. I feel so comfortable and safe with you. No other man has made me feel this way. On top of that, you’re so kind and gentle, so generous and compassionate. You make me laugh. You comfort me when I’m upset. You listen to what I have to say. You answer my questions to be best of your ability no matter how difficult they are.
“On top of all of that, you do things to please me, even when you aren’t real interested in doing them, like help me with the company. The icing on the cake is that you touch me and give me more pleasure than I imagined a person could ever experience. I know I’ve told you many of these things before, but I’m going to keep telling you, because every day I’m with you, they become even more true and you demonstrate them more fully.”
She lifts herself up, looks him in the eyes, and tells him, “You’re the right man for me, the only man for me. I can never love you enough for all of the love you’ve shown me.” She kisses him with such warmth, love, and tenderness he could cheerfully suffocate just to keep the kiss going longer.
When he can speak without panting for breath, he tells her, “My lady, you’re too kind. For you to take an old man into your home and into your heart, for you to be a willing and active partner in intimate activities with me of all people, is beyond my imagination. I . . . I don’t know what to say. No matter what I do for you, it can never be enough for what you’ve already done for me.”
“I understand you feel that way, and I appreciate all of your willingness and effort to do all you can for me. But none of this would have happened if you hadn’t have made the first right step. You respected me, you kept me safe, and you didn’t take advantage of me. I know you think you were only trying to do what was right, but the fact of the matter is that you did the right thing, when so many others wouldn’t have.
“You demonstrated in actions far louder than words that I can trust you, completely. You made me feel safe. You made me feel comfortable. And in so doing, you unintentionally encouraged me to look beyond the minor issue of our age difference and to see the only man suitable for me.” She kisses him and tries to put all of her conviction and sincerity into the kiss.
“Oh, lady, you make me feel special.”
“I’m glad, because you’re more special that I can possible describe.” She kisses him again as she tries to reinforce her statement as thoroughly as she can.
