@voulatile — gosh another sin.
hours had passed agonizingly slow without any knowledge given to the woman splayed across a bed a little too small for her comfort. she relished this moment as she clung to a pillow and plump legs intertwined with his blankets, envisioning him in her arms. a cage that would keep her sweet lamb all to herself. it was orgasmic ! her mind spun in adulterous fantasy as she began to sniff the plush object in her loving embrace. the smell was intoxicating to the point of monstrous pleasure. smoke and his natural musty scent all for her, for she was a selfish creature with a vicious appetite. the desire for his smell alone to be imprinted in her memory and stored away for future reference. oh, how she loved coming to his place ( albeit uninvited ) and waiting for him to come back. as if they were a newlywed couple. or just married in general. it elicited girlish giggles from her as she squirmed in his bed — no their bed.
‘ ours. ’
it was a murmur to herself, all alone in her little world that consisted of false memories of her one-sided love affair. that is until she heard the jingle and creaking of the door being opened. her honey was home. that alone prompted her to remove herself from his bed, placing the blanket and pillow back in place. in no rush, after all, they had all night to spend together. regardless if he had a say in it or not, for her needs were the priority and he automatically became secondary. checking the mirror that was in his room, noting her hair had a naturally tousled look and light makeup. now it was time to surprise him, though little did she know that her good intentions would fall flat and be denied. that her love would not be wholeheartedly accepted, for she believes that she was his paramour. why else would he whisper sweet nothings and treat her so, so kindly.
‘ sweetheart — ? ’
