Flimsy pages of the newspaper rustled between Joseph’s fingers when a whirl caught his attention, procrastinating Donald Trump’s latest announcement. There she comes, climbing down the buggy with a smile brighter than the sun.
The only agenda in their planner is to spend the day in the mansion, starting off with the PlayStation in Mike’s room. Sarah was unbeatable back in school but now she lost touch. After the third game, she was left with no choice but to sit on Mike’s lap to distract him. Before he could regain his view of the screen, Sarah had already won the game.
Sarah even cooked a few simple dishes for Joseph, along with the regular buffet but in the end, they all fought for a bite of her cooking.
It was about 4 o’clock in the afternoon. Sarah and
Steaming blood raced through their young veins. Cloths and shoes flung to scatter along the wooden floor in a trailing manner. Slippery smack of lips and moans filled the space. Teethes clashed, tongues tangled as steaming breath exchanged between their lips. It has been Mike’s habit to kiss anywhere he could but tonight, he left hickey anywhere he could. He even took a chance to bite her gently whenever he couldn’t control himself, leaving Sarah to yelp. She was busy satisfying and handling Mike that all she did was occasional kiss and digging her nails in his shoulder when she must revenge his bites. Her hand resort to fisting his hair at the back when biting his lips wasn’t helping anymore. Mike crawled to hover on top of her, holding down her hands, gaining leverage to her juicy body. Her breast took s
The sea is especially calm today. Seagulls arched over the sky, that is showering gentle warmth– or is it just Mike? He woke up next to a rag doll, submerged into a deep sleep with rhythmic calm breath– A rare occasion. He tiptoed out of the chalet, to the mansion for a coffee and some breakfast. When he re-entered the room, Sarah had just woken up. White sheets beneath her crumpled into million geometrical lines. In one hand, she held the duvet dearly to her chest, hiding her newborn nakedness. Her legs crossed sideways and a bit parted. Hair swept to one side. Her eyes were still shut and she looked like she is possessed by a ghost. “Good morning sweetheart…” his voice startled her and she looked up, hardly got a good look at him before shutting them back– bouncing between planets, perhaps. “Morning baby…” she wiggled 2 fingers at him as a ‘wave’.
A white bonded lorry parked next door. A young lady, busy giving out orders to the lorry driver, took notice of Sarah and threw her a smile. Before Sarah could settle to the ground, the blonde had already paced to her, stretching an arm for a greet. “Hi, I’m Amy. Amy Jefferson. We just moved into this house. Nice to meet you” they shook a decent welcome. “Hi, I’m Sarah Patel” before Sarah could carry on, a small figure rushed from inside the house and grabbed Amy’s arm “Mommy Mommy, there is a bathtub in your room. Come and see!!!” the small girl, who looked like a 5-year-old shook her mother’s hand enthusiastically. Very close to her is another tall, olive-skinned man. Amy picked up the little girl “This is my daughter, Asha and he is my husband Richard Jefferson.” They shook hands as Amy introduced the two. Soon they were joined by Mike, Jessica, and Robert and exchanged greeting. The brief introduction filled with Amy’s chattering and Richard’s hid
Sarah walked out from the house to bump into Amy, stretching a hose to water some potted plants she had arranged. “Hi” Amy lifts up her head to face Sarah, flashing the red bruising on her neck. “Hi. Off to work?” the bright tone from yesterdays upheld the same. “Yes... just have to wait for my boyfriend”“I see… you two look sweet together. Perfect match...” a gentle smile replied to Amy’s compliment. She then raised her hand to water overhead pots when Sarah noticed some more bruising on her wrist too. “Are you…ok?” Sarah asked hesitantly “Yes, I’m fine. Just a bit tired” she said without any change in expression. Sarah’s mind scrammed to formulate further questions when Mike walked out of the door, wearing a black Armani suit and a light blue in-shirt. He narrowed his eye as to inspect the situation, from her top to bottom “Are you, ready sweethe
No more moans and screams seeping out of house No.5, Emerton Residence. With a final hiss, Suman threw away the cigarette that has accompanied him for the past 10 minutes. The bud fell among hundreds of others scattered at his footstep. He climbed into his car and drove off. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t come up with an alternate excuse for the aphrodisiac song he had heard. It must be Sarah– with Mike. The drive back to his private mansion never been more agonizing. A burning heat spread in his mid-chest, constricting his breath. Her voice, the curves, and pitches in her tone, the sweetness that cannot be knocked off, the little husk beneath when her throat went too dry, and those moments when she begged for mercy. He is hard. Too bad all those is not for him. A voluptuous woman by the roadside
Her whole body ached and sored in spots that didn’t even make sense. Last night, drained her into nothing but a limp scarecrow, needing back support to even sit on her bed. Remanence still thrummed her veins, pulsing along her neck, the same line that his warm breath trailed before. She mustered some energy to open at least one eye and winched at the strong ray of sun beaming through joints of the balcony curtain. She jolted up to sit with a gasp and fumbled for her phone. Green, squarish digital letters beamed 10 am. She squealed and swivel to wake Mike up just to find his part of the bed empty. Cold, as if such creature never exist– Rumpelstiltskin, who scrammed off before the break of dawn, after stealing whatever the queen had to offer. “Hey, sleepyhead. I thought you wouldn’t wake up till 1 pm” Mike sarcasm seeped through the spea
The wonderful smell of spices and some other ingredient concoction hit them hard when they opened the door. A gentle hum came along with the actual song playing in the background. Mike looked further behind to see her slowly moving her hip. It is her habit, only when she cooks. He lazily tossed his jacket to the sofa. Folding his sleeve to elbow height, he paced slow and steady towards the girl in a turquoise knee-length dress. The soft chiffon, her preferred material, flared right below the curve of her waist, swaying left and right to her movement. Her long curls pulled up into a low messy bun for sanitary purposes. She raised her face to him and threw a gentle smile, that should be banned due to its lethality. Then, as if she didn’t just squeeze his heart with her bare hand, she went back to cooking. Wi
Appointment notes with Dr. Ajay deprived little by little to almost none in Sarah’s calendar for months. Still, Mike does keep in contact with him every now and then. Whatever gravelly stones placed in the midst of their path is polished to pearls and diamonds, to adorn their heart forever. His roughness, her habits, his possessiveness, she gained body fat right at the curves– well not a negative point anyways. But one thing always bothers her at the back of her mind– his temper. They grew inseparable if that is even possible. “Why am I up here wobbling and you, comfortably exposing your boobs down there?” climbing ladders on Saturday morning isn't exactly his preference. Sex on Saturday morning? Now that’s more like his forte. Sarah snapped her head to her chest and yes, an ample amount of deep line flashed from the shuffled shirt. She pulled the soft knitted fabric up before glaring in his direction. Suddenly, a smirk raised her lips. She wiggled her eyebrows. “I c