32ns Street

Still she did not answer, according to life she lived before, the servitude that life resprented....
"You choose." Her voice softer now, more delicate.
 
"Then you will live in the workshop." I say smiling. "It'll be easier on me any way. I was planning on getting rid of the apartment. I'll stop by the work shop, get you settled then I'll be moving into the workshop myself."

I say as the truck rumble down the street to my work shop. I stop the steam and ws slow to a stop in front of the building. "All ashore.!"
 
She would take a careful step, climbing out of the truck by herself this time. She made her way quietly to the back, carefully she'd pull down the cases and wait for instruction as where to place them.
 
I smiled and pointed to a corner. "Over by that corner you'll find a door. open it and you'll find a room, its small and you'll have to take my stuff of the bed. Don't argue with me you will sleep on the bed." I give you a serious look before smiling again. "If you need a shower then go into my walk in close in my room. Walk along the back wall and you will get to a door that looks like it belongs on a restaurant freezer. Inside there is the bathroom." I turn the steam back on and my truck starts to roll. Give me an hour. I'll be back soon!" I yell as I move down the road at a slow pace.
 
Nodding, she waves timidly with all of her stuff settled around her, gradually she takes it all into the little room, and places his items outside the door in a neat little pile. Carefully, she dressed the bed and hung up all if her long flowy dresses on a portable door hook. She then took items from her hope chest, and gradually built it to the room it was at her apartment. Exhausted with only her personals and cookware left, she hid her cases under her bed and curled onto of the covers.

Close to this? But with more purples.

or this
 
I gother to my house and started packing, throwing everything in a massive trunk. I didn't pack very much because everything I own was pretty much already at my workshop. So is was an unfortunately quick process to pack my life into a few boxes and call it god. As I packed though I found some things that I had bought a long time ago.

A sexy cat costume, A few movie, some magazines. Even a cock ring. The last one was a present from an old flame. I let out a sigh and threw them in the suit case as well. No sense in not taking them it wasn't like they would be doing any good here.

I smiled and piled everything up in my truck before dialing the owners and settling everything. I grabbed the cot that had been my bed and put it in the truck as well.

I smiled and started my truck, sitting and waiting patiently for it to start moving as I let my mind move to images of you. That body I had felt, those eyes, that hair, Your name. "Emory." I said it softly and could feel myself getting hard. I couldn't be like this. Not when you had just lost someone. Although those lips wrapped....No!

I dropped the thoughts and opened my eyes, I couldn't be thinking on those things. I lurched as the truck rolled forward and I moved to my new home. When I pulled into the shop I quickly adjusted my shirt, hoping to hide my rock hard cock as I called out for you. "Hey Emory." I called. "Can you help my for a minute?" I smiled. I didn't need your help. which was obvious when I pulled the trunk out myself and put it on the ground, but I was going to give you the cot to carry anyway. And the thrill of you maybe seeing some of the items I packed was enough to make it fun.
 
Rising lazily she swung her legs over her bed and began her quiet step towards his voice's origin. Yawning softly she stretched and stopped before him, perhaps to close for the dip in her gown gave a perfect view straight down her cleavage to her soft bra.

"Yes Ryan?" Her voice held his name so sweetly, so softly. Her green eyes skimmed over his form noticing something odd about his stance, pushing it out of her mind she awaited his instructions. A sadness still held her, as if she was trapped inside its cage. Little glimpses of her happier normal self, proof she was trying to break free.
 
"My hands are a bit full with my other things. Would you mind carrying....." I froze when I turned. She must have been napping because her appearance was startling and gorgeous. For a moment my eyes lingered on her cleavage and the bra that teased me with it sight. I felt myself twitch and bit my lip anxiously. "My cot...." I finally finished. I managed to tear myself away and turn to pull the cot out of the bed of the truck and put it on the ground before immediately grabbing the trunk and holding it just high enough to hide my erection. I was blushing furiously and was sure she had seen or at least suspected that I was hard.
 
Noticing only the blush a confusion overtook her. She offered a simple smile and grabbed the cot, holding it close to her she waited to follow behind him. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, barely without dropping the cot. She then noticed other standoffish behavior and studied him closely.
"Are you okay?" She finally asked innocently.
 
I couldn't trust very many words if I tried to lie so I bit my lip and turned, putting on my best smile I said. "If I told you what was wrong you might slap me." I say, but as soon as that was out I knew it could be taken wrong so I grasped at different words. "It isn't you. At all. Well maybe a little. Mostly me though." I shutter and sigh before walking to a door right next to yours. "Ignore me. English is a terrible language for me...." I say going into the room.
 
Smiling weakly she would nod. Following closely behind she placed the cot down in his room. She studied him closely and bit her lip. "Don't worry..."
 
I nod and put my trunk down before turning and putting my hands on her shoulders. I pull her in for a tight hug before backing up and smiling. "Okay. Go back to whatever you were doing before I got here. I can handle it from here." I say smiling.
 
She blushes and stands on her tippy toes, her soft.lips find his cheek and plants a timid kiss there. Pulling away and standing flat footed. Not meeting his gaze she would speak softly, "I never thanked you... For everything..." She glanced up at him, smiling weakly with tears in her eyes.

"So thank you." Her hand slipped from him as she backed away and turned to leave the room, her steps silent. She reclused into er own room, but left the door opened a crack. She lifted the covers and and curled beneath them.
 
The kiss she planted on my was like an electric shock. It course through my system and made me smile in what must have been a very dopey way. I didn't even realize when I had finished cleaning up my room. I had somehow found myself just outside her door about to knock and I had no idea why.

I stood there, smile still firmly planted on my lips, hand up and I couldn't remember why I wanted to see her. I only knew I wanted to, but I couldn't wake her up. Instead I took a shake breath and turned to head quickly to my wrench. I snapped on the tv and without thinking hit play. Being a bachelor pad what was in the DVD player was less then appropriate, but I barley noticed what was on the screen as I got to work on a project, using the sound as background noise and the project as something to keep my mind off of the person sleeping in my former room.
 
She not being able to sleep sat bolt upright when the deep grunts and moans drifted through the building. Wearing only a robe she slipped from the room quietly and approached the sound, stopping before she reached it she prayed he wasn't having sex with some unknown woman he must have slipped inside after she left.

Holding her breath she stepped through the doorway. "Oh thank god." Left her lips before she even realized she was speaking.
 
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I jumped at your voice and fell into the back of my semi-truck, making a loud banging noise.

"Ow..." I groan. as I crawl out of the trailer. I shake my head hard and look towards you, noticing the video. "I am so sorry! Bachelor pad. Your know." I say walking over, but not turning it off. "Tell me. What do you think of it?" I kept the next question silent And why did you say 'Oh Thank God'?
 
She winced as he fell back and bit her lip softly. "S-sorry..."
She listened closely and watched him as he walked, stepping closer she gently.touched the back of his head, ignoring his question for a moment. "Come here Love..." Her voice danced soft and nurturing. "Let me look.at you."
Forgetting she stood before him nearly nude, she attempted to look over and coddle him like a child.
 
I let a broad grin spread on my face and almost melted when you touched me. "A little less coddling Please." I say softly, but still enjoying it as you look over what few bumps I have. My head arms and shoulders had a few blossoming bruises, but all in all I was fit as a fiddle.

"I have a hard head." I say softly as I slowly wrap my arms around you and pull you close, planting a kiss on your nose. "but thank you for caring." I say.
 
She froze for a moment, her body tensing as he held her. She looked away from him and slipped from ha embrace. "I'm glad, you're okay... And as for your work, I've never seen anything more beautiful in a sense that I am 100% ignorant to it."

She pulled her robe tighter around herself suddenly feeling very exposed.
 
I took her hands and allowed her robe to open slowly. "I like you this way." I say softly. My attention turns to my work and I smile. "Its pretty complicated, but It keeps me busy. When I asked what you thought about it though. I was refering to the video.

In the video the woman had gotten louder in her moans as I man brought a crop against her rear. "I have to admit. I've never seen this one before. Last time I think I paid any attention to it I'm pretty sure it was when I was designing the air balloons I'm going to build.
 
She turned to it for a moment and observed. "Light S and M, BDSM, or just all together rough play?" She questioned honestly, the slightly opened fashion of the robe, exposed the three pretty beauty marks accenting her small cleave furrow. The way their roundness sagged slightly under the silky material made it apparent no bra, or support of any kind was present indicating she either slept in the nude or merely topless.

"I can't stand heterosexual porn... Its all for men." She spoke without thinking now, simply voicing opinions and ideas mostly to herself as she watched. "Look at her facial expression... That is the face of only pain, no enjoyment at all... And her moans are from her throat not her..."
Her words cut off as she realized what she was saying, what she was revealing about herself. A blush flared on her delicate cheeks and her teeth sunk into her lip.
 
The look on my face must have been comical as my mouth had dropped clear to the floor. I hadn't expected what you said and it caused me to almost gasp.

"You......Your...." I froze and a slight grin spread across my face. "Don't stop I want to hear more. To be honest those were free. Not really into watching them. Just need to have background noise, but don't let that fact stop you. Go on. Tell me all about the BDSM we're whatching."
 
"Well..." She started weakly. "Like I was saying, the moans are from the throat not the stomach, and he is just hitting her, not delving in to each swing and making it solid. He isn't being a good dom and servicing his sub... In reality the subs are the real masters..." As she spoke her gaze met his and her blush deepened. Glancing away she mumbled, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
 
I shook my head hard and turned to my equipment. "it only surprises me that you know so much." I say softly before crawling back up into my truck.

I stood for a few minutes before coming down and grabbing you hand. "Would you mind giving me a massage? Then maybe checking my bruises again? My neck hurts more then usual." I look at you with a soft smile and a deep blush.
 
Tearing her gaze from the screen she smiles softly. "Sure hun." Her voice soft as she climbed behind him. Her cool hands glided uphis warm back, lifting his shirt. "Help me?" Her voice soft, careful.
 
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