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“Sweetheart, everyone reinvents themselves from time to time. You're allowed to do it, too. There was a time when that look was what you wanted. If it isn't anymore, then let it go. I don't care how you dress. I don't care if your hair is blonde, blue, short, or long. Dress however you want. I have two requests, though. One, if you wear a skirt like you did the other night I am going to have a heart attack, because like I said earlier, I'm getting kind of old now, so have some care for an old man and cover your ass.”

“And two?” I asked playing along.

“Two, can you lose the dowdy, brown, khaki? You are not one of those soccer moms. Jack might play soccer but you are a hot mom. Even Dolores doesn't wear clothes like that. You're not eighty. I'm begging you. Those clothes are a real boner killer.”

I start laughing, a cathartic laugh. “Well, I don't wanna be a boner killer. That wouldn't serve me at all.”

“Speaking of serving you,” he begins, “how serious were you about what you said, while you were falling asleep?”

We circle back around to the fantasies now that we've crossed through my insecurities. It's time to take a leap and embrace my truth. I, Bess Miller, am a kinky bitch. “So here's the thing. I'm not complaining about our sex life. You are a god among men, I have no complaints. I love everything we do. I just wanna start with that.”

He still looks amused by me, but there's definitely a little bit of that exacerbation creeping in. “I do like it when you start with ‘I am a god among men,’ but you are making me a little nervouswhen you start by saying ‘I’m not complaining about our sex life,’ because I feel like there's a but coming.”

“But, there have been some things that I have been curious to try for a while and have been a little too embarrassed to bring up,” I say in a rush.

“Such as,” he says and pauses guiding me to continue.

I exhale forcefully. “Such as, I-am-kind-of-interested-in-role-playing,” I say smashing most of the words together.

“Bess, can you repeat that at a speed human ears can hear?”

I swallow hard and force myself to enunciate, “I am interested in role-playing, you know sexually. Like last night but other scenarios. For example, I would like for you to be a mountain man, and for me to be the unlucky woman with a flat tire, or something. I would be lost in the woods when you happen upon me, and since you have not seen a woman in, I don't know years, you hunt me down, and take me to your shack where you have your way with me, anyway you want. I would very much like you to make me your mountain man love slave. Does that clear it up for you, husband?”

I can feel his cock swell beneath me. He grabs my hips and pulls me down on top of it, grinding my aching center over the rough material of his jeans. “Does that answer your question?”

I squeak some kind of reply that I think is an agreement.

“I do have one question though,” he says. I nod, if he thinks I'm going to be able to form words while he's rubbing my clit against his cock, he's insane. “Is this a one-time thing, or are there other scenarios you have thought of? Oh, and one morequestion. What if I have a scenario? Can either of us come up with something?”

My head falls back. He asked me something. His words were important. I really need to answer them, but I am definitely going to come. Wordless sounds are falling from my mouth and he knows exactly what he's doing to me right now. The bastard gets off on trying to make me think when he has chased every thought out of my head. And I fucking love him for it.

He pulls me down harder, and I groan. “I asked you a question,” he demands.

“Uh,” I'm panting now, he isn't going to let this go. “It isn't a one-time thing or at least I hope not. I've got lots of other thoughts and scenarios. And of course, you can come up with some too. We can talk about them, just don't stop.”

He chuckles, darkly. “Oh baby. Don't you get it? We're never going to stop we're just getting started.”

He stands up with me in his arms, lays me out on the kitchen table slowly sliding his hands up under his shirt that I'm wearing, and divests me of my underwear. I'm out of my mind with desire at this point, but I don't miss the sound of his zipper sliding down.

“Hold on tight sweetheart. This is going to be fast and hard. I've got to go meet Scott and get some keys. You and I are going to a cabin in the mountains.”

One of my favorite things about Donovan, he doesn't exaggerate.

11

Donovan

I wantedto laugh earlier when Bess dropped me off outside of the rustic cabin that Scott and Harlow own in the mountains that surround Centralia. She handed me a bag of groceries, and my overnight bag, kissed me on the cheek, and told me she’d see me later. Like this was any normal trip that either of us was taking. Of course, we didn't need two cars. We learned that lesson after we had to send someone to go get her car from the bar. We're new to this role-play thing, so there are some things we are learning along the way, like always using one vehicle.

I am going to go and get the cabin set up for tonight. She will go get ready, and when she returns, she will park down the hill, so I can hunt her. Tonight we're going to have a full moon, not that she'll be able to see that well to get away from me. Of course, the plan is not for her to get away. But if it's anything like last night, I know she's going to get into it, and at a certain point she will try. And she will fail.

The Central Hills as they’re called, are more than hills, but not high and majestic like the Rockies. What they are, are densely covered by a thick pine forest, with thick underbrush. There arelots of hiking trails cut through the foliage that aren't listed on a map. I want to be careful that she doesn't go off trail and get hurt, but when Bess gets into a role, she seems to throw herself all the way into it. I'm going to have to be proactive to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. So I might go full-on mountain man after all. Hell, I might have to go full-on caveman.

The lower part of the hills, as they are called, are pretty popular with the college students. There are lots of hidden waterfalls, and sweeping vistas they use for make-out spots. This cabin, however, is a bit farther away than what the college crowd usually frequents. I'm not surprised Scott would get something outside of that area, because as Griffin pointed out earlier, the kid is a bit of a kinky fucker. Which basically means he fits in with our group perfectly. I guess I'm not as big of an outlier as I previously thought either.

It doesn't take long for me to get the cabin set up. Scott seems to be obsessively clean. For a rustic cabin, there is no dust. The furniture looks like it belongs in a rustic cabin, but it isn't actually the ramshackle pieces that you would find in a shack. None of it is shoddily put together. There aren't any rough-edged parts that could cause splinters. Hell, I think even the mattress is new. I'm not complaining, I'm too old to have a spring shoved in my back.

There's a wood-burning stove in the corner that heats the building. That is about the most roughing-it thing in this one-room home. The kitchen is actually pretty nice with a two-burner stove, a small sink, and an apartment-size fridge. It even has a microwave. I expected there to be an outhouse, but there is a small attached bathroom. It's not super luxurious by the standards of someone who isn’t a recluse, but it does have a shower with a detachable sprayer. There is also a toilet, and yes,it is a composting toilet, but we don't have to freeze our asses off or brave the wildlife to take a piss in the middle of the night.

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