1. The Secrets of Brinkley Ridge


    Date: 9/6/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: TheTravellingMan, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    luxurious, yet barely lived in. Cally’s Dad was a big stink in a big firm making pots of cash and worked away a lot. Eva, his wife, was never around much either. Much of what Cally revealed about her life focussed on her animus for Eva. If it was to be believed, he figured that she was a formidable woman. Anyone that was a match for Cally would have to be very tough indeed. In such a large, empty and silent house - you could almost sense another presence. In the kitchen, he froze as a cold panic enveloped him. There was another presence and a fixed steely stare met his wide-open eyes. Sat at the kitchen table, her expression was impervious. A sense of anger was a reasonable guess. “Hello.” He could feel a scorching heat rise in his face. “Erm, Hi, you, erm, must be Eva?” “I am and you are?” “Erm, Scott, erm…. Hi…” “Well Cally doesn’t have a boyfriend…. so you must be some bizarre kind of burglar?” The silence between them only intensified his sense of awkwardness. “Erm, we, erm, this is so embarrassing. You were supposed to be back later.” “My horse lost a shoe so I decided to come back early but that’s not the point.” That explained the tweed jacket, white cotton blouse and her tied back blond hair. He could make out the tight cream coloured jodhpurs and knee length riding boots. If this was her expression of anger, it made her attractive face smoulder with menace. “So boy, she’s gone to France and left you here I suppose?” He rolled with her tense inflexion of the word ...
    ‘boy’; she had every right to be cross. “Yes, she’s gone.” “With Becky?” “Uh-huh.” “Two-pints Becky, great,” she muttered. He wanted to ask about her nickname but it could not be a more inappropriate time. “So how long have you been fucking Cally?” He could wince, it felt like a physical body blow and his legs actually weakened. Reaching out for the kitchen worktop, he used it as a crutch. It rocked his core that such a cut glass accent could utter such a word from such an exquisitely painted mouth. “Erm, we’ve… erm… we’ve together a few weeks, on and off.” “I see, on and off sounds typical of her. Tell me, is she a good fuck?” He felt it again, another reeling blow; he had to work hard to keep himself together. “What? Erm, I suppose.” His flustered state was endearing, he looked better in the buff than clothed too. He had a kindly face, handsome with dimples in his cheeks. Honey tanned, his skin was taut over his well-defined body. He was muscular but not bulky; he had great pecs and abs. Cally might be a total pain in the arse but she could not fault her taste in the opposite sex. “Seeing you like this, I can see why she would want to fuck you.” As backhanded as the compliment might be, her directness had spooked him too much for its true meaning to register. His profound sense of awkwardness mixed with a heightened new emotion – fear. Eva would tell Cally’s Dad. It all made sense, they didn’t get on, he was caught red-handed and he’d confessed right before her eyes. In a ...
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