Pen Pals

Hmm

This woman was driving me crazy. How could I be so careless and let myself fuck her? The fact that she doesn't truly know who I am, just shows nothing good could come out of it.

Once I finished bathing in the jacuzzi I also moisturised my skin and brushed my teeth. I couldn't stand to look at myself in the mirror currently. I felt slightly ashamed actually. I scooped so low I couldn't hold my dick in my pants. But I guess I was also being a good host. I gave her what she wanted, in fact what she needed. That second round she explicitly showed what she wanted and left me no choice but to give in to her. Plus she was SO tight, it was as if she was brand new, which is crazy. The fact she was in so much pain afterwards had me feeling sorry. She was a strong cookie, but I didn't know it hurt so much, she handled it like a boss and she was moaning pleasurably so I truly didn't know till after the deed.

I tied my hair in a messy bun before I got into the bed. She was curled up in a fetus position, which I found cute. She looked so tiny in my big bed. I leaned over and kissed her shoulder, before turning on my opposite side. I wasn't trying to wake her up by getting cuddly. But at some point during my slumber her head was on my chest and her thigh was over mine. It was comforting, more than she could ever know. I loved this feeling, but I was too tired to savour this deluxe feeling.
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I woke up to an empty bed. I sighed now feeling groggy. I liked having her in my arms and I'm not a cuddly person. I don't let females sleep in my actual bed, but I let her because she's not some random bitch I wanted a quick fuck with. Instead she was a valuable asset. And an asset is all she needed to be, because this thing we've now created may bring in a lot of spiralling emotions, which I don't wish to tolerate. Yet, the fact she left my bed without a goodbye pained me.

I got up, stretched for ten minutes l. Check the time to see it was 11am. This was really late for me, but good job it was now a Saturday and I had company, otherwise I'd probably beat myself up about wasting a whole morning. I put on my slippers and silk black and gold night gown. Usually I'd get dressed in my gym wear and prepare myself for a workout, but decided to let my today run off schedule for once.

On my way to the kitchen I smelt food. Food? Bacon, sausages, something sweet? I never called my chef to come in for today. Once I entered the kitchen I was shocked.

Hannaiya stood by the sink washing up. The island was full of pancakes, a sandwich looking thing- I think it was toasties (if I remember clearly she used to love them), bacon, sausages, scrambled eggs, beans, and something else which had carbs and looked fried. She was humming to herself, a recognisable song. The closer I silently neared the more auditable it become. I wanted to him with her, but I wasn't ready for her to know who I truly am. However I was more than happy that she remembered my song. The one I wrote for her several years ago. Wow, I'm slightly honoured the thought is making me blush.

"Let me do that." I startled her, pulling her away from the sink area. She bent over and put a hand to her chest and shook her head.

"Don't ever do that to me again!" She breathes out heavily.

"Do what?" I smirked.

"Sneak up on me!" She frowned, which I couldn't take seriously.

"Thanks for all this food. The two of us alone couldn't eat all this." I shook my head.

"Well if not I'll take some home with me or you could eat it later. Eat as much as you can if you like it, because I never cook. My roommates would have a heart attack if I told them I cooked for a man, or a man I slept with let alone my boss." She blushed and put her head down in a smile. I lifted her head up and kissed her soft lips. I kept on pecking until she kissed back, she put her arms around my torso, hugging me. I stopped kissing her to hug her back.
"What are we doing?" She said softly with confusion in her voice.