1. Hot Box Chapter 5, Holy Shit


    Date: 2/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, Drug, Male/Female, Romance, Author: 1MTNMN45, Rating: 93.5, Source: sexstories.com

    orange, clear and pink colors shown under the directed beam. Our guess is that these were used for the everyday kind of business transactions associated with daily life. And then there was the silver. Sure, the pots were made out of silver. But the pots with no markings on them at all were filled with either struck silver coins or thousands of silver balls the size of grapes. All of these were on the opposite side of the passageway from the empty pots. It wasn’t until my stomach started to growl that I looked at my watch. It was almost 6 in the evening. We had been at this for almost 7 hours nonstop. “Hey,” I said to Mandy as I picked up my backpack. “I’m going to go and make sure the coast is clear and get a fire going. Come on out and take a break, it’s getting late.” Mandy was sitting on the arm of the chair writing in her journal as I stepped up to her. “Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be right there,” she said with a smile as she lifted her head and dropped her hands to her lap. For some reason she looked even more beautiful than usual. Maybe it was because she was now the richest woman on the planet and she knew it. Or it might have been because of the soft orange glow of the light from the oil lamps blanketing the smooth features of her face. In either case her beauty struck me hard at that moment, beckoning me to lean down and kiss her tenderly. A soft little moan resonated in her mouth as we pressed our lips together, indicating that she felt just as ...
    wonderful as I did. As we separated I looked at her glowing face. Her eyes were only half way open and she had this very pleasant smile on her face. “Mmmm,” she hummed as she scrunched her shoulders together. “I like that.” “Well then come on down to the bungalow,” I responded as I slung my pack over one shoulder, “and you can have some more.” “I’ll be there,” she said as she lifted her journal back up and started writing in it again. I still consider myself to be lucky as hell for having bumped into Mandy that day in the library. Ever since that first moment my life has been different. The places we have gone to and the things we have done all seemed better in some fashion because of her. When I reached the chair with the silver key in it I turned and looked back up the passageway. Mandy was still sitting on the arm of the other chair but she was looking directly at me. She had watched me walk down the passageway. I gave her a little wave which she returned with a barely visible smile. What a little minx. I was met with a nice and nasty surprise when I got to the hole in the ceiling which was our exit. It was raining. And not just a little, it was coming down in buckets. The only really nice thing about it was that it knocked down the incredible heat of the day. I actually welcomed it as I climbed up from the passageway below. After having been in that enclosed space for the bulk of the day I felt like I had been used as a pipe cleaner, so the warm rain felt very refreshing. The ...
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