~Ruby's Refuge~

[The_gladiator]

Good morning, all! Glad and Uggg, I am happy you've made yourself at home here, though I kind of feel like a den mother with you two and your antics. SF and CFMB, thank you for visiting.

It is a gray, drizzly day here, which I would normally love, but later I have to actually get dressed and leave the house to volunteer for our community center's monthly mobile food pantry. Our organization is 100% run by volunteers. We are definitely a working board of directors. I love helping others in need and the interaction, but today I am just tired and blah. Just a leftover hangover from the weekend's festivities.

Den mother, lol. That's funny

Drink more water, perhaps?

 

[rubenesque_princess]

Den mother, lol. That's funny

Drink more water, perhaps?

Glad, not an actual alcohol hangover three days later, but the blacklash of my MS reminding me of what happens when I overdo it. That hangover lasts for anywhere from a day to several weeks. And, given the crazy week I have following the fun of last weekend, this might last a while.

Honestly, despite consuming several yummy beer varieties Saturday, I didn't have a hangover Sunday. Perhaps my days of true hangovers are over. I rarely seem to get them anymore, whereas when I was younger, I could have two beers and wake up with a hangover. Hmmmm....

Water might help, though. That is if I can set aside my coffee mug long enough to drink water.

Okay, Ruby, time to shut up and write a little.

 

[The_gladiator]

Glad, not an actual alcohol hangover three days later, but the blacklash of my MS reminding me of what happens when I overdo it. That hangover lasts for anywhere from a day to several weeks. And, given the crazy week I have following the fun of last weekend, this might last a while.

Honestly, despite consuming several yummy beer varieties Saturday, I didn't have a hangover Sunday. Perhaps my days of true hangovers are over. I rarely seem to get them anymore, whereas when I was younger, I could have two beers and wake up with a hangover. Hmmmm....

Water might help, though. That is if I can set aside my coffee mug long enough to drink water.

Okay, Ruby, time to shut up and write a little.

lol oh, sorry,

ahhh tolerance

yes coffee does not count as water lol

I need to write too

 

[CFMB_fan]

Glad, not an actual alcohol hangover three days later, but the blacklash of my MS reminding me of what happens when I overdo it. That hangover lasts for anywhere from a day to several weeks. And, given the crazy week I have following the fun of last weekend, this might last a while.

Honestly, despite consuming several yummy beer varieties Saturday, I didn't have a hangover Sunday. Perhaps my days of true hangovers are over. I rarely seem to get them anymore, whereas when I was younger, I could have two beers and wake up with a hangover. Hmmmm....

Water might help, though. That is if I can set aside my coffee mug long enough to drink water.

Okay, Ruby, time to shut up and write a little.

Often fresh air can help, a 20 minute walk can help clear my mind (as well as water).

Hope you feel better soon.

 

[The_gladiator]

Often fresh air can help, a 20 minute walk can help clear my mind (as well as water).

Hope you feel better soon.

a 20 minute walk would not make me feel better.... that would not be pretty. but I'm horribly out of shape... lol

 

[rubenesque_princess]

Often fresh air can help, a 20 minute walk can help clear my mind (as well as water).

Hope you feel better soon.

A 20 minute walk, while appealing, would not actually help me right now. It's backlash from my stupid multiple sclerosis and dumb legs. I did a lot of walking and standing Saturday, then grocery shopping Sunday. Physically, my MS affects my legs especially. I have burning neuropathy in both of my feet that worsens if I overdo it. MS is stupid, and I have to spend most of the afternoon/evening on my feet today, so this morning it's resting with the feet up.

 

[CFMB_fan]

A 20 minute walk, while appealing, would not actually help me right now. It's backlash from my stupid multiple sclerosis and dumb legs. I did a lot of walking and standing Saturday, then grocery shopping Sunday. Physically, my MS affects my legs especially. I have burning neuropathy in both of my feet that worsens if I overdo it. MS is stupid, and I have to spend most of the afternoon/evening on my feet today, so this morning it's resting with the feet up.

Ah yes of course, MS affects different people in different ways.

So I appreciate your predicament, are you able to sit outside somewhere for a while?

 

[rubenesque_princess]

What you've all been waiting for...

I hope this was worth the wait. I am calling it A Beautiful Day. Yes, I am physically feeling the negative effects of doing too much, but it was such a wonderful day, that I have been on cloud 9 emotionally since. And, it wasn't just the sex, but that's the part most people here care about. So, without further, ado...

~A Beautiful Day~​

This was only the third home match of the second season their football team was officially part of MLS league. He has been a soccer aficionado since they met; she is trying her best to learn the game, as it is a love of his, and of their 14-year-old son. Though watching the matches requires a two-hour drive to get to the stadium, they purchased two season tickets, excited to have a team they could call theirs.

It all began during the pre-match party hosted by a nearby brewery. They arrived early, enjoyed a leisurely lunch and their first of several beers. She was disappointed to find that one of her favorite of the brewery’s selections, Sardonic, was not currently available. Instead she chose to try a beer new to her, Misanthrope, to accompany her green chili soup and wedge of cornbread. She was disappointed by neither the food nor the beer. He ordered cauliflower tacos and a beer called Hell, and was equally pleased with his selections.

After eating, they vacated their table in the bustling brewery to enjoy the beautiful weather and more beer on the brewery’s large patio. After a winter that seemed as though it would never end, the clear blue sky, temperatures in the 60s, and a light breeze further lifted her already buoyant mood. It was fascinating to simply sit and people and dog watch while enjoying their beer. Yes, the brewery not only allows, but encourages dogs on the patio.

The brewery is in a former industrial area and lies immediately adjacent to an abandoned grain elevator. The windows, broken and boarded, and a door several stories above the ground, made her imagination run rampant. Outside the door was a small platform edged by rusting railings on either side. The building begged so many questions, and her imagination began to run wild.

They visited their car to drop off contraband items (e.g. her large handbag) and to pick up the clear bag required to bring anything into the stadium, as well as their supporter scarves. Who dares attend a football match without a scarf?

Soon after, they began the half-mile walk from the brewery to the stadium. Several abandoned buildings lined the first couple of blocks on the walk toward the stadium. She commented how cool the old building were, and how fun it would be to explore them. He laughed, and commented, “You just want to hump behind the abandoned buildings.”

“Hump, really? That word doesn’t quite describe what I want. No, I don’t want to hump behind the abandoned buildings, I just want to fuck you behind them.”

A couple more beers, a shared order of huge jalapeno cheese curds, and an unexpected 2-1 win, and they were almost giddy. His mood was also boosted by observing her truly watching and trying to learn more about the game he had loved for so long.

They exited the stadium on the opposite side they’d entered, and in the dark, became a little turned around. He, normally very good at directions, apologized profusely for making their walk much longer than it needed to be. Once they were finally on track, most of the other walking fans were long gone.

Across the street from where they were walking, they passed a parking lot in which a group of young revelers continued their celebration. Nostalgia grabbed them both. She commented, “That would have been us 20 years ago. They sure are having fun.”

She continued, “We might be too old for that kind of fun, but hey, look, abandoned buildings.” Giggle. “You will probably say it’s too cold, but at least there won’t be any bugs to bite our asses.” They’d learned the hard way that fucking outside when it was warmer resulted in a multitude of bug bites.

Her arm was linked in his, and he pulled her with him as he changed his course toward the back of the building. Shocked that he was acting on her goading, she said, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to…maybe it’s a bad idea.”

He didn’t respond, but simply continued to guide her through decaying debris to the rear of the building. They didn’t make it very far before coming to a fence impeding them from continuing any further. They were, however, pleased to find a long section of fencing, still attached to the frame and posts, propped against the building.

Accompanied by the sound of the young partiers, he unbuttoned her jeans and panties, slid them down her thighs to her ankles, then pushed her against the fencing before unbuckling his own jeans. The post she was against pressed into her left breast. His fingers snaked up her shirt to pinch and squeeze her right nipple before moving to her pussy.

His fingers finding her pussy slick with anticipation, he slid his hard cock into her. He grabbed her hair with both hands as he pumped in and out. A delighted squeal escaped her lips at how hard he was, a sign he was enjoying this foray as much as her. She tensed at hearing others walking on the sidewalk they had recently left, but unfazed, he pushed her back into the fence and continued fucking her.
He stopped thrusting, turned her around, and kissed her hard. “Now what?” she asked him. He snaked his hand through the hair at the nape of her neck, pulled her head back, his voice raspy in her ear, “Suck my cock.”

She pulled up and buckled her pants before kneeling in front of him. Smiling, she licked, then briefly sucked the head of his cock before enveloping it with her mouth, sliding to the base. He groaned.

His hands remained entwined in her hair as his cock pushed against the back of her throat. He thrust into her throat with tiny pulses as she sucked and swallowed, creating sensations she could only imagine, but which caused him to groan. “Oh, fuck yeah, just like that.”

His cock buried in her throat, she splayed her fingers at its base, pressing against his mons. She again swallowed against his cock, not believing it could possibly harden further. His hands still wrapped in her hair, he guided her movements as he continued his barely discernible thrusts, his speed continuing to increase.

She simply continued her sucking and periodic swallowing motions as his hands guided her. His breath coming in shallow gasps, she felt the head flare and his cock swell and tighten before his hot seed shot down her throat. She swallowed greedily, wanting to take him all.

Finally satisfied she’d taken everything he had to offer, she pulled her mouth off his cock and smiled up at him. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. They moaned into each other for a moment more before straightening their attire.

Smiling, they made their way back to their car at the brewery, arranged their belongings in the back seat, then headed home. Soccer was her new favorite sport. Or, her only favorite sport, and she vowed to continue showing a vested interest in learning the rules nuances of the game.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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I liked it.

Short well written and not to pornographic, but enough to know what happened.

Also reminded me of the blue skies of this little number

But then I am a queen fan.

I also liked the old industrial decay...

 

[sharingfantasies]

You are a good writer, don't know why you thought you weren't.

 

[The_gladiator]

mmmm that was hot.

 

[rubenesque_princess]

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I liked it.

Short well written and not to pornographic, but enough to know what happened.

Also reminded me of the blue skies of this little number

But then I am a queen fan.

I also liked the old industrial decay...

Thank you. The abandoned industrial building and urban decay has gotten me going both times I've accompanied him to matches. It really is a cool area, though sad that the abandoned buildings simply sit there. And, happen it did. I know I didn't do the experience justice, but it was the best I could do.

I am also a Queen fan. Should everyone be?

You are a good writer, don't know why you thought you weren't.

Thank you. I fight insecurity, and I am highly critical of myself. Each post in SRPs in which I participate take me at least an hour, if not longer to compose. Then there is the editing. Then the fixing once I post.

 

[rubenesque_princess]

mmmm that was hot.

Thank you. Yes, it was. You should have been there. Or, probably not. Though my body hates me for pushing it this weekend, my mind is still on a high. I am a naughty brat, but sometimes it pays off. He is much more reserved than I.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Thank you. The abandoned industrial building and urban decay has gotten me going both times I've accompanied him to matches. It really is a cool area, though sad that the abandoned buildings simply sit there. And, happen it did. I know I didn't do the experience justice, but it was the best I could do.

I am also a Queen fan. Should everyone be?



Thank you. I fight insecurity, and I am highly critical of myself. Each post in SRPs in which I participate take me at least an hour, if not longer to compose. Then there is the editing. Then the fixing once I post.

You will get more confident with experience. I questioned every word, every punctuation mark, every pause when I first started here. Now I only question every fifth one.

 

[CFMB_fan]

Thank you. The abandoned industrial building and urban decay has gotten me going both times I've accompanied him to matches. It really is a cool area, though sad that the abandoned buildings simply sit there. And, happen it did. I know I didn't do the experience justice, but it was the best I could do.

I am also a Queen fan. Should everyone be?



Thank you. I fight insecurity, and I am highly critical of myself. Each post in SRPs in which I participate take me at least an hour, if not longer to compose. Then there is the editing. Then the fixing once I post.

I am also insecure about my writing both in role plays and my own little pieces of fiction maybe I should post one one day..

i also love urban decay, would love to write a story where the settign is urban decay a model and a photogrpaher...

If the model was in a wheel chair evne more interesting.

 

[The_gladiator]

You will get more confident with experience. I questioned every word, every punctuation mark, every pause when I first started here. Now I only question every fifth one.

I stopped caring for the most part. I run spell check and call it a day. I'm here to have fun not let my writing become one more thing to stress about. If it starts becoming work its no longer worth it to me...

 

[Uggg]

I hope this was worth the wait. I am calling it A Beautiful Day. Yes, I am physically feeling the negative effects of doing too much, but it was such a wonderful day, that I have been on cloud 9 emotionally since. And, it wasn't just the sex, but that's the part most people here care about. So, without further, ado...

~A Beautiful Day~​

This was only the third home match of the second season their football team was officially part of MLS league. He has been a soccer aficionado since they met; she is trying her best to learn the game, as it is a love of his, and of their 14-year-old son. Though watching the matches requires a two-hour drive to get to the stadium, they purchased two season tickets, excited to have a team they could call theirs.

It all began during the pre-match party hosted by a nearby brewery. They arrived early, enjoyed a leisurely lunch and their first of several beers. She was disappointed to find that one of her favorite of the brewery’s selections, Sardonic, was not currently available. Instead she chose to try a beer new to her, Misanthrope, to accompany her green chili soup and wedge of cornbread. She was disappointed by neither the food nor the beer. He ordered cauliflower tacos and a beer called Hell, and was equally pleased with his selections.

After eating, they vacated their table in the bustling brewery to enjoy the beautiful weather and more beer on the brewery’s large patio. After a winter that seemed as though it would never end, the clear blue sky, temperatures in the 60s, and a light breeze further lifted her already buoyant mood. It was fascinating to simply sit and people and dog watch while enjoying their beer. Yes, the brewery not only allows, but encourages dogs on the patio.

The brewery is in a former industrial area and lies immediately adjacent to an abandoned grain elevator. The windows, broken and boarded, and a door several stories above the ground, made her imagination run rampant. Outside the door was a small platform edged by rusting railings on either side. The building begged so many questions, and her imagination began to run wild.

They visited their car to drop off contraband items (e.g. her large handbag) and to pick up the clear bag required to bring anything into the stadium, as well as their supporter scarves. Who dares attend a football match without a scarf?

Soon after, they began the half-mile walk from the brewery to the stadium. Several abandoned buildings lined the first couple of blocks on the walk toward the stadium. She commented how cool the old building were, and how fun it would be to explore them. He laughed, and commented, “You just want to hump behind the abandoned buildings.”

“Hump, really? That word doesn’t quite describe what I want. No, I don’t want to hump behind the abandoned buildings, I just want to fuck you behind them.”

A couple more beers, a shared order of huge jalapeno cheese curds, and an unexpected 2-1 win, and they were almost giddy. His mood was also boosted by observing her truly watching and trying to learn more about the game he had loved for so long.

They exited the stadium on the opposite side they’d entered, and in the dark, became a little turned around. He, normally very good at directions, apologized profusely for making their walk much longer than it needed to be. Once they were finally on track, most of the other walking fans were long gone.

Across the street from where they were walking, they passed a parking lot in which a group of young revelers continued their celebration. Nostalgia grabbed them both. She commented, “That would have been us 20 years ago. They sure are having fun.”

She continued, “We might be too old for that kind of fun, but hey, look, abandoned buildings.” Giggle. “You will probably say it’s too cold, but at least there won’t be any bugs to bite our asses.” They’d learned the hard way that fucking outside when it was warmer resulted in a multitude of bug bites.

Her arm was linked in his, and he pulled her with him as he changed his course toward the back of the building. Shocked that he was acting on her goading, she said, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to…maybe it’s a bad idea.”

He didn’t respond, but simply continued to guide her through decaying debris to the rear of the building. They didn’t make it very far before coming to a fence impeding them from continuing any further. They were, however, pleased to find a long section of fencing, still attached to the frame and posts, propped against the building.

Accompanied by the sound of the young partiers, he unbuttoned her jeans and panties, slid them down her thighs to her ankles, then pushed her against the fencing before unbuckling his own jeans. The post she was against pressed into her left breast. His fingers snaked up her shirt to pinch and squeeze her right nipple before moving to her pussy.

His fingers finding her pussy slick with anticipation, he slid his hard cock into her. He grabbed her hair with both hands as he pumped in and out. A delighted squeal escaped her lips at how hard he was, a sign he was enjoying this foray as much as her. She tensed at hearing others walking on the sidewalk they had recently left, but unfazed, he pushed her back into the fence and continued fucking her.
He stopped thrusting, turned her around, and kissed her hard. “Now what?” she asked him. He snaked his hand through the hair at the nape of her neck, pulled her head back, his voice raspy in her ear, “Suck my cock.”

She pulled up and buckled her pants before kneeling in front of him. Smiling, she licked, then briefly sucked the head of his cock before enveloping it with her mouth, sliding to the base. He groaned.

His hands remained entwined in her hair as his cock pushed against the back of her throat. He thrust into her throat with tiny pulses as she sucked and swallowed, creating sensations she could only imagine, but which caused him to groan. “Oh, fuck yeah, just like that.”

His cock buried in her throat, she splayed her fingers at its base, pressing against his mons. She again swallowed against his cock, not believing it could possibly harden further. His hands still wrapped in her hair, he guided her movements as he continued his barely discernible thrusts, his speed continuing to increase.

She simply continued her sucking and periodic swallowing motions as his hands guided her. His breath coming in shallow gasps, she felt the head flare and his cock swell and tighten before his hot seed shot down her throat. She swallowed greedily, wanting to take him all.

Finally satisfied she’d taken everything he had to offer, she pulled her mouth off his cock and smiled up at him. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. They moaned into each other for a moment more before straightening their attire.

Smiling, they made their way back to their car at the brewery, arranged their belongings in the back seat, then headed home. Soccer was her new favorite sport. Or, her only favorite sport, and she vowed to continue showing a vested interest in learning the rules nuances of the game.

Very yummy Ruby! Gets one Uggg tick and three Uggg licks of approval. Mmmmm... It's like sexy ice cream!

 

[RobynTashaYa]

I make my way to the Refuge and knock on the door. No one is in but there is a note of welcome on the window inviting visitors to let themselves in and leave a note.

I enter with the bouquet I’ve brought, finding a piece of paper I leave a note:-

Hi Ruby, just a little something to brighten your quarters and to wish you luck in your new refuge.
With love

Robyn X​

 

[rubenesque_princess]

I make my way to the Refuge and knock on the door. No one is in but there is a note of welcome on the window inviting visitors to let themselves in and leave a note.

I enter with the bouquet I’ve brought, finding a piece of paper I leave a note:-

Hi Ruby, just a little something to brighten your quarters and to wish you luck in your new refuge.
With love

Robyn X​

Awww, shucks. Thank you, Robyn. The busyness of life took over yesterday, and Uggg and Glad took over the cabin. Not that I mind. Their antics keep things fun. I hope you are having a marvelous day. I need to check out Charlotte and see what you and LF have been up to in my absence.

Love and hugs, and, yes, even smooches. Just think of the kiss as one you might receive from your bubbe. Not that I am old enough to be your grandmother, but hopefully you mean what I know.

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Awww, shucks. Thank you, Robyn. The busyness of life took over yesterday, and Uggg and Glad took over the cabin. Not that I mind. Their antics keep things fun. I hope you are having a marvelous day. I need to check out Charlotte and see what you and LF have been up to in my absence.

Love and hugs, and, yes, even smooches. Just think of the kiss as one you might receive from your bubbe. Not that I am old enough to be your grandmother, but hopefully you mean what I know.

I both ‘mean what you know’ and know what you mean Like You I’ve been busy too writing reports (paper work - the curse of army life!).

Catch up tomorrow maybe. Goodnight

 

[Uggg]

Ruby I have sent you a PM... I hope this isn't presumptuous but I had an idea I thought you might like.

Uggg

 

[lovingfingers]

Good evening Ruby! Nice place you got here.

 

[rubenesque_princess]

Good evening Ruby! Nice place you got here.

Thank you, LF. Glad you stopped by, even if my response I'd quite belated.

 

[rubenesque_princess]

Today's football match is an afternoon match and my husband is attending with a couple of friends while I watch from home. My husband messaged me this picture whilst he and his friends were making the walk from the brewery to the stadium. I might've blushed a little. And, it looks a little different in the daylight, but recognizeable all the same.

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Definitely not Jewish!