Cold sunlight pours through the window pinching each and every one of her toes. Stretching and groaning, she rolls onto her side looking out onto the world finding a bright blue sky, and yet the leaves on the trees are falling, and there are no birds in sight. Not a single one. They’re too cold, she thinks. They’re in their nests just like me. There’s no sign of her man either (I’m downstairs) but she’s too sleepy to fully consider it. Rolling around full of lazy, she scrunches up the duvet before burrowing into it as if it were a giant ball of cotton wool, not a woman at all but instead a tiny hamster ready to hibernate. Making strange squeaking noises, she falls asleep again before waking with the smell of food in her nostrils. There’s coffee too, and as she sits up with a tired grin on her face, she thinks of all the things he could be cooking while licking her lips. Shivering, she spots the radiator on the wall at the foot of the bed. Crawling towards it, she reaches out her hand only to find it switched off. Fiddling with the dial before concluding she doesn’t know what she’s doing, she opens up the wardrobe on the other side of the room picking out an oversized jumper to wear that goes down almost to her knees. Feeling a little warmer, she takes one of his cigarettes before getting back into bed with the smell of food growing by the second. Sucking on her smoke, she’s unable to contain herself any longer.

‘I’m hungry!’ She cries.

All she hears in return is his whistling and the faint sound of something sizzling in a pan. Growing impatient, she sticks her legs over the edge of the bed and hits the floor with the back of her right foot.

‘Hurry up!’

Flicking ash into an empty wine glass, she hears him running up the stairs, and before she has a chance to react, he’s standing in the doorway wrapped in a dressing gown, eyes wide with a flustered look on his face.

‘There I am trying to make us breakfast, and I have you kicking up a racket.’

‘Well you should go faster’ she quips.

‘You know, It’s always been a belief of mine that impatient girls should have their feet tickled.’

Eyeing up her legs and bare feet, he grinned at her as she shook her head.

‘You wouldn’t dare’ she said.

‘Oh yeah?’

And just like that he leapt onto the bed and tickled her feet. He tickled her so much that she laughed until she was on the verge of wetting herself. Screaming into his ear, she thrashed and thrashed but the tickling came thick and fast, and as he positioned himself between her legs, she wiped away the tears to find him with his cock out. Leaking seed, it pointed to the ceiling, and as he lifted her jumper and leaned in for the kiss, she pulled and guided him in, and although the hunger in her belly was still a thing, with him inside of her, everything shone until she lay there gasping for air, her brains turned to mush, and her heart beating so hard it felt just about ready to burst wide open.

A Journal for Damned Lovers UK

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