Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
What is about her that makes her so much different from any other woman that I’ve known? It’s more than just her innocence: I had plenty of virgins back when I lived in the world. The real word, that is, with other people as neighbors, friends, enemies, and confidantes.
But none of them had Emma’s charm, sweetness or naïveté.
It’s like she knows something that the rest of us don’t, some arcane knowledge of how to be happy and peaceful in a world that’s so cruel and desperate.
Either way, whatever it is, she’s been haunting my thoughts since I left her on the road for the second time. This time, I didn’t hide and watch her walk away. I was afraid that the sight of her plump ass swinging from side to side would make me leap out of the woods and grab her. As much as I hate to admit it, I can feel myself starting to get attached to this strange little girl.
I want to show her things. Mostly, I want to show her dirty things. I want to show her how to fuck me like a pro, how to take my cock up her beautiful round ass. I want to show her how to deepthroat my cock until her jaw aches.
But there are other things, too. Things that happen to be a little more important than just sex. I want to show her how it’s possible to remove oneself from the world and live remotely. I want to show her that it’s okay to shun those whom we’re supposed to care for just because we happen to share blood.
That’s what scares me. It’s one thing for me to lust after this girl. Who wouldn’t? She’s got insane curves and bashful brown eyes. But the fact that I’m thinking about how it would feel to keep her in my life long-term is frightening. I haven’t had those kinds of thoughts about anyone in so long that it feels alien now.
While she’s never talked about her family, I get the sense that she and her parents aren’t exactly close. After all, she was missing for almost a whole day and she wasn’t even worried about them looking for her. That alone spoke volumes to me. If I had a girl like Emma for a daughter, I’d never let her out of my sight.
God, except there aren’t many girls like Emma. I’ve been with my share of women. Dozens. Hell, probably even hundreds. And not a single one of them has listened to me the way that Emma does.
With a sigh, I get to my feet and swagger into the kitchen. I’ve got a pot of stew on the stove and I take a wooden spoon and stir, leaning in close to inhale the fragrance of version and herbs. I wouldn’t normally eat stew this frequently: as a solitary man alone in the woods, variation in diet is one of the only opportunities I have to entertain myself.
But Emma loves my stew. So now, I always make sure that I have some on hand in case she comes sniffing around my door once again.
God, I feel like a coward. I wish things weren’t like this – I wish that I was a normal man, who lived in town. I wish that I was a normal man who could take Emma out on real dates. She seems like the kind of girl who loves ice cream parlors and movie-theater popcorn. We could go out to the movies, then get dinner and dessert afterwards.
I bet she could eat a whole forty-ounce steak by herself.
The thought of Emma eagerly wolfing down some red meat followed by ice cream and chocolate syrup makes me grin, against my better judgment. I close my eyes as I picture how happy she is when she eats: like she’s found heaven on earth.
She looks almost as happy eating as she does when she’s riding my cock.
My manhood twitches and stiffens in my pants and I groan, opening my eyes and leaning against the counter. The whole cabin is filled with the rich, meaty scent of stew and the smell is only contributing to my building arousal.
For a moment, I slide my hands into my pants and wrap my fingers around my cock. My hands are rough and calloused – they’re nothing like Emma’s soft little mitts – but it feels good, anyway. I start to move my hand up and down, groaning and grunting as my fingers massage my shaft. With my other hand, I cup my balls and begin to knead. I picture Emma’s pink lips open and waiting for me, her pink pout opening as I slide my cock towards her mouth.
I want to fuck her raw. I want to ride Emma so hard that she can’t walk after. She’ll be so sore that I’ll have to carry her to the bathroom and give her a shower as my cum leaks out of her pussy and drips down her plump thighs.