From: nobody%knoware@ersys.edmonton.ab.ca (Nobody special)
Subject: Story: Home Again, Home Again
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex
My second work, my second post.
Again, no raw sex, no explicit language and no detailed descriptions in this work.
After a grand total of one reply to my last story (from Elf!!!) (Thank you!), I'm again asking for comments & criticism. If you like it, please tell me. If you don't like it, please tell me why. Flames will end up in the bit bucket.
Home Again, Home Again
I turn up the driveway, into the garage; turn off the engine.
I sit for a minute. It's quiet, except for the ticking of the engine as it cools.
I'm late, very late. She's going to be so mad... I won't argue though... I'm just too tired.
I grab my briefcase and jacket; struggle to get out of the car; enter the house.
My briefcase gets dropped next to the door, the jacket over it.
I enter the dining room; see her in the kitchen, facing the stove, facing away from me.
I walk up behind her; reach forward, pause, touch her shoulder.
She turns to me; the anger is clearly visible in her face.
Well, it's about bloody time! You could have called!
Love, I know, I'm wrong... I'm sorry... please, don't be mad with me!
She pauses; looks closely at my face. She looks concerned.
You've been working too hard... Come.
She holds out her arms; I move forward; hold her.
Her arms enfold me; our cheeks touch.
I close my eyes; my face presses into her neck. Her fur tickles my nose, but I don't move. I love her; I dream of holding her forever.
Time passes...
She pulls back; her face shows no anger, or worry, just love.
Come, she says. We don't need dinner.
She pulls away; grabs my hand; pulls me into the living room, turning off lights as we go.
The fire looks like it's been going for a while. Like from when I was supposed to be home... but I shy away from the thought.
We stand by the couch.
She undresses me; sits me down; then undresses herself.
She kneels before me, worshipping my penis. Her tongue reaches out; laps at the head.
I start to grow, and she takes me into her mouth.
I reach down; touch her face; stroke her throat, her ears.
Her sucking continues.
Stop, I gasp.
She pulls back; smiles.
Quickly, she crawls up onto my lap; kneels over me; slowly sits down.
We join.
My eyes level with her shoulders, we again hold each other. As before, I close my eyes, hold my face against her.
She moves up and down on me: slowly, gently.
I try to move with her.
No, she whispers. I'm doing the work tonight.
I obey her command; I sit still, enjoying the sensations.
My orgasm is approaching; I tell her.
Yes, she whispers. Go ahead. Her movements speed up.
I come, shooting deep into her.
She continues moving; and quickly comes, trembling in my lap.
We rest.
She climbs off me.
Wait... trails behind her, as she leaves the living room.
She's gone several minutes; she returns with our quilt.
She pushes me down onto the couch; throws the quilt over me, and quickly joins me under it.
I called your office, she whispers. Tomorrow you're sick, and you sleep in.
She pulls me to her.
Sleep finally takes me.
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