The Magic Of Canton Farm – Part 32 – Haven (NSFW)

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Hc3The Magic Of Canton Farm – Haven

A perfect textbook summer Sunday morning with a minor emotional hiccup was quickly becoming wonderful again. The pace of life here was slow and soothing like a smooth meandering river. The foreign rush and hurry of city living didn’t belong here especially today. What better moment could there be to get to know my new lover?

“Why did you leave here?” I asked quietly.

“I wondered how long that question would take.” Warren took my hand in his and turned toward the hill with the big willow tree. “I craved the city, the fancy offices, the shiny cars and bombshell women. I wanted money and power. I was drawn to everything my life didn’t have to offer.”

As we approached the willow, I felt a waft of nostalgia. Not for the one time I’ve been under this tree, but in general. It’s as if this tree is an anchor for life, its own and everything around it.

“My interests were in business, money and anything far removed from dirt, horses and girls in tight jeans.”

“Were you the black sheep?” I asked as we passed through the outer branches that curtained the tree like an enormous thick bell-shaped skirt.

“Not in a bad way. Sure, I love the farm and everything to do with it, but I needed more. I was headstrong and full of determination to prove to everyone that I was better, that I was living the more prestigious life.”

“Did you?”

“I have money, a thriving company, employees who are both much older and way younger. I have a fancy condo and exotic cars. I even had the bombshell wife who loved my possessions more than she loved me. I have it all, and I love it.”

“But?”

“It’s just stuff, Haven. Just like the barn, the horses, this tree and that house. It’s all just stuff painted differently.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I climbed up to the lowest branch and sat. Warren smiled, put his arms around my waist and while standing he rested his head on my lap.

“I was out to prove to the world that one way was better than the other. I found out that it’s all the same except for one thing.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Who’s in it. The quality of people is what matters Haven. An investment banker is no better or worse than the person who bails the hay. I learned that you can dress up in expensive suits, drive sexy cars and the people that love you still love you. Even if you wear torn shirts and walk to work.”

“There’s magic here. I thought it was the place.”

“It partly is. But if assholes lived here, who cared nothing for the land or each other, then it would be the same place but without the magic.”

I petted his head and thought about that. The beauty here was unmistakable. Can love make a place magical? I let his family and this farm heal my soul. I didn’t have to, I wanted to. I sensed goodness here and reached for it like a starved animal. When my dad died, it left a hole in our home. A hole that he kept covered. It grew like a foul cancer and shredded what was left. Mom pulled away, and suddenly her meanness wasn’t so tolerable any longer. Sure, I love her, and I try to be friends, but there is a canyon between us that gets wider every day.

Gill was the sunlight in the dreariness left over. We clung to each other, and I thought it was enough. He didn’t find me to be enough and he found his own love and family. I ambled along pretending to be happy never consciously aware that I wasn’t.

“I never knew I was so unhappy,” I whispered.

“Your brother did.” Warren held me tight, I played with his soft hair and I loved it. “He told me once that you always went out of your way to cheer him up, but nothing he could do was enough. That was well over a year ago. It’s kind of funny that we never met before and he always referred to you as ‘my sister’ he never said your name and I never thought to ask.”

“That’s Gill he would just call me sister. I wondered how you didn’t recognize my name. I only started meeting him for lunch recently. I used to live on the other side if the city, but Gill found me a better place closer to him and to all my friends.”

Warren and I spent the day being silly, riding the quads to a swimming pond, having secret outdoor sex, playing with Turf and by dinner, I was dog-tired. I was inwardly devastated when Warren told me he had to go back to the city tonight. He needed to be there for an early meeting and could not show up tired or road rumpled. I laughed at myself for being so melodramatic over separating. Which is why moments ago he gently slammed me against the bedroom wall and was now kissing me with so much lust I was unable to support myself.

Like the first time we had sex, my pants were off before I realized it. As alarming as that is it was also a huge turn on. With a sexy growl, Warren lifted me, wrapped my legs around his waist and I slid him into me.

The feeling of him was becoming familiar and yet no less exciting. The rushes and surges of hormones and pleasure were drowning me. I clung to his shoulders and kissed him back with even more lust as he thrust into me against the wall. There is something to be said for the hot grabby sex that is purely primal. We both came quickly gasping and still kissing.

“Mmm…” Warren peppered my mouth with quick kisses that meant he was about to stop altogether. “I should tidy up and get on the road.”

“I wish I could come with you.”

“Me too, hopefully, you can soon.”

I nodded. The spell broke from the harsh blow of reality. I was here for many reasons, and despite the magic of Canton Farm I was reminded that this wasn’t a vacation. 

Part #33: Oozing Confidence  .
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12 comments on “The Magic Of Canton Farm – Part 32 – Haven (NSFW)

  1. Nel says:

    That’s so true. All about the quality of people you surround yourself with no matter the setting. I would definitely be super comfortable around a person who lives the high life but can turn around and be on my level no problem, lol.

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  2. Oh yes! Quality over quantity.

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  3. ortensia says:

    I’m afraid that getting older I m also getting greedy more then wise so I say quality and quantity,possibly☺️

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