A New life at a new home
After a full day of finishing packing, I was exhausted and ready for a quiet and now empty old house. We were set to move in to the house that his grandparents were giving us and I was indeed ready for the move, but just needed a little rest. My husband Doug and I have had a lot of memories made in this house, in the bedroom . . . and the kitchen, and the bathroom and anywhere else where the mood took us. But now, now we have a larger, nicer house to break in. I was lost in my imagination and getting hornier as I sat there on the floor imagining our first night in the new house when Doug crawled up behind me and asked, “Are you ready?”
I leaned back against his chest and purred, “Let’s do it. Here. On the floor. I want to get really dirty on the floor.”
“Um, that’s not what I meant. I meant are you ready to go to the new house?”
I must have looked a little hurt and a bit pissed because Doug backed away and said, “Sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you though. I promise.” Then he pulled me to him and kissed me so softly on the lips that the fire quickly rekindled between my legs again. He got up after a short while and said he needed to head over to the house to start unloading and that he thought if I could take the car and get them a couple of sodas, he’d wait for me at the new house. I didn’t think much of that at the time but I didn’t have a problem stopping and getting a few drinks. Besides we weren’t going to be sleeping there tonight, the lights weren’t even on at the new house yet. I stepped into the small store just around the corner from the old house and picked up the sodas and on my way to pay for them I noticed a small four-pack of wine, and, feeling a little horny anyway, picked up a can of whipped cream as well. I’d take in the sodas, but I’d leave the wine and the whipped cream out in the car.
When I pulled into the driveway I was not surprised to see the house slowly getting dark from ... Læs hele novellen
