Home at last…
I’ve never been so happy to see my house. I park my car in the driveway—because waiting for the garage door to open is beyond me at this point—and I slowly walk to my front door.
I’m past exhausted after having had to work from opening to closing seven days a week for six weeks straight because the bitch who’s the manager on paper decided to fire the two design students who worked with me then go on a two-month cruise with her toy boy, leaving me to pick up the pieces in the middle of peak wedding season.
Thank fuck tomorrow is a statutory holiday and I can sleep. Supposed to meet up with the girls for lunch to catch up on the goss I’ve missed but I’ve warned them I might not make it.
God I hope I don’t lie in bed staring at the ceiling for two hours again tonight. Donovan got himself a girlfriend, some skinny blonde thing so no more late night booty calls for me, which means no more orgasm-induced blissful sleep. Continue reading
When we left Damon and Natalia they were falling asleep after an eventful night on their second date. This is the next day. ^_^
Damon woke up the next morning and rolled over, surprised to find the other side of the bed empty. He didn’t think she would have sneaked out in the middle of the night, and wondered if maybe she’d gone to the bathroom.
When she didn’t come back after 5 minutes he sighed then sat up, looking around the room, noticing the lack of clothes on the floor. It took him a minute to remember that they’d undressed each other in the kitchen, but her underwear wasn’t on the floor anymore.
That’s when he realised he could hear the shower going.
Not wanting to get his hopes up in case she had indeed left and his flatmate had come home earlier than planned, he got out of bed and pulled some boxers from his drawers and put them on before making his way down the hallway.
One look down the driveway out of the kitchen window told him that it definitely was NOT his flatmate in the shower and with a grin on his face he walked to the bathroom door. He was about to knock but decided to try the handle instead. The door was unlocked so he took it as an invitation to join her.
He walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and locking it just in case. She must have heard the door because she turned around and smiled at him.
“Good morning,” she greeted him as she rinsed her hair. Continue reading
Last time we saw Paige and Carly, they’d just had reunion sex after Paige came home from a four-week overseas trip.
They were starving after all the sex but decided to stay in. Of course Paige gets some ideas…
Paige snuggled up and considered their dinner options. “I’d be happy with toast if that means we can stay naked…”
Carly pretended to consider that idea then kissed Paige on the forehead. “Toast it is then! Or maybe grilled cheese sandwiches?”
“Ok,” Paige replied before yawning and reaching up to kiss Carly’s neck. She couldn’t resist nibbling on the crook of Carly’s neck while she was there, knowing full well the effect it had on her girlfriend.
Carly moaned softly and bit her lip. “Come on,” Carly urged Paige, “or we’ll never eat.” Continue reading
His phone started to ring just as he was shutting his front door. It was Aurora.
“Hey!” Christopher answered the call, briefly wondering why she was calling him at 11.30am on a Tuesday.
“Hey you. Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“Nah, just got home from the gym. What’s up?” he replied as he flopped on the couch and kicked his shoes off.
“Well…. I was wondering what you were doing tonight… We’re hosting this super posh evening at work for a potential client, big money, blah blah blah and it starts before Tasha gets home. I won’t get back until super late and I know she’s had a shit day today so I was wondering if you were up for a little role playing to cheer her up.”
Christopher chuckled. “There’s role playing now?” Continue reading