okay I have, at least what I think is, a decent start to what I hope will end up being a good story. But I'm stuck half way through. My mind just kind of shut down after this point, to where now I am just siting infront of the computer staring. help me out!
Here it is:
I am sure it still has some gramer arrors and such, but please focus on the story for me
I am completely and utterly drained. I just spent the last two and a half hours sorting cows to be sold. Which involves running, yelling, swearing, and fighting off the urge to black out or throw up. You do this in a relatively enclosed area with little to no airflow in the heat. Running through at times a foot of shit trying to suck off your boots. If you are not doubled over trying your hardest not to puke, you are running around trying to get a cow to go through a gate into a different area where other cows to be sold are held.
All the while, the world around you goes black and it is as if you are seeing the world through picture negatives. Incessantly you are being yelled at to go faster, or commands are barked out at you with profanities added. You take a cow or two in, and rest, take a cow or two in, rest.
This went on for two and a half hours. Finally the torture is over. I am so tired by now it is hard for me to walk, but I still have to clean off all of the layers of shit off of my boots and jeans until I can even think of getting into the car and driving home.
When I do get home I walk up the stairs to my floor, dragging my feet. As soon as I am on the other side of my apartment door I immediately begin to undress out of the shit stained and smelling cloths. I, zombie like, walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Then remember just before I enter the shower to take off my bra and panties.
Those shed I walk under the showerhead and turn the water as hot as I can take it. Then I just let the water pellet my body for a while. The water cascades from my shoulders down my chest and over my pale pink nipples where two little streams of water run off. The water travels down my abdomen and navel to my clean shaved cunt. From there it goes down my long legs, making little snakes trails across them. The water pools at my feet and continues down the drain.
I turn the water even hotter. So hot it is cold at first, and then continues to completely numb my mind. I turn around so the waters stream is hitting my back. First hitting my shoulder blades and my upper back. From there it runs down my aching spine, over my small firm ass and once again across my legs. I slowly reach for the rose scented shampoo, and squeeze a large amount into one palm. Then I lather my hair, massaging my scalp as my arms scream in rebellion to being used.
Water and soap run into my eyes, stinging them and making them tear though I am to drained to wipe any away. I rinse out my shoulder length, light brown hair and reach for the blue lufa on the shower shelf. I soap it up and slowly run it over my body. I have to sit down to do my legs because I get to dizzy from bending over. I once again stand under the scalding water of the shower and slowly and methodically relax each and every musical in my body, from my tense neck down to my hurting feet. I do this until my ministrations and the water turn my body into nothing more than a long, limp, noodle. I lean my head against the cool glass of the shower for one last minute before I turn off the water and slowly dry off.
I don’t do a very good job toweling off and water droplets are still scattered over my body. I’m too tired to care. The thought of trying to get back on my underwear over my still slightly damp body is too much. So I opt out and slowly work my way through the apartment still naked and go to my bedroom where I put on an extra large black t-shirt that almost reaches mid thigh and a pair of cotton boxers.
I then collapse/sit on the chair in front of the computer and hope Joel is online.
He is. I don’t know what I would do without him. He is my only link to sanity at times. We depend deeply on each other. I love him, MY Joel.
We talk over instant messaging on the Internet for about a half an hour. Joel sooths me with talk about soft kisses, caresses and back massages. Also, and almost more importantly, he reminds me I will not be working on the farm forever, and that it is to save up to pay for school. I, feeling selfish for having the talk revolve around me, try to have Joel talk about how his day at work was. Normally an easy task, but Joel is worried about me and doesn’t want the focus to go off of me that much. So he is slowly working the conversation back to me, when his piece of shit computer, once again crashes.
I am so tired and vulnerable at the moment I sit there and stare at the computer screen as tears silently stream down my face. I miss him so much I ach. We had only just begun to talk, and now he is gone. My loving beacon of support and encouragement has vanished. All I have left to show for it the lines we have typed to each other and the stark cold message announcing that “your buddy has disconnected”.
The phone rings and I jump, startled out of my reverie.
“Hello?” I answer, my voice raspy from all of the yelling I did earlier.
“Hey baby, sorry about my computer crashing again. Please sweetheart let me come over there. You sound so tired. I could be there in minutes. Then I could take care of you. Cook for you, back massage, or just hold you, any thing you want baby,” I can hear the smile in your voice, and my lips can’t help but lift in return.
“I thought you would never ask. It would be heaven to have you come over baby. Just walk in. The door is unlocked, and I am too tired to answer it. I love you, see you in a few,” I reply. I smile now lighting up my face. I’m going to see my baby
******
We have a deal of sorts. If he comes home from a horrible day at the office, feeling drained and crappy, I come over and take care of him. I cook you some food, or order out, because we both know Joel wouldn’t eat if I didn’t. I massage his back, taking my time on his neck, shoulders, and lower back. I hold him in my arms and caress you body up and down slowly if needed. Or sit and let him vent to me, while listening attentively. What ever he needs.
Of course all of this often ends up in bed. All of this makes him feel better. I am always happy to have made him better, and feel pretty damn good myself afterwards. This can happen fairly often depending on Joel’s work. So every time the chance emerges, and I agree, he is happy to have a chance to repay me.
There are of course other times together, also many long phone conversations and talks over the net. But seeing as how both of us are “slight” work-a-holics and relatively tightly wound, our “deal” is used fairly often.
We met over the Internet, and I am still getting used to Joel being able to just come over. I have some trust issues, so it took Joel a while to convince me to let him come over to my place the first time. He has begun coming over with more regularity over time.
******
Our deal began one night shortly after we found out we lived to close to each other. We had met a few times already, wonderful, romantic days together that shall forever be engraved in my memory. Joel had had a horrible day. Loving the fact that I could now actually go to him now, not just talk over the net and phone as we had done for so long, I went to his apartment.
His beautiful chocolate brown eyes were dull. His handsome jaw was scruffy from his darkening five-o’colk shadow. I could see the fatigue weighing down on his much loved shoulders. His dark brown hair was mused from him repeatedly running his fingers through it, and a few locks had fell onto his forehead.
When he opened the door and saw me, he curved his lips up and gave me a smile that warmed my heart. His eyes got a spark of life to them. I took one look at the man I had come to love, and opened my arms to him.
He gladly walked into them, pulling me tight against his body and burying his head in my shoulder. Then he began softly kisses up my neck, sending shivers up and down my back. Soon I am the one tightly holding on to him, as if I would drown in the pleasure of actually having him kiss me, without him there to hold.
He cups my cheek in his large hands, his thumb lightly caressing my skin. Then bends his head and kisses me passionately, his tongue teasing and tantalizing mine. He slowly pulls away, realizing we are still in front of his door. I, still oblivious of everything but him, brush back those few locks of hair on his forehead.
He grins and makes my toes curl. Softly reaching for my hand, he pulls me inside his apartment. He bends his head down and brushes his lips against mine.
~~~Thanks for any feedback~~~
Here it is:
I am sure it still has some gramer arrors and such, but please focus on the story for me
I am completely and utterly drained. I just spent the last two and a half hours sorting cows to be sold. Which involves running, yelling, swearing, and fighting off the urge to black out or throw up. You do this in a relatively enclosed area with little to no airflow in the heat. Running through at times a foot of shit trying to suck off your boots. If you are not doubled over trying your hardest not to puke, you are running around trying to get a cow to go through a gate into a different area where other cows to be sold are held.
All the while, the world around you goes black and it is as if you are seeing the world through picture negatives. Incessantly you are being yelled at to go faster, or commands are barked out at you with profanities added. You take a cow or two in, and rest, take a cow or two in, rest.
This went on for two and a half hours. Finally the torture is over. I am so tired by now it is hard for me to walk, but I still have to clean off all of the layers of shit off of my boots and jeans until I can even think of getting into the car and driving home.
When I do get home I walk up the stairs to my floor, dragging my feet. As soon as I am on the other side of my apartment door I immediately begin to undress out of the shit stained and smelling cloths. I, zombie like, walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Then remember just before I enter the shower to take off my bra and panties.
Those shed I walk under the showerhead and turn the water as hot as I can take it. Then I just let the water pellet my body for a while. The water cascades from my shoulders down my chest and over my pale pink nipples where two little streams of water run off. The water travels down my abdomen and navel to my clean shaved cunt. From there it goes down my long legs, making little snakes trails across them. The water pools at my feet and continues down the drain.
I turn the water even hotter. So hot it is cold at first, and then continues to completely numb my mind. I turn around so the waters stream is hitting my back. First hitting my shoulder blades and my upper back. From there it runs down my aching spine, over my small firm ass and once again across my legs. I slowly reach for the rose scented shampoo, and squeeze a large amount into one palm. Then I lather my hair, massaging my scalp as my arms scream in rebellion to being used.
Water and soap run into my eyes, stinging them and making them tear though I am to drained to wipe any away. I rinse out my shoulder length, light brown hair and reach for the blue lufa on the shower shelf. I soap it up and slowly run it over my body. I have to sit down to do my legs because I get to dizzy from bending over. I once again stand under the scalding water of the shower and slowly and methodically relax each and every musical in my body, from my tense neck down to my hurting feet. I do this until my ministrations and the water turn my body into nothing more than a long, limp, noodle. I lean my head against the cool glass of the shower for one last minute before I turn off the water and slowly dry off.
I don’t do a very good job toweling off and water droplets are still scattered over my body. I’m too tired to care. The thought of trying to get back on my underwear over my still slightly damp body is too much. So I opt out and slowly work my way through the apartment still naked and go to my bedroom where I put on an extra large black t-shirt that almost reaches mid thigh and a pair of cotton boxers.
I then collapse/sit on the chair in front of the computer and hope Joel is online.
He is. I don’t know what I would do without him. He is my only link to sanity at times. We depend deeply on each other. I love him, MY Joel.
We talk over instant messaging on the Internet for about a half an hour. Joel sooths me with talk about soft kisses, caresses and back massages. Also, and almost more importantly, he reminds me I will not be working on the farm forever, and that it is to save up to pay for school. I, feeling selfish for having the talk revolve around me, try to have Joel talk about how his day at work was. Normally an easy task, but Joel is worried about me and doesn’t want the focus to go off of me that much. So he is slowly working the conversation back to me, when his piece of shit computer, once again crashes.
I am so tired and vulnerable at the moment I sit there and stare at the computer screen as tears silently stream down my face. I miss him so much I ach. We had only just begun to talk, and now he is gone. My loving beacon of support and encouragement has vanished. All I have left to show for it the lines we have typed to each other and the stark cold message announcing that “your buddy has disconnected”.
The phone rings and I jump, startled out of my reverie.
“Hello?” I answer, my voice raspy from all of the yelling I did earlier.
“Hey baby, sorry about my computer crashing again. Please sweetheart let me come over there. You sound so tired. I could be there in minutes. Then I could take care of you. Cook for you, back massage, or just hold you, any thing you want baby,” I can hear the smile in your voice, and my lips can’t help but lift in return.
“I thought you would never ask. It would be heaven to have you come over baby. Just walk in. The door is unlocked, and I am too tired to answer it. I love you, see you in a few,” I reply. I smile now lighting up my face. I’m going to see my baby
******
We have a deal of sorts. If he comes home from a horrible day at the office, feeling drained and crappy, I come over and take care of him. I cook you some food, or order out, because we both know Joel wouldn’t eat if I didn’t. I massage his back, taking my time on his neck, shoulders, and lower back. I hold him in my arms and caress you body up and down slowly if needed. Or sit and let him vent to me, while listening attentively. What ever he needs.
Of course all of this often ends up in bed. All of this makes him feel better. I am always happy to have made him better, and feel pretty damn good myself afterwards. This can happen fairly often depending on Joel’s work. So every time the chance emerges, and I agree, he is happy to have a chance to repay me.
There are of course other times together, also many long phone conversations and talks over the net. But seeing as how both of us are “slight” work-a-holics and relatively tightly wound, our “deal” is used fairly often.
We met over the Internet, and I am still getting used to Joel being able to just come over. I have some trust issues, so it took Joel a while to convince me to let him come over to my place the first time. He has begun coming over with more regularity over time.
******
Our deal began one night shortly after we found out we lived to close to each other. We had met a few times already, wonderful, romantic days together that shall forever be engraved in my memory. Joel had had a horrible day. Loving the fact that I could now actually go to him now, not just talk over the net and phone as we had done for so long, I went to his apartment.
His beautiful chocolate brown eyes were dull. His handsome jaw was scruffy from his darkening five-o’colk shadow. I could see the fatigue weighing down on his much loved shoulders. His dark brown hair was mused from him repeatedly running his fingers through it, and a few locks had fell onto his forehead.
When he opened the door and saw me, he curved his lips up and gave me a smile that warmed my heart. His eyes got a spark of life to them. I took one look at the man I had come to love, and opened my arms to him.
He gladly walked into them, pulling me tight against his body and burying his head in my shoulder. Then he began softly kisses up my neck, sending shivers up and down my back. Soon I am the one tightly holding on to him, as if I would drown in the pleasure of actually having him kiss me, without him there to hold.
He cups my cheek in his large hands, his thumb lightly caressing my skin. Then bends his head and kisses me passionately, his tongue teasing and tantalizing mine. He slowly pulls away, realizing we are still in front of his door. I, still oblivious of everything but him, brush back those few locks of hair on his forehead.
He grins and makes my toes curl. Softly reaching for my hand, he pulls me inside his apartment. He bends his head down and brushes his lips against mine.
~~~Thanks for any feedback~~~
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the farm stuff at the beginning was a little different and erotic...maybe the next step is to tease him? 
