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Innocenne (Chapter 3)
Posted:Sep 23, 2021 8:29 am
Last Updated:May 27, 2022 3:11 pm

Chapter 3

Jake opened the door of the cottage which was part of what was once a thriving resort in the Catskill Mountains of New York State.
He sat on the step in front of its screened in porch. The fog still had not lifted and the air was thick warm and humid.
It was eerily quiet and he noticed most of the few other guests had left. He wondered if there would be any breakfast in the dinning room and he was forward to a cup of coffee.
Still he was not in a hurry to leave the cottage. Thinking about his encounter with Raina in the dark of night he could still feel her touch and smell her body.
He looked around at the buildings which made up the resort. The dining hall which stood alone more or less centrally located for all of the quest accommodations which included ten bungalows like his. Then their was the main house which had separate rooms offering different levels of comfort and convenience, depending on your needs or budget.
There was also a dance hall which doubled as a roller skating rink at one time.
He reminisced about all the family vacations over the years which allowed escape from the excessive heat and humidity of those New York City summers, its foul smells exaggerated by that oppression.

He was both excited and nervous about seeing Raina and perhaps that was also why he was hesitating but his curiosity, desire and appetite won him over.
As he walked across the quad, the sound of the gravel under his feet seemed much louder do to the affect the heavy water laden air was having on it.
He opened the door to the dinning room and walked in. There was no one else in the room. There was a note on a table which said:
“Please help yourself to what is available here on the table and feel free to look in the refrigerator as well, as we will soon be shutting down, we are hoping to use up our food before it perishes. Thank you for your loyalty over these past many years, we are truly saddened by all that has transpired to create these changes. We hope however we will live on in your heart and memories as we know you will in ours.
Much Love Irv, Sahra and family.

There was a picture in a frame next to the note displaying a different moment in time. A tall balding man in Bermuda Shorts with his arms around a dark haired women with oversized sunglasses who was wearing a1950’s style shift and sandals. They were standing in front of a wooden sign which read, “White Pine Resort” “We hope you have a wonderful stay with us and will come again and again”

He looked at the contents on the table. There was some fresh fruit under an elegant glass dome and plate. There were some homemade muffins in a basket covered by a large cloth napkin. A butter dish and spreading knife. There was a plastic container with some sort of cereal and a thermos labeled milk and a large metal container with a spiked labeled Coffee (not decaf) and some in packets as well.There was also a vase filled with wild flowers.

Jake picked up white ceramic bowl and filed it with cereal and poured some milk over it. He fill a matching mug with black coffee and went over to a table that had a view of the tennis courts and swimming pool. They both looked forlorn. The courts were covered with debris from the pine trees which surrounded them on two sides. The pool was empty and had a cover not yet fully secured draped over two thirds of it. Yet when he looked at it he could still hear voices laughing and playing in the water and that hollow thunk of a racket striking its target.

He thought how strange it is that memories can exist in more than one moment at the same time.

He ate his breakfast and drank the perfectly brewed coffee slowly as he contemplated all that was at one time so permanent now drifting into those lengthening shadows.
That is one manner in which childhood ends but there are other ways as well which are not so kind.
Innocence (Chapter 2)
Posted:Sep 22, 2021 10:14 am
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2021 2:59 pm
Chapter 2

The She Wolf

When Jake woke the next morning, at first he wasn’t sure if what had happened the night before had been real or a dream.
Just the memory of it gave him an erection once again.
He pulled back the curtain which revealed an early morning sunrise with a layer of mist shrouding the view.
He began to get dressed and noticed an envelope at the base of the door.
There was a tuft of some sort of animal fur attached to the face of it.
He carefully opened the envelope and discovered its handwritten contents. The graceful script was definitely that of a women’s handwriting.
It read as follows:
Good morning Jake.
I hope you slept well and had interesting dreams.
I am wondering if you might like to play a game this evening?
Make sure you eat well today you will need your strength.
Take a walk to the lake down by where you like to swim at dusk, there will be some instructions waiting for you there.
Just wear your tightest shorts or bathing suit, and your loosest fitting shirt preferably the one with the open neck front which extends down your chest with the draw string attached to it. The one you wore after bathing in the lake yesterday.
You don’t have to take a shower unless you prefer it. The smell of a man can be very wild and exciting to me.
Don’t worry about any expectations you may be having. Pretend you are a hunter on an adventure. In fact wear your hunting knife with the buckskin sheath it may be useful in the wilderness.
There may be a she wolf out there waiting for you.
Just remember wolves are wild creatures and can be unpredictable. They require the freedom of nature and though they live in packs, they may also travel alone. You can often hear their deepest passion calling out at the rising of the moon.
There was a colored pencil drawing below the signature of what appeared to be half wolf and half that of a woman's face
Jake when into the bathroom and looked at his face in the mirror. He had the beginnings of a beard after a few days growth.
Normally he would have shaved but as he touched the stubble and felt the connection it gave him to his more primal inner self he decided not to.
He reached back to turn on the shower but let the water run and closed his eyes and listened to it instead of standing beneath it.
He saw a river and a waterfall appear in his mind. It was night and the moon was just rising above a rocky ledge in the distance. He could have sworn at that moment he heard a howl. It startled him and he opened his eyes.
He turned the water off.
He decided to just wash his face and crotch and backside.
He brushed his teeth and left
Posted:Sep 22, 2021 10:13 am
Last Updated:May 27, 2022 3:11 pm

Chapter One

He was about to begin his first semester the university.
He had not seen her since he was I freshman in .
He was completely smitten by her even then.
The anticipation he felt heightened all of his senses. Remembering himself as a lanky youth, that awkward stage where everything is in a state of growth but almost in some sort of chaotic frenzy.
A body developing its strength, emotions finding their roots within it. A mind seeking to explore them both.

That period where innocence, still in some sort of protective psychic womb will soon be born into a harsher world, filled with experiences, choices, and moments of danger but also intense pleasure.
We all have moments that become etched into us so deeply that we will carry them with us our entire lives and some how define why we become who we are. Or is it that we are simply being lead down a road of discovery which unveils the purpose of our lives in the here and now.
The awakening of self identity is most keenly felt through our sexuality. Curiosity is replaced by desire. Learning that passion is a fire that will either be fueled through acceptance and discovery or smothered by fear, guilt and shame.

When he arrived things looked in many ways as he remembered them. In some ways the same, yet different as well. It is a sort of trick time plays on us as we get older. Your feelings reach out but the memories are farther away.
He spent the first settling in and lost himself in those memories by returning to them.
The swim in the lake, the hike to the top of the place where the view opened up to all the beauty surrounding him.
Later that afternoon before dinner he decided to bath in the lake after working up a sweat in the heat of the days hike.
He removed his clothing and stood at the edge of the water and let the nostalgia of that moment surround him.
He suddenly had the most disconcerting feeling someone was watching him. He looked around at the woods but could not see anyone.
His body had become that of a man, well toned muscles developed by his love of sports of all kinds
He was well endowed and had absolutely everything necessary to please a women sexually but he had no experience with them.
In he was painfully shy and though the girls often approached him or flirted with him, he just felt awkward and tong tied in their presence.
Accept for her. She was older, mature, beautiful, playful and spirited.
Though that distance was not as great as he believed it was, it provided a sort of comfort to him because he did not feel the need to impress her. She made him feel something he could never fully describe.
After bathing in the water he stretched on the grass in the setting sunlight. He closed his eyes and listened to the symphony of nature all around him and the myriad of birds and insects all playing their part in the chorus.
He heard something like the soft footfall of an animal behind him. And when he sat up he thought he caught the glimpse of something or someone in the distance.
He put on his clothes and headed back to the cabin.
When he arrived, he was greeted enthusiastically by those gathered there.
Thats when she approached him and pressed her body against him giving him the gentlest of kisses on the cheek which lasted just a longer that expected, and so adding more meaning to what it represented.
They all ate and talked and the hour grew late.
Everyone went off in different directions,.
Some went outside perhaps to take in some of the crisp evening air or the endless sea of stars above the lake.
Others perhaps to read a .
He was tired from a long of reminiscing and retracing some old steps that were made by feet.

He undressed and put on some loose fitting pajama bottoms and lay in bed. It was a summer night so the window was open.
The sweet smells mingled together as they drifted into the room on a gentle breeze.
It was a familiar room to him but it wasn’t home.

He didn’t mind, he liked feeling a of place. it always added to his sense of adventure.

He was letting the thoughts of the meander through his groggy mind. The kind of thoughts that easily transition from the waking world to the one where fantasy is reality.

For obvious reasons he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Her long auburn hair, green eyes and the fullness of her mouth which made him feel a sensation in his lower extremity whenever he watched her speaking.
She had a very gentle smile and her laugh was still childlike but not childish.
She caught him at her breasts behind the open top of her loose fitting linen shirt which exposed their size and softness every time she moved beneath it.
He felt the strong heat of his blushing when she glanced him and the discomfort it created, as a result of the feeling he had, that somehow, seeing them was wrong.

She however, did not make him feel that way, she almost guided his eyes to again and then reached over the table to pick up her water glass which created an even better vantage point for him to explore their firm and blossoming shape which women often posses.

He felt his penis grow inside his pajama bottoms.

He had taken to not wearing the top as it felt too confining.

His upper body was was muscular and strong He had an athletes physique like a strong and powerful animal.

He did not have any real hair on his chest and his pubic hair was very sparse and soft just as it was his arms and on his legs.
The hair on his head was a slightly deeper shade of a similar dirty blonde color which seemed to change hues throughout all the curls. It was not cut too short and so covered his ears and the back of his nec

His restlessness subsided and he floated down stream into the valley of dreams, his youth full days and the challenges ahead.

Chapter Two

He couldn’t say when exactly it was. The room was almost pitch black except for the faintest of moonlight behind the sheer curtain.

For some time he wasn’t sure if he was awake or still dreaming.

He wasn’t startled by what came next because of the way it happened.

The first thing he felt was a soft hand caressing his very gently.
 He smelled a fragrance of some sort of flower.

The hand ever so lightly touched his lips in a motion as if to say, “Do not spea”
 For a few moments after that, there was nothing and he began thinking it was all his imagination, but he continued to lay still and he could perceive a silhouette of a woman’s body, which wasn’t naked but seemed have the sheerest of covering over so he could perceive shapes behind .
Then the shape knelt down by the bedside and he saw that was a flowing head of hair. 
A hand reached and slowly began to remove the bed sheet from his chest and pulled it down just his abdomen. Stopping there, the hand glided over his chest slowly, pausing slightly to press his nipples between fingers. Repeating this motion several times. 
Once again there came a pause and no movement just the sound of breathing which was full and rhythmic and possessed the lilt of femininity within it.

Then the hand once again reached and began removing the bed sheet from his body a further. This time just to his upper thigh.
 He had not noticed until that moment how large his penis had become until she touched his pajama bottoms.

He felt a hand slowly explore its shape for a moment and then recede.
Then he felt two hands untie the strap at the top of his pajamas carefully loosening it to expand the opening.

The breathing became a deeper and a more intense.

He realized his own breathing was almost imperceptible as he thought that if he did, the moment might vanish back into a dream.

He felt his pajama bottoms being carefully pulled down as far as just his thighs.
He could feel the cool air on his penis.
 There was once again a pause. His anticipation of what might happen next made his heart almost leave his chest, it was pounding so hard which was probably also making him harder and harder, if that were even possible.

Suddenly he felt the air of breath as a mouth open over his penis. Lips closed very gently over it and he heard a soft moan and felt its vibration around it.

He felt the slight movement of long hair upon his abdomen and thighs as the lips and mouth slowly moved up and down.
 The sound of soft moaning and wetness followed the rhythmic movements.

He felt an intense and unstoppable energy rush to his head and he let out a new sound he had never made before from the pleasure of uncontrollable release, as he discharged his life force into that accepting oblivion that drew it from him.

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