All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
House of Desire -- Passion Cove
Starring Madelyn Cline
(MF, oral, Cons)
By MrMaxLord
Scott Wyngarde awoke in his bed completely refreshed. The Inne was just as advertised in that regard...though where he saw that advertisement he couldn't recall. Nor anything else save for arriving and checking in. And of course he remembers falling into his king size bed and drifting off into dreams. Wonderful comforting dreams that verged on being wet despite the dam never quite bursting in Slumberland.
Scott paced in his room a bit, trying to wake up and shake off the last vestiges of slumber from his mind. However he wasn't giving it his all as he was trying to remember the dream, or at least part of it. That part? The woman in it. She was beautiful, maybe the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen; the definition of a dream girl. A curvy blonde with beautiful brown eyes, full lips and a smile that would make hearts melt while also getting blood pumping. Usually he'd brush it off but there was something different this time. This wasn't just some random made up dream girl either. Scott KNEW he'd seen her before. Whether in passing real life or even in a movie or show, he knew he was real.
There was something else though that was eating him about this dream girl in that it didn't feel like a dream. Even as the details faded away beyond the girl in question, the feeling felt the same. While none of the events in the now fading dream had actually occurred they hadn't felt made up upon his awakening. They felt more like a premonition. And simply the fact he even thought that made him groan audibly to himself before finally deciding to push all of that away to answer the call of hunger.
He looked out the window before heading back down, wondering exactly how long he'd been out after his time on the road. Though now that he thought about it he wasn't quite sure how long he'd been on the road, just that he was dead tired on arrival.
The once bright blue sky had changed to a purplish orange as the sun fell. Scott noticed a new car parked in front of the Inne. It came to his notice as when he arrived his was the only car in the lot. Now there were two. He wondered for a moment who the new tenant was, but his hunger won out over hunger.
Fortunately he had crashed in his clothes so there was no further delay in heading downstairs to grab a bite. The moment he made it downstairs the innekeeper, Venus, greeted him with a friendly smile.
"Good evening, Mr. Wyngarde," she said. "I trust you had a good rest?"
"Like you wouldn't believe," he replied. He headed towards the registration booth. "Of course now I have a little hunger issue."
"Well you're in luck there. We have a couple options to sate that kind of hunger and many others as well. Our restaurant can whip up anything you like however tonight, onnthis particular night I can't recommend enough the grill we have set up on our lake shore."
"Lake shore?" he asked. He didn't remember anything about a lake shore when he booked his stay, or much of anything about how he discovered the place but that just didn't sound right, especially for the location. It didn't sound bad, not at all, just not...right.
"Yes, just take the path where all the pomegranate trees are," she said. "It will take you to Lake Bolbe, our very own slice of a paradise. We have everything you need there. A few rowboats, a couple motorboats, jet skis and a nice little bar and food truck. Well, I suppose it's a food truck. It's more of a modified RV than anything and it doesn't really go anywhere but this property but the set-up is the same as is the food. Tonight's special is fish tacos and they are simply divine. And if you want company our other tenant is down there now as well and I'm sure she wouldn't mind the company."
"I'll head down there now," said Scott. He nodded at Venus and walked out the back of The Inne and started on the path described to him. The path was easy to follow and well lit. It was well lit with style at, that, gas lanterns illuminating the path on either side of him.
The walk was a swift one and he soon found himself exactly where Venus said he'd be. It was a lake for sure, but the sheer size of it stunned him. This was a huge lake and that was underselling it. He almost couldn't make out the other side of the shore. It was an awe-inspiring site that surely would have made him question his surroundings further if not for the other unbelievable site his eyes took in.
It was at the food truck where he saw her, lit by the torches and lanterns that lit beach area. The light of the flames gave her an almost mythical aura, which was fitting. It wasn't everyday a fellow saw a woman who had just dreamed about escape the confines of his dream. But there she was, the same curvy sandy blonde in a loose-fitting half shirt that hung off her shoulder and a pair Daisy Dukes with the sweetest smile he'd ever seen. And though the scent of the food was indeed enticing, the view was the thing drawing him in.
He stood behind her, trying to avoid making it quite so obvious he was looking more at the way her Daisy Duke denim shorts hugged her supple ass and how it looked just as good in real life as it did in his dream.
Soon, the dirty blonde beauty took notice that someone was behind her due to the man behind the counter taking notice.
"Can I take your order sir?" the man said to Scott.
"Well the fish tacos came highly recommended," Scott replied. "So I'll do those."
"Excellent choice," the clerk replied. "With cilantro-lime rice?"
"Sounds great."
The beauty turned around to face him, holding a plate of the same food he just ordered. "Sorry to hold up the line. I just got to talking to Tom here and got carried away. Kind of a people person. Some people say a bit too friendly. Which, I know, is weird considering I came to such a secluded place...but with a really big lake on the property which is weird because it doesn't quite fit but also where are all the people because a place like this should be packed and...well, see what I mean? I kind of just talk."
"Well if it's any help there's at least one other person staying here and it's me."
"You're the Camaro?" Madelyn said.
"Yeah, but you can call me Scott, Scott Wyngarde."
"Madelyn Cline," she replied. "I'd shake your hand but I'm kind of busy with a plate full of fish tacos and rice."
"Well if you really want to make it up to me you can join me in a shared meal and a couple beers."
"Sounds fair," she said with a smile. Once Scott got his plate the two headed over to get the beer and from there they headed to the dock, taking their seats at the edge of the dock. The moment they both sat, that's when it all hit Scott.