I may be a little late getting to the party - just call me Cinderella - but here am I. Autumn is my favorite season of the year. I love the shift from the heat of summer and the vivid greens to the crisp, cooler weather of fall. The autumn colors are so rich and beautiful...all the more so because they last such a brief time but it's glorious.
One of my favorite fall things to do is build a fire in the pit out on the deck, bundle up with a blanket and a glass of wine to star gaze late at night. The autumn skies are so clear and the stars burst out with such clarity this time of year. It's been the full moon the past few nights and it's been simply amazing - so beautiful!
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Fall often sets the scene in my romance tales so from one of my favorites, Dust Bowl Dreams, here's a little taste of a hot autumn night....if you like it, buy links are below!
Life’s never easy for a good-hearted man who decides crime is the answer to his troubles.
No rain in the summer of 1933 is bad news for Oklahoma farmer Henry Mink. The local banker wants the mortgage on the farm paid and unless Henry comes up with the dough, his widowed mother and four young siblings won’t have a home. Jobs are scarce so he decides to rob a bank. His sweetheart, school teacher Mamie Logan, doesn’t like the idea and neither does Henry’s kid brother Eddie but Henry’s out of options.
He leaves home and robs a bank at nearby Ponca City. When he returns home, he pays off the mortgage but new troubles show up. Mamie is his greatest joy and they become engaged but by fall, Henry has no options left but to rob another bank. If he can pull off one another big job, he figures he’ll be set until the hard times are over but few things in life go as planned. His desperate efforts will either secure his future or destroy it forever.
If Henry’s family survives and Mamie’s love endures, he’ll need a miracle
The crisp contrast between the cool night and the heat of his increasing passion sent shivers through Henry’s body. Mamie pressed her body against his as he drove the few blocks over to where she boarded. Following her plan, he made a show of walking her to the front door, gave her a chaste goodnight kiss, and ambled back to his car. He drove off after she entered the house with a jaunty wave and headed back toward the downtown district.
Henry parked along a dark side street and walked down the alley running behind the Stephens’ house. The old gate to the back yard squeaked when he lifted the latch, but he stepped through, minimizing the sound as best he could. On the way to the rear door, he stumbled over a Radio Flyer wagon and swore under his breath. When he fumbled his way to the back porch, the door swung open wide and Mamie ushered him inside. Without any greeting, she linked her hands behind his neck and kissed him, her mouth sweeter than any honey he’d ever tasted.
“Oh, Mamie,” he said as she released him to take hold of his hand.
“C’mon,” she said with a giggle. “Let’s go upstairs.”
A narrow flight of steps led straight up from the kitchen and into the upstairs hall. If Henry remembered the layout of the house, the broader front staircase ascended from the small entryway. Mamie’s bedroom, smallest of all, lay at the rear of the house and overlooked the house next door. He knew which one belonged to her because he’d often watched the light come on inside after dropping her off, but until now he’d never set foot within it.
Henry watched as she pulled the drapes before switching on a small white, milk glass hurricane lamp on the bedside table. The soft electrical light lit the place and tossed shadows high on the Art Deco wallpaper, a busy pattern featuring red diamonds and black X’s divided by squiggly gray lines. He noted how sparse the room seemed with nothing more than a single maple bed, a simple dresser, a small desk, and a single chair. Although he saw a bouquet of dried flowers and the one studio portrait he’d ever had made of himself on the dresser, the room lacked any personal touch. If it wasn’t for the faint scent of Mamie’s sachet powder, a light fragrance with a Frenchified name, Henry couldn’t have guessed she lived here.
Accustomed to coal oil lamps, a candle, and even old fashioned grease lamps, Henry thought the unfamiliar electric light gave an exotic look to Mamie’s face. Someday, he figured the power company would run lines out to the rural areas, but until they did, his family managed the same way previous generations did. He reached for her and hesitated because suddenly the harsher, brighter light seemed all wrong for intimacy.
“Turn off the lamp and open the curtains,” he said. “It’s too much light with the lamp on.”
Mamie sent him a perplexed look, but she turned off the light and opened the drapes. As soon as his eyes adjusted he could see her silhouette and he crossed the floor, which creaked beneath his heavier tread, in two strides. He slipped one arm around her shoulder, the other around her slender waist and pulled her close to him. Henry kissed her with all the hunger built up over recent weeks, his want spilling from him with the force of flood waters overflowing a river’s banks. Her mouth met his with the same ravenous appetite, the kind born from famine and Mamie gave him back heat, sweetness, and desire.
Soft light from the rising moon sent silver illumination across her face as he undid her many buttons, one by one, with his work calloused fingers. When he reached the last one, Mamie stepped out of the garment and it reached the floor, discarded and forgotten. Henry fingered the thin straps of her camisole then slipped it from her just as Mamie slid and stepped out of her drawers. Faster than a snake shedding away its old skin, Henry shucked out of his clothing until he stood nude before her, his cock proud and erect. Goose pimples rippled across his back as cool air from her unheated room wafted over him and he watched the same appear on her creamy skin.
Henry couldn’t wait any longer so he backed onto the narrow bed where Mamie slet alone and took her. He nailed her with swift, intense strokes she seemed to like as much as he did He gasped aloud with a physical rush of pleasure as her cavity tightened around him. Her legs locked around his torso and held him in place and he pumped all his pent-up desires into her. She writhed beneath him and her motions fueled his release. In the final moments, he saw nothing but an explosion of brilliance behind his closed eyes and his body discharged his passion into her vessel. Mamie caught it, held it, and returned it as they hit their peak in unison.
She cried out, wordless and loud with her release and he made some guttural noise even he didn’t know what to call. Their shared intimacy left him weak and breathless, but feeling finer than he had in weeks.
“I needed it,” he whispered to Mamie as she scooted to lay head to toe in her bed, curled up against his sweaty chest. “I love you, honey.”