Summer On The Bluffs Novels & Stories

Today would be no different. Mama Metcalf stubbed her cigarette on the bottom of her shoe, the sensation of squishing it into an ashy mess weirdly satisfying as always, and put the butt in the plastic sandwich baggie she’d brought with her. She laced her fingers together and tilted her head skyward. The clouds parted to let through some sunlight. It was still as cold as a witch’s tit out here though. Summer had never felt so far away. Once it was warmer she might stay with Erik for a while, or propose a short vacation together. Somewhere outdoorsy. She’d always wanted to see the great redwood forest on the outskirts of San Francisco, passing through their shade and out into the open where th

All yummy things. She slowly dragged the washcloth over her breasts. The day’s temps were headed well north of ninety. Cole was fairly certain he’d spotted a new smoke. And there wasn’t a cloud in sight, while the humidity index kept climbing. The Big Bear Rogues would have the aftereffects of last night’s lightning storm to contend with along with the summer’s fires. “Laissez les bon temps roulez,” he growled.

Her cunt pulsed hard, squeezing and driving me into an orgasm along with her. It was going to be a long, dry summer, I lamented. . ~~ AUDREY ~~ The clouds over Tampa were wisps of white that seemed to mar the sky's deep blue. The plane banked over the Gulf, offering shades of blue out farther and an ethereal green closer to the land as the sand was closer to the surface. The plane descended, and the specks on the beach became visible as people. Round yellow, green, red, and white dots provided shade from the sizzling summer sun for the beachgoers.

Emberfall Woods was a thriving, sunlit sanctuary in the heart of summer, the air warm and humid, carrying the rich, earthy scent of sun-warmed pine, blooming wildflowers, and the faint, musky undertone of the forest’s wildlife, the breeze gentle and playful, rustling through the towering pines and ancient oaks, their leaves a deep, vibrant green, the sunlight filtering through the canopy in golden beams, casting a dappled glow across the forest floor, the ground a soft carpet of moss, pine needles, and scattered wildflowers—white daisies and purple lupines—blooming in clusters, their petals catching the sunlight in soft glimmers, the air humming with the buzz of bees, the chirping of birds,

The head of the orphanage found me in the middle of the scorching summer, which was why he named me Theros Sommar. When Daisy learned of it, she then said that moving forward, the summer solstice every year would be my birthday. She then prepared birthday gifts for me and even baked a birthday cake for me to celebrate. Ever since my gastric bleeding the other day, she had forbidden me from drinking again. But the mood back then had been just right, so I pestered her until she gave in and allowed me to drink some red wine. One thing led to another, and that night, she finally gave herself wholly to me.

I was going to say a thing when his father came up to me and grabbed me by the collar, his eyes filled with rage. "What did you do to my daughter?" He murmured this while clinging to my collar. "I made no mistakes, Mr. I was here because I had brought her home." I elaborated. "Dad, please, let go of Blaze, he didn't do anything," "How come you're with a man, Summer?" You've been out here all day!" "We just went somewhere she wanted to go, it wasn't her fault Sir, I'm sorry," I told him. "Yes Dad, we went to the san antonio river walk, that's all,"

I got out of the car as I glanced at him, he looked more handsome in a kaftan. I instantly lowered my gaze as I noticed he was looking at me "Shall we?" he said indicating for me to move forward. I nodded as we entered the park The park was heavenly beautiful, there is a small lake surrounded by three towering bluffs coated in trees and fallen rocks. The water, cool and greenish-blue, wraps around the more heavily traveled East bluff in the shape of an elderly man’s ear. Watercraft, swimmers, fishermen, and children in floaties were in and about the lake. Picnic areas along with sand volleyball courts and scattered trees lie between the parking lot and lakeshore. A charming shop for renting

We drive for days, leaving the misty redwoods of Santa Crus and heading into the dry, dusty deserts of Nevada. Pale scrub brush the color of my straw blonde hair stretches out in all directions, waving in the desert wind. Then we hit the cliffs and canyons of Idaho, spending one night in Twin Falls, where we fall asleep to the heavy roar of the waterfall just outside our cabin room.

Summer Margins Six months later, the bite of the winter solstice had completely vanished, replaced by the heavy, golden warmth of a Pacific summer. The slate glass and frost of the rugged coastline were gone, swapped for deep blue water that rippled gently under a brilliant June sun. Down at the Oakhaven Cove marina, the air was thick with the scent of wild sea roses, sun-baked cedar docks, and roasted coffee beans.