Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

angel eyes

Gabriel

Do you know Angel's eyes? A kind of a shortcrust pastry cookie filled with jam in the middle ... Mjammi.

But, these I had in my butt now ... No, not the cookies!

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As so often lately, my wife took the work home. Christmas time was always the most stressful time, so she worked almost around the clock. Also, on Sunday. A day when I was free and especially in need of love.

"You can help me if you want; otherwise, leave me alone," she said distantly and wriggled out of my embrace. Well, helping –– that was also such a thing. Because basically, after all, she wanted to do everything on her own anyway, and, frankly, I had two left hands.

"Attention!" I called persistently repeatedly and sat down bored on the couch.

In any case ...

The dough pieces are formed into small balls, and with the cooking spoon handle, hollows are pressed into it (not quite piercing!). These are then filled with dried peas to preserve these hollows even when baking. Guess what Sam did with the peas ...

Sometimes, I wonder where she takes all her ideas ...

Samantha had filled these peas in a condom. This condom, in turn, put in a second condom and stuffed me with it like a Christmas goose. So I was allowed to walk around on Sunday afternoon. I don't have to tell anyone what that was a breathtaking feeling; I came twice.

In the evening, my wife finally had time for me. Sam called me into the bedroom, and I was with her quickly as a flash.

The light was dimmed, and some candles gave a warm, flickering light to a beautiful motif.

First, I had to gather briefly to not choke on my salivary flow as I greedily looked at her from top to bottom. The most wanted woman's body in blue-black lingerie with black hold-up stockings. Beautiful and perfect ... and she did all of that for me because she didn't really think much of lingerie.

Her reddish hair fell wildly over her shoulders, and the overall picture left me speechless, which didn't happen to me often, but words couldn't express what I'd felt at that moment.

A dream of lust and guaranteed worth every sin.

"Do you like what you see?" Sam whispered, almost a little smoky, got up, strolling towards me, hugging me, and giving me a long, sensual kiss on the lips.

Warm, full, and soft lips lay on mine, tender hands buried themselves in my longer hair –– it was all up with me.

I took my time answering; I had to think of the right word. Of course, I was a weak-willed heap of flesh succumbing to arousal, but I could still think.

"Heavenly ..."

That was all. Only one word; a small compliment. A comparison with heavenly beauty –– my angel.

"And guarantee every sin worth!"

I loved her with everything I had; she was my biggest weakness. I was no longer a boyish hothead; I was understanding and tender, and if she let it –– just her big love.

** In the next chapter ...

He wanted it that way