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Sun streamed in from curtains and there was a slight breeze from the wind, dark curls were against white pillows and the thin white sheet rose and fell while she slept. Living at the vineyard had been peaceful since she moved in from Manhattan. She actually knew what silence sounded like when before it had been sirens and loud booming music. Now she would have to drive down further into the town to hear the reminiscence of the big apple. Now instead of apples she was surrounded by plentiful grapes. Beautiful red grapes that made delectable wine – she was happy living here, but she didn’t know how long it would last. It was surprisingly hard to make friends here…
And Juniper was a lonely soul.
The toilet see was cold, goose bumps rose on her legs and she mindlessly rubbed them. Just like as she walked through her house, just a black tank top, a denim over-shirt, and her black polka-dot and white lace panties. She found herself feeling her boobs while she waited for the Keurig to make her cup of coffee. Her breasts were soft, and she sometimes just needed to feel them, almost weight them. She pulled out two pieces of bread, put them in the toaster and pushed the button down. Then she pressed the button for her cup of coffee and she watched the cup fill up. She enjoyed the smell of it – she loved how every morning she could smell something this good.
Butter on toast and then some homemade grape jelly she made herself, she was ready to read the newspapers she had delivered every morning to her driveway. She took a sip of her coffee and a bite of her toast and made her way down checking her iPhone with the latest news outbreaks on CNN. The world was becoming a scary place when it came to the political economy and that’s what she was trained in. She could see the world falling apart, but she didn’t want to leave the new ground she started. This vineyard was her new home and despite how different it was from the clogged Manhattan air.
Bending down she picked up her newspapers and stuffed them under her armpit. The breeze was nice against her soft skin and she was happy she didn’t have neighbors because she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath her tank top and she was just wearing her underwear. She was a morning person as long as mornings could be comfy ones full happiness and went along slowly.
She heard something, something that didn’t sound like birds picking at her grapes. A dog maybe? It had a loud exhale. She glanced around for it and there it was. A huge black bear eating her grapes and just not a few grapes, it was destroying many and eating more than she could afford to lose. Without thinking, she threw a newspaper at it to make it shoo away. The minute it smacked the bear and the bear shook its head, panic ran through her. That was a bad idea, a terrible terrible idea. Reaching her phone, she dialed the police office, a number she had saved in her phone. It rang and when the officer on the other line answered the bear stood up on it’s hind legs and let her know, vocally, just how pissed of it really was now. “Please please help me. There is a bear and it’s going to attack me!” Her voice sounded shrill against the panic, she couldn’t help it. “The vineyard! The vineyard on Muscatel road! Please hurry, I might not be alive in a few-” She screamed and dropped the phone, backpedaling away from this bear.
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Post by caleb hayes on Nov 30, 2011 17:29:50 GMT -5
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Yawning, his eyes glanced out the window, overlooking the street. His duty today was to catch all the high school kids speeding their way down to the local coffee shop, something he wished he had. But no, someone had called out and he had been begged to cover the shift. Because he had no life, Caleb had agreed, starting his day off earlier than expected without any help from caffeine. It was not, in itself, a good beginning. All he had wanted was a relaxing day at the office, but he was too busy making his way up the social ladder. So many of his new buddies were asking him out for drinks, or the women were just so friendly…but without any sleep, he couldn’t perform to the best of his ability and did not feel like embarrassing himself.
His eyes drifted shut for just a moment before he blinked and rubbed his eyes. The speedometer was lying on the empty seat next to him and he was not in the mood to scream at teenagers. They wouldn’t listen anyways and because he himself had been a teen not long ago, he’d probably just roll his eyes and give them a warning before going on his dandy way. Teenagers never learned considering he still sped; the only difference was that if he got pulled over, he just got made fun of for a week or two before news of another cop doing something stupid spread.
The radio by his hand crackled suddenly and he turned the volume up. ”Hayes, a bear has been spotted in a vineyard. Can you handle it?” sighing, he responded yes before pulling out of his secret hiding spot and making his way to this vineyard, red and blue lights flashing. There was no way he was going to patiently wait behind teenagers just to get rid of a lousy bear. People in front of him parted like the Red Sea as he sped through the town. One of the many perks of being in a police car was the fact that he never had to wait in traffic. Sure, he was abusing his power, but there was no other way to go about life. He was a police officer, he was paid to do this kind of stuff.
Caleb pulled up a rather long driveway before parking in front of the house. He casually walked to the back of the house, wondering if the person living in such a house would get mad he hadn’t rang the doorbell. Probably. Yet such thought didn’t really bother him as he looked at one of the biggest bears he had ever seen. A shrill scream came behind him and he glanced, taking in the prettiest and scaredest girl he had ever seen. Today, apparently, was a day of firsts. His attention, however, was brought back to the bear as a roar escaped the creature’s mouth. ”Get in the house, pretty” he said, motioning his head towards the house. He hoped the girl had made it in. God, she was so beautiful.
Shaking his head, he cocked his gun before aiming at the bear. The sound of gun fire suddenly echoed through the air and the bear stumbled back before going on all fours, a growl escaping its lips. Blood bloomed from its shoulder and the bear let out another cry, this one most likely from pain, before turning and lumbering back to wherever it had come from. It would most likely be dead within the hour, but had Caleb actually killed the bear, PETA would be all up on the police departments ass he would probably be fired on the spot.
He placed the gun back in its holder before turning and knocking on the glass, waving to the pretty brunette who looked scared. ”Alright, it’s taken care of, miss. Mind if I use the john though?” he asked. He had to pee. Well, actually, he didn’t, but he wanted another view of the pretty girl before getting on his way. It was very rare he would actually find a damsel in distress that was actually attractive. All she needed now was to be nice and he would be falling at her feet.
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Post by hblood on Dec 1, 2011 20:34:16 GMT -5
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Her eyes never left the bear approaching her – her heart hammered in her chest. She briefly wondered if such panic could cause the heart to burst out of its settled spot in her chest and she could offer it to the bear to leave her alone. She just wanted her toast and coffee, read the news of how terrible the world is and the gossip that the oldest Kardashian sister was pregnant, but she was still too fabulous to marry her twice-now baby daddy. If you asked Juniper, she thought she would do the same as the other woman, just have a man by her side for years, but never give him her ring finger or change her last name. It sounded like an ideal life, but with a bear approaching her it should be the last thing she thought of.
She inched her way back toward the house, but the bear kept following – it knew it had the upper hand here. She saw a shaved bear once and when shaved, they looked relatively harmless. When standing on its hind legs and growling at her to make her back down, it was going to rip the pretty little face she had been blessed with. She was content with just inching, but even a 3 inch thick by 7 foot tall door wasn’t going to hold back a beast of this size. She’d long ago dropped her phone somewhere over there and she hoped the bear wouldn’t step on it. She’d grown attached to the iPhone and all of her apps and her contacts.
Dammit, Juniper, focus! She had to scold herself to keep herself reminded that this bear could end her life and she had no way to stop it but to let it happen. She felt herself trip and plop down on the grassy ground behind her. Another shrill scream of terror came out of her lips. This was it, she was going to die by bear mauling and all because the damn police in this town were too lazy to actually do what they were called to do. She squeezed her eyes shut, she held her breath, and counted to ten. Perhaps if she made herself so small the bear would realize that she was no threat and it would go back to destroying her harvest.
Another loud growl, she heard it make its way closer and without thinking she scrambled backwards and screamed again. Then her heart lurched at the sight of him, her savior. Well, she would shoot the damn thing if he wouldn’t. She didn’t have a gun and it was pissed at her. He told her to get in the house and then he called her “pretty.” Well pretty is an adjective, not a word to replace the name of a lady such as herself and besides, that was highly unprofessional and she would report him for that even if he was saving her ass. He was objectifying her by her good looks, but she has witty charms to compliment it!
She was an obedient woman that was grown from an obedient daughter who listened to her father when she was younger. She made no haste to pop her ass up from the ground and scramble on inside. Now she needed some clothes on and quick before she had to face this cop again. She was quick on her feet, managing to get into her room and pull on something to wear. Anything, anything would do to at the moment. She pulled on leggings, not caring what bitches at the gym said that they shouldn’t be worn in lieu of pants, along with an actual bra and black long sleeved tee with relatively thin fabric but some dimwit cop wouldn’t notice that. He already called her pretty as if she needed to be reminded when in the moment of her imminent death by bear mauling that she was pretty. She need damn well she was pretty so she would just cover it up. After sliding on her boots she heard the gunshot and made her way back down the stairs to look at her window as the bear made it off into her woods. Great, not dead, the fucker would come back with its bear clan and destroy all the crops and her house and her pretty little face with nice breasts and ass and legs.
She swung open her door and put on her best grateful and charming lady charm. “Thank you much for taking care of the bear. The washroom is down this little hall and the door on the right. Put the seat down when you’re finished as I live alone.” She said it all with grace and waited for him to go to it and made her way to get her phone. After retrieving the phone with only a little dirt and maybe a scratch from a pebble, she sat down at her table to cross her legs and wait for him to return. Does she offer him some sort of thank you gift? Well, she technically had another cup of coffee in the Keurig…. She would offer him that. Like the true lady she was, she turned to him and smiled. “Could I repay you with a cup of coffee?”
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Post by caleb hayes on Dec 5, 2011 10:17:18 GMT -5
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Caleb had never been called in to shoot a bear. Honestly, the only things he ever shot were deer and birds. A bear, in his opinion, was a big ass creature that shouldn’t be messed with. Shooting it would be horrible, and when he pulled the trigger, the bullet hit the animal’s shoulder. He didn’t want to kill something that didn’t need to be killed, and while he knew that the pretty lady inside would have a problem with it because of her vineyard business, he honestly could care less. It was a creature, it had feelings as well, and it probably wouldn’t come back because of its wound. And it had gotten a good breakfast into its stomach before being shot in the shoulder. And, just the thought of breakfast, reminded him that he hadn’t had any coffee or any donuts or food since yesterday afternoon. On cue his stomach grumbled and he was glad that no one was around to hear his stomach. He felt self-conscious when his body made awkward and weird noises, and that it was probably odd. He was an odd man.
As his eyes watched the creature wander back into the great beyond, he stuck his gun back into the holder and ran his fingers through his messy brown hair. Sleep suddenly caught up with him and he felt so tired, not to mention he had to use the facilities. His bladder was probably the same size as a pregnant woman’s right now. As he knocked on the door, he saw a streak of black hair come towards the door and he gave her a smile. She graciously opened the door and he nodded his head. ”No worries, ma’am. And thank you,” he went down the hallway and entered the bathroom. It looked a little girly, but that was alright. As he emptied his bladder into the toilet, he couldn’t help but think that the woman whose house he was in was rather attractive. His mind in the gutter, of course, had to do with the fact that he hadn’t gotten any action in what seemed like months. But he shook the thoughts out of his mind as he flushed the toilet and put down the seat before going to wash his hands.
He entered the kitchen and offered the woman a smile. ”That would be delicious, thank you.” he enjoyed his coffee black, and as he sat down at the kitchen table, he again felt just how tired he was. ”So you own the vineyard?” he asked, hoping the question didn’t sound too stupid. Honestly, Caleb had met so many rich princesses that were annoying and just lived in places that their daddy’s had bought that he just wanted to make sure that this woman was a normal woman with a normal job. ”I’ve always wanted to see how wine was made.”
Truth. He had. Winery had always fascinated him. Something about the idea of wine being created out of grapes seemed so distant. To him, wine probably just spouted from rocks or something like waterfalls, only it was wine. He had never given it much thought. ”I’ve been rude, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Caleb Hayes. I’m new to Sapphire Bay.” he said, offering his hand to the woman. Caleb wanted to seem polite, normally he was, but in the chaos of the bear and his need to use the facilities, his manners had escaped him. He felt rude, especially to the woman who had given him coffee and allowed him to use the bathroom. She was probably polite and perfect compared to his petty self. Ah well. He was only a police officer who’s duty was to help everyone else before his own needs. No big deal.
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Post by hblood on Dec 9, 2011 0:04:55 GMT -5
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Juniper was raised to be a hostess – Manhattan was home to a plethora of them. It was almost infused in her very blood to tend to a man when he graced her home. She would treat this police officer that saved her life and her precious harvest like he was a king even though naturally, even if they were supposed to be a profession of respect, she disliked police. She found them unreliable and she was lucky that they responded to her call. She could bet a grand of her own personal spending money that when this guy was alerted of her call they sounded like it was no big deal. It was a big deal, but then again the news of protesting college student getting sprayed in the face with mace would turn her off from any man in a uniform. Juniper wasn’t raised to lust men of his breed; she was raised to follow a man in tailored suits and deep pockets. Not that she needed a man with deep pockets, she had a heavy pure of her own.
She grabbed a mug that she judged a man’s hand would fit in and poured out the rest of the coffee she had made for him. In all actuality, Juniper wasn’t so sure how long she would really be keen on keeping him in her home. He was attractive sure, although she hadn’t taken the chance to size him up with her eyes. It was probably the fact that he saw her in her lace panties, a tank top, and her nipples were probably hard as bullets. So, there probably wasn’t going to be anything that surprised if she was able to seduce him and get him to have sex with her. She wasn’t a whore, but sex was something Juniper had been deprived of for what to seem months and she just needed to be satisfied before she could go another stretch of months without it. How exactly did a woman who: didn’t know the man, didn’t know if she was attracted, or if he had what she preferred between his legs, bring up casual sex? She just didn’t think there was any way she could do that. She didn’t want anyone getting it in with her, but she shook the thoughts from her head.
She was just lonely and horny and he was a man and they had dicks. She wanted sex, but she would just have to wait.
She set the coffee down in front of him before sitting across from him at the table. Sipping her coffee, she nodded. “Yes, I own the vineyard. I’ve been learning to make the wine, as well.” He then said that he had always wanted to learn how to make wine, but she had to admit –it was a little fascinating. It didn’t just consist of squeezing grapes, there was so much more to it and she was still a novice. She traced her finger around her mug, the heat felt calming against her skin. She glanced up at it him, now she was sizing him up. He wasn’t a bad looking chap, but it didn’t mean his penis was what she wanted. He could be a pencil, a finger, a potato, or a thick sausage – men always had a surprise down there. It was like revealing a present, but dicks usually didn’t come in boxes with wrapping paper and pretty bows.
“You could always stop by when the wine-making is open to the public, Mr. Officer.” Calling him “Mr. Officer” must have reminded him that they didn’t know each other. Perhaps she wanted them to be two strangers, than they could just have sex here and now and she would be satisfied and never have to see his pretty little eyes with eyelashes-a-bit-too-long-to-make-him-manly again. But, his name was Caleb Hayes and it had a nice little ring to it. Juniper Hayes…. It didn’t sound too bad either. She wondered if it was normal for women to try on surnames of men like clothing when they were shopping. Technically when trying to find a decent guy you were shopping, so what the heck.
She extended her hand to meet his. “Juniper Charland, a pleasure Officer Hayes. However, I was born and raised in Manhattan, New York so Sapphire Bay is all foreign to me as well. I only came here to get away from the city air, meet new people, but I don’t find the people here all that….welcoming. To be honest, I feel almost old living here with there being so many people twenty-one and under here…. I feel a little lonely and untouched, if you get what I mean.” …Did she really just tell a police officer how horny she is? Yeah, she really did.
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Post by caleb hayes on Dec 9, 2011 19:33:09 GMT -5
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Honestly, Caleb didn’t want to make her think that she needed to help him, but he was glad she had offered him coffee. There was no way that he could go through the day without coffee. Coffee was a drug in his system and it had all started when he was in college and needed to pull all-nighter every other night. Turns out, all those all-nighters had prepared him for the future endeavors he would do as a police officer. More often than not the only reason he would be functioning was because he had one or two hours of sleep and a big cup of coffee. As he watched her go to the cabinet that he assumed held the mugs, he smiled to himself. Not many people would allow a stranger come into their home and drink their coffee, even though he was certain the only reason was because he had saved her from the terrifying bear that had come at her. The big terrifying bear that had a hole in its arm and would hopefully never come back and eat the berries again. Although, if he wanted to see this lovely lass, he hoped the bear might return.
Sex. With his midnight shifts, having sex seemed almost impossible. Sure, there had been the occasional girls from the bars and whatnot, and even an intern or two, but nothing that made him wants sex more than once. The last almost two weeks had been dedicate do him training to substitute for the chief of police as the man went away on some well-deserved vacation and also picking up any extra money. He did not want to stay in some small apartment for the rest of his life. For some reason, people thought police officers were paid a lot; they really weren’t. Sure, better than average, but nothing that could help him stay afloat in this economy. And sex, while important it was, he was not willing to bring a girl into his shabby apartment and let her see how so, well, grisly he was. Usually the girl just took him to their house and he left in the morning before she could ask if he wanted some breakfast or lunch or something else that girls tended to make up for guys to stay longer. There was no way for him to bring up how attractive she was without blurting out that he wanted to throw her down on the kitchen table and have his way with her. Nope, no smooth way to bring that topic around. So for the time being, Caleb would bite his tongue and deal with her attractiveness and just casually pretend as though everything was alright.
The coffee was set down on the table in front of her and he smiled in gratitude. He didn’t want to sound stupid when he asked if she owned the vineyard, but in his mind, it made sense. ”Sounds intense. I wish I had the patience to learn how to make wine. I have a very short attention span,” Caleb said, a small smile toying at the edges of his lips. She didn’t answer his second question, but that was alright. He was just making simple conversation to pass the time as he drank his coffee. He didn’t want to rudely drink his coffee and then leave her without saying a word. It would be, well, rude and inconsiderate considering she was welcoming him into her home.
As she came up with the simple nickname, he felt chills for a moment, but casually drank his coffee as though his body hadn’t reacted in a positive way. ”Perhaps I will,” he said with a shrug before offering her another smile. She finally offered him her name; Juniper. Such a unique and pretty name for probably a unique and pretty girl. But as her innuendo reached his ears he gave her a seductive smile.
”Trust me, Ms. Charland, I understand completely. Not everyone is as friendly as us at the police department.” he said, suddenly feeling as though he crossed a line. What was he saying? That totally was overstepping his line as a police officer, let alone a twenty-five year old hitting on a woman that was probably about the same age. Juniper was probably feeling violated. Studying his coffee, he sighed. ”Anyways, I’m glad I’m the first friendly person; it seems, to welcome you here. I haven’t gotten the best welcome in the world either,” he mentioned in passing, rubbing his head where the purse had struck him days before.
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Post by hblood on Dec 21, 2011 22:10:51 GMT -5
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She went from living in a city: streets cluttered with litters, with bodies starving from whether it is drugs or food, damp, cold, harsh Manhattan streets. It hardens a person, walking past such poverty while you hugged your five hundred dollar pea-coat closer to yourself out of some irrational paranoia that the person shivering on the pavement will reach up and rip it off you. Juniper didn’t miss that aspect of the city; she didn’t miss the obvious pain. What she missed was the history she had there; the people that knew her, perhaps ex-boyfriends to fill a need that watching this officer before reminded her. She felt a little promiscuous, to say that she was imagining risqué things with a man she barely knew. Well, perhaps it was because he saved her – it was normal to have some sort of sudden burst of emotion toward your savior, wasn’t it?
She didn’t know and she wasn’t going to drill herself over it. Though she felt a little bit of sexual attention in the air – it could have been all in her mind. She wouldn’t lie; she was more than interested in him. When she was younger, she saw men in uniforms and found them admirable, but throughout her life she tossed them aside. She had “hippie” friends who were active and she heard so many stories about cruel and unusual law enforcement that it turned her off from them. She half wondered if anything could come of this officer, what those friends would think. Would she be a traitor? Not all policemen were bad, right? Some of them admittedly, were repulsive, but he wasn’t repulsive. She wanted to crawl into his lap, she was lonely and she was still “in shock” so she could use at an excuse. Was there really an excuse? Sex was sex. He had a penis and she wanted it.
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Post by caleb hayes on Dec 22, 2011 19:14:03 GMT -5
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He went from living in a small town outside of a big city to living in a mini city. That was the only way Caleb could describe the area. It was bigger than his small town in Massachutes, but it was smaller than any of the surrounding cities. Milton was a place where everyone was happy, where you knew your neighbors and were best friends with your enemies. He had never had a bad experience, but coming from there to here was a difficult move. He had to leave his sisters and father and stepmother to come and was faced with the fact that not everyone was as lucky as he was. More often than not he had to break a fight up, see bullets fly in the shambles of the town and see lines of homeless people waiting to get into the shelter that was minutes from his house. But those thoughts were ones that depressed him and made him chill to the bone. Right now, he was sitting in front of a pretty lady and drinking his coffee and that was what he needed to think about.
All he wanted was for her to have her way with him, but he was sure everything was in his mind. There was no way that this beautiful woman was interested in him; she was smart and charming while he was just a lowly police officer. Something was incredibly attractive about a woman who owned her own business, and Juniper did. Hell, just the outfit she was wearing was hot to Caleb. He thought more with his dick than anything else sometimes and he was oddly ok with that notation. But he would feel as though she was just in shock and that everything was a one-time deal, which was alright, but he knew he might want more. Hell, he wanted more of women all the time but usually held his urges back.
”I suppose if it was interesting enough I wouldn’t get bored,” he said, shooting her a wink before finishing off the rest of his coffee. Gently placing the cup on the counter, he propped his elbows on the counter and listened to her say thank you. ”No worries, it’s nice to see a friendly face” and it was. He had forgotten what it was like to be around people that didn’t judge your every move, like the majority of the people he dealt with. Just because he wore the uniform didn’t mean he was always the bad guy. Caleb had gotten into the job to be the good guy and if people couldn’t deal with that, well, poor them. He wanted to help people, not go around shooting it up like police officers were sometimes portrayed in movies. As Juniper leaned closer to him, his brown eyes glanced down and saw that her cleavage was giving him a small show and he cleared his throat before quickly looking up at her, wondering if she knew what she was doing. Probably. Girl’s didn’t always play fair and he knew that for a fact.
A seductive purr entered his ears and he gave her a sly grin. ”’I’d love that. It would be nice to have a home cooked meal for once, considering I’ve been having take-out the last couple of nights.” he mentioned before leaning closer to her. ”And I’m sure you could show me just how friendly city girls could really be.” Normally, he wasn’t this forward (all the time anyways) but he couldn’t help it. She obviously wanted him and he wanted her.
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Post by hblood on Dec 26, 2011 18:42:34 GMT -5
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“Boring? No, it won’t be boring. Making wine is hard and selling it is even harder, but it’ll be a once in a lifetime thing to see. It’ll keep you entertained.” She said smugly, leaning back and removing all source of cleavage viewing pleasure from in front of the man before her. As he confirmed that he indeed would, return for dinner and “getting to know each other:” a code for “we’ll have sex later if you bring the rubbers and tell me I’m the prettiest thing you ever did see;” she was smug with herself and being able to lure in a lustful prey. He was just a policeman and bear or no bear; she probably would have been just as smitten with the idea of sleeping with him no matter what the job title was as long as it was admirable.
She was sure of her ability to make a home-cooked meal so good that this poorly fed policeman could burst at the seams with delight. She would need him to be able to hold his own in the bedroom, as a meal she made for a man usually served a purpose. They weren’t married and single women didn’t cook just because they could, some had a reserve tank of skills to use for moments like this. This was one of those moments where you fed the man to open him up and then you would screw him silly until you were satisfied you could go without for however long without such a need. She had amazing willpower when it came to filling this need. She could go another six months to a year without it – but she didn’t think she would be going without if she encountered other tempting offers.
Unlacing her legs, she stood up with such grace and speed it looked like she had been floating above the chair instead of sitting in it. Taking his coffee mug and hers, she made her way to the sink and set them down inside. Turning to face him now standing, she smirked a little smirk that was mixed with playful seduction, a thankful post-damsel in distress, and a hostess expecting her guest to return. She walked with him to the door and out on to the post. “Well, Mr. Officer, I do expect for you to return at a certain hour for our dinner. I promise to keep the wine at bay so you won’t need a designated driver.” She leaned her body against the threshold and crossed her legs. “Have a good day!” She added with a cute little wave and kind of an awkward, full-teethed smile before he left her property.
Shutting her front door, she immediately devoured her toast – who knew seducing a man would make you so hungry for cooked bread and jelly? Not Juniper, but she ate down her small meal before clapping and brushing off her fingers of crumbs. She downed orange juice without pulp straight from the carton before changing into some appropriate “every-day” wear to leave her house. She had things to do, a puppy to buy and buy enough things to make it content before bringing it back to her nest. She also would have to be one of those people who brought their dog in the store because they just bought it and couldn’t bear to leave it in the car. So, locking up her home she went about her day and pushed her plans for the evening to the back burner of her brain.
She chose an adorably chubby red and white English bulldog which she affectionately named Lemon after finding her puppy breath smelt of lemons and not of the awful smell it should have been. It should have alarmed the woman and made her worry, but she bought the puppy and signed all the paperwork to take her home. She brought her into the pet store and bought her a little black harness, collar, engraved a name tag, bought a leash, a pet bed, a blanket to put her in the top of her grocery cart, food, bowls, treats, and as many toys as her puppy brain could handle.
Her trip to the grocery store was one that was more insufferably long due to people of all ages wanting to pet her puppy and interrogate her about their short time spent together so far. It wasn’t really anyone’s business why she decided to buy a puppy, but she did buy a puppy to keep her company and it was an easier travelling companion than a boyfriend or a friend.
She ended up deciding to make her oh-so-delicious Chicago peppered steak for Caleb. After cooking the steak on high with vegetable oil, she added in celery pieces, onion bits, green peppers, red peppers, and mushrooms. Adding in a sauce to cook it all in and let it soak, she made mash potatoes on the side and she decided there was no need for another side vegetable due to the fact she had made the steak with so many pieces of vegetables already.
She put herself into a little black number and waited for headlights before putting their food on plates. Her puppy was passed out and stuffed from her own meal and allowed Juniper to enjoy her own meal with her guest and then her highly anticipated after dinner alone time with her savior, the officer she would gladly strip his uniform off of for an hour or longer.
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Post by caleb hayes on Dec 30, 2011 23:06:38 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
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He spent the majority of the day driving around and yawning. There was, for once, no trouble brewing throughout downtown Sapphire Bay during the day. Really, the only eventful thing Caleb had was pulling over some scared little teenager and telling him not to speed and text at the same time. His mind had continuously drifted towards later in the evening, and when his shift finally ended around four, he sped home. A perk about being a police officer was that not many people could pull you over and complain about you’re driving. He was the deputy and he was in charge of the town, no one else. Well, besides the mayor and the chief. They were in charge of him, but Caleb knew that if he made a good enough excuse, it would all work out in the end.
As he threw on a pair of jeans and a nice polo, he glanced at his reflect. He looked tired, but he knew he was going to have a long night ahead of him. Sure, it wouldn’t necessarily be sex (although that was what he hoped) it would be nice to eat with someone other than his fish on the counter. There wouldn’t be take-out; he was sure Juniper would have a well-cooked meal prepared, and considering he was a guy and spoke with his stomach, he was sure he would enjoy anything she prepared for the evening. Literally and figuratively, of course.
Slipping into his car, he drove the familiar route to her house, surprised with how well he remembered the route. On the seat next he was red roses and bread. Caleb had been brought up believing that bringing something to dinner was right, and considering Juniper owned a vineyard, he couldn’t exactly bring wine. Sure, the excuse sounded flimsy and weird, but Caleb hoped his pathetic excuse would make her chuckle and be happy that she had decided to invite him over once again.
His hand tapped against the wooden door and he held the flower and bread in his hands. Hopefully she wouldn’t mind the gesture. As the door opened, Caleb gave her a crooked grin. ”My mother always taught me to bring something to dinner, and since you own a vineyard, I figured wine was out of the question” he said, as though he hadn’t practice the lines earlier in the car. ”So I hoped bread and roses would make up for the trip without any wine”
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Post by hblood on Jan 1, 2012 21:27:55 GMT -5
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If someone was writing this, her life and her actions, and another person was reading her life – they would think that she wasn’t very “classy” or that she respected herself enough. Well, she would gladly like to inform them of how long it has been since her needs have been filled, because she puts her work before her personal life. Juniper knew that the weeks ahead of her starting tomorrow morning, actually, she would become her busy and usual homebody self that she’s always been. So, stone her for leaping at the chance to feel emotionless affection – she wasn’t only the one who had places that they needed to be scratch. Juniper, however, was more than willing to act upon satisfying those needs. Caleb was a man and they wanted this, they wanted sex, and for them – no strings attached was a divine gift.
She tugged the end of her dress down to a respectable but still tempting length. She didn’t care what he thought now or what he would think after, it wasn’t a commitment deal. She didn’t want to and would not, pop in, check up on, or try to keep in touch with him after tonight. If he didn’t want it again, whether it be he lands himself a little teeny-bopper or this didn’t feel good, she wasn’t going to stress, worry, or get anxious about it. There were other men out there – the world had seven billion people walking and she’d be damned if there wasn’t another man with a penis that he wanted to get wet. She would find that highly unlikely, she wasn’t as ugly as she used to be when she first came out of the womb with a unibrow and ugly teeth to boot. She wasn’t a fan of showing pictures from her childhood for the fact that she was sinfully ugly. It happens and she hoped her children wouldn’t have to come out as ugly as she did. At least she grew into a beautiful woman, at least.
Opening the door, she angled her body to let him soak her in. if there was any doubt in his brain that they weren’t having sex it would be washed away. As it was, she was just about tempting as a flamboyant peacock trying to show his lady what a good looker he was. And Caleb, well, she didn’t expect him to clean up or shave or smell of strong cologne – she was surprised he wasn’t in uniform and perhaps, a little glum. That was a bit of a turn on, stripping the office of his uniform, right? That had been part of her dirty fantasies to do with him while driving, but when he was in jeans and polo they got sent to the big, fat, reject pile. At least, if the humping was good, she could give him the idea to pop in and have quick, hot, monkey sex on his lunch break or something. She was up for that if she wasn’t skyping a business partner.
She took the roses from him and smiled, a little flirty, casual, anticipating – “Well, roses are a bit too romantic for my tastes, but I’ll put them in my office so when the numbers are killing my eyes, I have pretty flowers to look at and as for the bread….. Well, I didn’t really prepare a meal for bread, but I’ll selfishly keep it to make myself sandwiches later.” She said as she took the bread from him, too. “So I guess, your mother has raised a good little police man.” She tapped his cheek, after putting the bred in the crook of her arm, as she said police man as if she was praising a puppy.
“Well, come on,” she said, nodding her head backward before turning and heading toward her counter to set down the bread and flowers. Hell, if she left the room, he might leave and she didn’t want that. He and his penis, which was what she was after, were not leaving until she was satisfied. An even exchange for buying some pricey-ass steaks and making some good tasting food – not that she knew if it tasted good, she was just assuming it tasted good. Yes, she was just that cocky about her hostess skills under her belt. Turning back she gestured to the chair as she went to the fridge, bent over, albeit purposely because she wanted him to look at this – her body and what he was getting later – to pull out the wine from this vineyard.
She popped the cork open with her wine opener and poured the wine into his glass and into hers. He would sober this off with some good, hard sex later – so she didn’t feel bad for him not having a designated driver. She set the bottle on the opposite of the table before sitting down across from him. “Okay, I’m not one to say grace or anything of the like, let’s just eat before this poor steak teases us anymore than it is.” Grabbing her knife and fork, her etiquette was top notch, but she didn’t think he would notice or care, but it was out of habit. No elbows on the table, don’t arch your elbows high, don’t haunch over – her mother slapped and fork-stabbed those morals into her that now, whenever she ate, she didn’t forget them.
Letting them eat a few bites in silence, she decided that she needed to get it out there. If he didn’t plan on fucking her already, she wanted the idea in his head and if that still didn’t convince the officer to use his dick for the greater good of satisfying Juniper’s needs, she would forcibly seduce and make him use his dick. She was that horny, that lonely, and honestly that desperate. Not that she would ever, ever, ever admit that aloud. “So,” she started and sipped a bit of her wine. Maybe he was getting a good view of her breasts, but she didn’t care. “This is a bit frank, but I plan on fucking you.” She shrugged and smirked deviously. “No strings, just sex and preferably without kisses – I’m not a kisses, smooch-woochy fan. I like sex, I’m open for all positions, but don’t try to put it in my butt. I mean, I have a vagina, why would you need my butt? It’s not like I’m afraid of the pain or anything, I just don’t see the point. That’s an exit, not an entrance, you know?” She paused and waited for a reaction before giggling. “Too blunt?”
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Post by caleb hayes on Jan 3, 2012 15:00:01 GMT -5
s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
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Roses were too romantic, but he couldn’t help it. His mother had raised him right and he knew that he would feel stupid if he had come empty handed. Although he was sure his clothes would be discarded on the ground later in the evening, something to bring seemed right. Sure, there were condoms in his wallet (just two), he didn’t want to seem like he was too eager. Eager, he had learned, was not good. And Caleb had a reputation to uphold.
”As long as you like them and they don’t end up in the garbage when I leave, everything is good” he teased as he took a step into the house. He got his cheek patted like a good little puppy and a small teasing smile splayed across his face. But his mind reeled. His mother, who was buried six feet under in his hometown, brought sad memories. His stepmother had done a good job, but his mother had bred him from the very beginning. ”I suppose she did” he said quietly, following her into the house.
His mind wandered to a place that it hadn’t been in ages. Usually, Caleb tried to think of other things then his mother, and he had done a good job of that. His father was the asshole, his stepmother the fairy godmother, and his sisters the evil ones turned good. It almost seemed as though his whole life was a fairytale that could never go right. He had only taken the job here because Sapphire Bay was the only place to actually offer him a job after his years venturing around. He had only remained in contact with his father because his stepmother wouldn’t hear of anything else. A fairytale gone wrong, that was what Caleb told himself. And eventually, everything would fall into place.
The wine was poured and he watched the velvet liquid fall into the clear glass, his eyes focusing on the surroundings, forcing his mind to calm down. He brought it to his lips and sipped the liquid, loving the fresh taste that must have been because it was from, well, a vineyard. He nodded at her comment and gave her a small smile before digging in. The flavor bursted into his mouth and he smiled at her again. ”Delicious, as I would expect nothing less.” he teased, because adding another bite to his mouth. Yup, the best home cooked meal he had in what seemed like forever. Seriously, his take out weeks were becoming a record and he had a feeling that if he didn’t learn how to cook, his belt would slowly be taken out.
It almost seemed as though the silence was overwhelming and he was about to open his mouth and make small talk when Juniper beat him to it. If he hadn’t stopped eating, he was sure that he would have spit the food out all across the table. Yes, that was very blunt, but it was exactly what he was thinking. He took a sip of wine before answering. ”I understand with the butt sex. It doesn’t really turn me on either. It’s kind of like…shit comes out of it, and my dick does not deserve to be put in a place that shit comes out of.” Caleb replied, trying to figure out what to say. ”And yes, it was blunt, but that makes it easier to get to the point” he took a bite of the steak ”So did you have a specific time you want this to go on? After dinner? Because there’s a football game on at eight that I was hoping on watching. Giants versus the Cowboys, and I’m a Giants fan.” he really did want to watch the stupid football game, and while he loved sex, he loved football as well. If he got both, and steak, well, his life was complete.
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Post by hblood on Jan 10, 2012 11:27:49 GMT -5
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She could tell that he enjoyed the food, by watching him eat and seemed content. Juniper didn’t feel he even needed her to be there for a talk, that he was fine eating what she prepared and then coming to find her for the sex. She didn’t know that he would be the start of a turning point in her life. That Caleb was the foot in the door for changing her views on relationships. He would be, unbeknownst to him, the man who changed her for what would be slightly worse than she is now. She didn’t know that along with him she’d take up to sleeping with another man. And because of her risqué behaviors her father would hire a body guard. She didn’t know she was going to change so drastically, but she would be. Juniper had good morals, but they were seemingly shoved aside and borderline nonexistent.
She had served considerably smaller portions of food compared to what she served him, so she finished first with ease. It was something that, when back in Manhattan would have been frowned upon if the hostess finished first, but she had to go prepare the room. He made it clear he wanted it to be quick, to her disappointment, but there was a thrill of enjoyment knowing he would be that honest with her and treat her like an old friend. Of course she knew when the football came on, so she knew just about how long she had to try to get her own satisfaction from him. She had no doubt in her sexually arrogant brain that he would get the thrills he needed but she took longer, she needed a bit more care. Sex was great regardless, but if he got his peak than she wanted hers.
She finished off her wine and stood. “Well, if you want to catch the football game then I better make sure nothing will distract you in my room.” She took her plate and set it down in the sink before heading down to her room. She knew what would be distracting to men, she slapped down picture frames, shut her closet full of clothes, made sure that she had no dirty laundry, underwear especially laying around. The bed was made, the lighting was dim, the way she liked it, and she had a box of condoms in her nightstand but she hoped he brought his own because he knew his penis better than she did. She just wanted to get her release and then he could go watch his football game.
She made her way down to him and she pressed her hand against the doorframe, she leaned, and laced one leg over the other and she smiled, of course, a smile of a woman waiting for what she really wanted. “well, Mr.Officer if you’re ready for me, I’m ready for you and your big guns.” She winked and waited for him to get close before leading him back, checking behind her shoulder to make sure she kept his interest. Once they were in the bedroom, she pushed him down on her bed, climbed on top of him. She didn’t believe in kissed and she wouldn’t kiss him. Sex. They took their time, but it was good sex and juniper was satisfied. She rolled herself up in her sheets like a burrito and giggled, a stifled yawn escaping her lips. She watched him get dressed, but she didn’t feel the need to cling or touch. They both had their needs filled and she waved a little wave as he left.
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