Chapter One
In the early October morning, with pleasant weather outside, the kitchen was suffused with the aroma of freshly baked cupcakes. A serene quietude enveloped the space, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the nearby wall clock, marking the hour as nine in the morning. Sally indulged in a soothing bath while her cupcakes baked, accompanied by soft jazz melodies in the background. Suddenly, the doorbell shattered the tranquility, persisting in its urgency. Irritated, Sally reluctantly left the tub, enveloping herself in a sapphire towel, and descended the stairs to confront the interruption. As she swung open the door, she was greeted by the sight of Jake, the most handsome man in her life, standing before her. Despite being in his thirties, his enduring attractiveness never failed to astonish Sally. Momentarily taken aback, she recalled that his arrival wasn't expected until later.
Jake stood there with a wide grin, brimming with excitement at his early return. Eager to reunite with Sally, he clutched a bouquet of roses, a token for his beloved. Having informed Brenda of his unavailability for their family trip to Cape Town, Jake had rearranged his plans to spend the entire weekend with Sally, rebooking his flight to arrive early in the morning. She clad in her worn towel, stood beside the door, radiating beauty and allure, qualities he could never find in Brenda. It had been two weeks since their last meeting, and Jake's anticipation reached its peak. Disregarding the roses, he enveloped Sally in a tight embrace, as if his very existence depended on it. Sally chuckled, reciprocating his excitement. Deep down, she harbored a love for Jake that surpassed her admission. Every time he departed for his mundane life, it pained her deeply. At times, she regretted entangling herself in such a clandestine affair, yet she found solace in their rendezvous.
The rose petals fell on them just as their lips touched each other. It was a magical feeling that they both wished that time would stop. Each has a different thought but the same aim. They knew how this would end, but it was still worth it. He pushed her into the room with all force, kissing her with so much passion..one hand in her hair while the other held her in place. Dominant as always, but it didn't matter to her as she liked it. Sally couldn't help but smirk. Oh! The way he made her feel was out of this world. Times like this made her jealous of Brenda; she gets to have this daily...Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice that she was now lying on the sofa, lips on her neck..hands on her breasts. All control was lost, and all she could do was lay there softly moaning while enjoying the feeling. Without any heads up, his hands were fumbling with her nipples. Sally gasped. His cold fingers brushed her nipples, sending chills of ecstasy. Her hands found their way to his hair, and when his mouth sucked onto her nipple, she couldn't help but pull his hair. She was a lost soul with no return.
The smell of burnt cupcakes wafted, bringing them back from the lost land. Sally hurriedly got up and walked towards the kitchen filled with smoke... Jake was slightly hurt by her doing, so he followed her. There she was, bent over the stove with nothing on, hair back, giving him a better view of her delicate face and body. He trod towards her and hugged her from behind. Sally was caught off guard, leading her to be startled. Of course, she knew he was on the premises. Sally then raised her lips to his ear and said so softly,
'This isn't fair'
Her voice was a turn-on for him. All he could think about was taking her there and then.
'ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?' her voice came through again, interfering with his dirty thoughts.
"Sorry, I can't focus on anything, you looking like that"
Her cheeks got all bright red like a cherry. Feeling embarrassed, she turned to face him and laid her head on his chest. He enjoyed teasing her since she acted this cute when she was this shy. After being together for two years straight, her every move was still a turn-on to him. To hell with it, he thought to himself. Jake lifted Sally and carried her up the stairs and into her room. He gently placed her at the edge of the bed and started undressing. Sally sat back and watched as he removed every piece of cloth he had on. She loved watching him as she got to roam her eyes all over his body. Jake had a god-like body. He looked so perfect. Everything was carved to detail and radiated perfection. Sally was so busy imagining running her hands over his chest, touching every contour of every muscle, that she didn't realize he was done. Her eyes involuntarily moved down to the bulge in his boxers. She let out an exhilarated breath.
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Fleckless
FantasyHe's a broken soul, cold and heartless. Hard to trust and even harder to be with. She is a kind soul. Easy to fall for but harder to leave.