Jake's and Jolyne's Wild West Adventure - Chapter 3
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Posted:Feb 17, 2022 2:48 pm
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Chapter 3: Quicksand
The caravan set off following your directions. Everyone's mood was particularly joyful, the played in the wagons, someone played and someone sang. Jolyne was sitting in the back of the Herris family wagon facing out. He delighted in embroidering. Hearing the music coming from the other floats she began to sing carefree
Canyon gave the Captain some general directions about how to lead the caravan and then he himself set off ahead of the caravan to check if the road ahead was good for carts. When Canyon later rejoined the caravan he heard the joyful singing. He was impressed by the motivation of this group.
Canyon, being a man, took the opportunity - as he moved between the carts of the caravan - he took the opportunity to check out the women of the group, the skirts. Some were older - and seemingly married - others were younger. He liked the thought that all of them were potential objects of his male desires. If they only knew what he was thinking. He laughed quitely. He made eye contact with the preacher's , the one called Jolyne. He kept his stone face but lifted his hat, and greeted her "Madam". And the pulled his to the front of the caravan. He realized that he had an erection and he instinctively but discretely scratched his crotch.
The guide had stopped to greet her, which pleased her but also seemed strange. Who knows what it was like to become his wife? Certainly she would not have the manner of her father or brother, but the idea of being touched by him was intriguing. Jolyne flushed with her own dirty thoughts.
The group had set camp for the night. It was not dark yet but it soon would be. There were activity everywhere. People were building tents, picking twigs to burn, cooking, fetching water and plants. Jake walked around the camp and hiked up a hill to see what weather was on the horizon. Suddenly he heard a call for help. It was Rose, the preacher's , who came running towards him. "She is sinking, she is sinking, she needs help!"
Jolyne was wiggling panicked. The legs were almost completely swallowed up by the sand. The blue dress floated on the sand. That day she had put on one of her favorite clothes, it was long of a thick blue cloth and a lighter cloth with long sleeves and a terrible long neck, unbearable during the summer days. And suddenly Jolyne heard someone approach. Her sister was running towards her accompanied by Mr. Canyon. As he saw them, Jolyne started screaming for help
Canyon was familiar to quicksand and now he remembered that there was quicksand in the area. He cursed himself for not warning the travellers. He looked at Jolyne's condition and estimated that he would have at lease a few minutes to save her.
Canyon found a dead log nearby which he quickly dragged to the quick sand. He asked Rose to stand on the log and he crawled out on the log towards Jolyne. Jake embraced Jolyne completely around the waist. "Hold on to me!" he said to Jolyne. And he pulled. And pulled. Jolyne was slowly emerging from the sand. Canyon was now sitting on the log. Jolyne's legs were still in the sand. Canyon got a good grip around her butt and pulled. Her flesh felt good in his hands. Jolyne flew out of the sand and onto Canyon as he fell backwards on the log. They were both fortunate that Jolyne was out of danger. The back of Jolyne's dress was thrown up on her back. And they suddenly both realized that Canyon was grabbing her naked butt as the panties had dropped down to her knees as Canyon pulled her up!
Jolyne was really stuck. Canyon tried a first grip and pulled hard causing her dress to open up. Buttons flew in different directions. Canyon tried a new grip - around her firm butt. He pulled again and made her fly out of the sand, landing on top of him as he fell backwards. In the process, also Jolyne's shirt was ripped open and her breasts fell out.
Jolyne started to catch her breath the situation had been dramatic, but now thanks to that man she was safe. She moved away from him allowing him to get up. She was in a pitiful state: the completely dirty dress had broken on the front. She quickly pulled up her panties, covering her own butt showing it to the man. Then she realized that from the rift in his shirt her breasts could be seen very well. Jolyne blushed violently and started covering herself as she could. The man had touched her ass and seen her boobs. That was really improper. With one hand on her chest to hold the fabric steady she turned to Jack "Thank you so much for saving me"
"You are welcome!" Canyon answered "It was worth it." he added cryptically in a lower voice with a grin.
Jolyne looked at him confused for a moment without understanding what he meant. This quickly crossed her mind. All three are preparing to return to the camp. Rose continued to shake her arm as she commented on her clothing and how unseemly it was that someone saw her in that state. Jolyne silenced her tired of hearing her babbling. Back at the camp, her parents welcomed her enthusiastically thanking Jack.
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Jake's and Jolyne's Wild West Adventure - chapter 2
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Posted:Feb 17, 2022 2:46 pm
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Chapter 2: The travellers
THE TRAVELLERS
Jolyne slipped out of the family cart, making a commitment not to make noise. She was agitated about the imminent journey, from the next day a new life would begin for her. Who knows what she would have found beyond the desert, what would have been her role in that new world. She was still struggling to do manual labor and to engage in something other than study and good manners. But as her father always said, work is a virtue that must be carried out. Her father ... The only man in her life, apart from her brother Ellis, both of them too apprehensive and suffocated towards her, always ready to treat her as a . She looked at the night sky while continuing to think about her life. She would have liked to meet a man who spoke to her like a woman ... who embraced her like a woman. Her thoughts were interrupted by Ellis who invited her to return to the tent informing her that it was not nice for a girl to go around at night.
After a quick breakfast with fried eggs and bacon in the saloon at dawn (which he shared with Susan who unexpectedly showed up), Jake was introduced to the leader of the caravan and the spiritual guide. They wanted to travel West and Jake agreed to guide them for a week or so, until they could reach the next larger town. They discussed the reimbursenment for a while and the bargaining almost falied. Jake was at first not satisfied with the amount that the caravan said they could produce, but eventually he gave in. The fur hunting in the mountains had not been going well recently and Jake wanted to do something different. Besides, it would be healthy to interact with people again.
Jake said goodbye to Bob and walked out of the saloon with men from the caravan.
He had received an advance payment (one third of the whole amount and had a good feeling about his task). As he came out, Susan rushed to him in her beautiful yellow dress to kiss goodbye. Jake shamelessly grabbed her breasts jokingly as they kissed (and deeply regretted that it would be at least two weeks until he could see her again), and Susan equally shamelessly just laughed at his inappropriate behavior. Anyone good fearing would have frown at the sight of these sinners.
They were preparing for departure. Jolyne was busy gathering firewood. His brother helped the other men to stabilize the loads on the cart. Everyone was in turmoil. Her mother kept shouting at her to hurry. However, her attention was captured by the return of her father, Thomas Herris, the head of the caravan and a man unknown to her.
Jake followed the preacher and the caravan captain to the crowd of carts that were being loaded and prepared for departure. I was a diverse group of men and women, yound and old. The captain caught everyone's attention and they gathered around. The preacher introduced Jake to the group. "Call me Canyon" he said. "I will guide you to lime stone city. It should most likely be a safe ride, but I ask every armed man to raise a hand so that I know who you are. We should be fine but you never know." The preacher then introduced me to a few people including his family. His daughters who curtsied elegantly struck me as being very attractive but were dressed in uninspiring dresses all the way up to the neck.
Jolyne stopped to watch the man who was approaching her accompanied by her father. The man was different from the people she normally dealt with, he seemed scruffy, but he was somewhat attractive in her eyes. As soon as he approached her she made a small reverence, exposing her best smile. Mr Herris pointed to her turning to Jack "This, Mr. Canyon, is my Jolyne." "Nice to meet you sir. Thank you for your help during the trip," Jolyne smiles as the rest of the family gathers. "And these are my wife Mary, my Ellis and my Rose," said the pastor
As a mountain man, Jake had a serious facial expression. He lifted his hat to the preacher's family. His eyes might have dwelled a little bit longer on the ladies than he should have. "Don't worry about the journey", he said to the family. "You are in safe hands." Jake walked off to mount his .
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Jake's and Jolyne's Wild West Adventure - chapter 1
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Posted:Feb 17, 2022 2:44 pm
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Chapter 1: Jake comes to town
Jake arrived late into town. It was already dark and he might have had to spend the night in the mountains if the bad weather had continued. As he rode into town he saw the many carraiges parked just outside the town and he guessed that it was the people that he were here to guide.
Jake tied his outside the saloon. Bob - the owner - greeted him as the entered the saloon. There were only two other guests there. Bob was actually the one who had called for him to come back to town. There was a poster in Bob's saloon advertising Jake's skill. Once the leader of the caravan had told Bob they needed Jake's help, Bob had sent a messenger up in the mountains to fetch Jake and now he was here.
The following morning Jake would pick up the discussion with caravan people but this night he was looking forward to a bath and soft bed. He asked for Susan, the blond who he had known for ten years already, but she wasn't available. Jake was disappointed since he enjoyed being bathed by her, and she gave a fantastic blowjob. Being out in the moujntains and camping alone make a man long for female company. The bath girl he was assigned had a soft touch but she didn't provide any other services. He hung his clothes by the bed and fell promptly asleep.
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The book of life
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Posted:Feb 17, 2022 12:24 pm
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I have recently read a book with Swedish title "Köttets poesi" containing
erotic poetry from the 17th, 18th and 19th centuries.
Most of the texts are either hard to understand or perhaps not so
exciting for the contemporary audience. I have picked out a poem for you,
apparently published in 1839. Author unknown I guess. I have made an attempt to translate it for you, but some parts I couldn't understand and much less translate. Some parts I also made a guess and some parts I couldn't understand but translated directly anyway (maybe someone else will understand).
I think the poem has a teasing symbolism of our innate desire for the opposite sex that transcends the ages (although I am sure several of you readers could make an equally good attempt using the same "book" symbolism) .
I think the poem primarily catered to the male reader, but I'd like to know
from both men and women if you appreciate it.
The book of life
It is often said that "If you want to become wise,
you must read the book of life."
Then what is that book? Listen my friend,
as I will try to describe it.
It is published in millions of copies,
and it is republished every day.
It only has two purple pages
The slit is the pleasure of man.
It is appreciated in all countries
and is eagerly read, day and night.
A translation is not necessary,
a different kind of appreciation is needed.
Thousands of variantions should exist,
but the main content is always the same.
[intranslatable]
This book is sweet, clear, and light,
and is reread over and over again.
It can easily be understood without a bright head,
but a head is required. [Not sure if there is symbolism here that I don't get]
[intranslatable]
Its ink is not black as well known,
and its style is pretty hot.
Quite a few hold a copy of their own,
those who don't, they borrow, poor men.
Its cover may be German, English or Danish,
its contents is French though.
I have tried as good as I can,
to make it clear to you.
But if you are still confused,
I can only say, "Go read the book!"
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19th century erotic poem - book of life
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Posted:Sep 10, 2020 4:25 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 1:54 am
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I have recently read a book with Swedish title "Köttets poesi" containing erotic poetry from the 17th, 18th and 19th centuries.
Most of the texts are either hard to understand or perhaps not so exciting for the contemporary audience. I have picked out a poem for you, apparently published in 1839. Author unknown I guess. I have made an attempt to translate it for you, but some parts I couldn't understand and much less translate. Some parts I also made a guess and some parts I couldn't understand but translated directly anyway (maybe someone else will understand).
I think the poem has a teasing symbolism of our innate male desire for the opposite sex that transcends the ages (although I am sure several of you readers could make an equally good attempt using the same "book" symbolism) . I think the poem primarily catered to the male reader, but I'd like to know from both men and women if and how you appreciate it.
The book of life
It is often said that "If you want to become wise,
you must read the book of life."
Then what is that book? Listen my friend,
as I will try to describe it.
It is published in millions of copies,
and it is republished every day.
It only has two purple pages
The slit is the pleasure of man.
It is appreciated in all countries
and is eagerly read, day and night.
A translation is not necessary,
a different kind of appreciation is needed.
Thousands of variantions should exist,
but the main content is always the same.
[intranslatable]
This book is sweet, clear, and light,
and is reread over and over again.
It can easily be understood without a bright head,
but a head is required. [Not sure if there is symbolism here that I don't get]
[intranslatable]
Its ink is not black as well known,
and its style is pretty hot.
Quite a few hold a copy of their own,
those who don't, they borrow, poor men.
Its cover may be German, English or Danish,
its contents is French though.
I have tried as good as I can,
to make it clear to you.
But if you are still confused,
I can only say, "Go read the book!"
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