Time passed me by and I finally got out of the shower, thirty minutes later. My mind could not resolve itself not to look at the blog. It was decided...I would read all her blog posts tonight and I never felt so full of myself . I opened the door to the balcony,a cold breeze passing me by.
I felt the cold and trembled. I walked to my coat and took the packet of cigarette and the lighter. i sat down on the sofa, with all my work stuff messing around. I could feel my heart going faster.What if what i see changes my whole perception of her...
Wrapping myself in a blanket, I light my phone up. Opening chrome, searching for her website. I logged into it and I started reading.
All these blog posts introduction flashed past my eyes; Treat from Jamaica,What about some cherry on top,Rooftop wonders, Haunted in an abandoned house, Pegging Jeffrey Clikton, I am the D in BDSM , Beach bukkake, Blessed by strangers in a dark alley, Bisexual paradise, Furries know how to pleasure , Call me mummy, Gangbang in the parking lot, Making me scream for forgiveness....
Line after line.Post after post, My heart ached, more and more, I could feel tears forming in my eyes. I could feel myself filling with anxiety.
I carefully removed one cigarette, placed it on my lips. Lit it up.The thick white smoke levitaing around me. I closed my eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Little miss Cherry
General FictionAfter twenty years of marriage, Richard Cenhelm discovers that.....his wife ; Mareika has been hiding a secret from him. What will he find? Why was she hiding it from him? How will this secret impact their lives? [#8 on down to earth out of 125 sto...
