1. Saturday Morning Alone


    Date: 8/29/2017, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: eurorevenue, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

    I didn't think I was naive. Or petulant. That's what my boyfriend called me. Just the sort of accusation that makes a person petulant. I woke alone in his bed. I thought he might be making breakfast, our Saturday morning ritual. The apartment, though, was too quiet. Then I remembered him telling me, the evening before, he had a few hours work to do at his office. After lunch, he'd promised, the weekend was for us. Perhaps the sound of the door closing behind him had woke me. The clock read a bit past twenty minutes after eight, an hour past my weekday wake up time. My ***** would have been shallow. I thought I'd like to see him, in his pretty charcoal business suit, climb into his red sports car and pull out into the traffic. The air was cool on my skin as I leaned over his dresser to the window. The spot against the curb was empty. He couldn't have been long gone. I looked along the street just as the tail of a red car disappeared around the corner at the lights. I didn't know automobiles enough to know if it was his or not. I didn't need to go to work; the world would keep spinning about its axis without me; I could have gone back to bed and *****. Standing, though, had shifted the weight of my bladder. I decided to see to it before bringing a cup of tea back to bed. I cruised his lounge room as the kettle came to a boil. It wasn't a room I was comfortable in. It was stainless steel and black and hard. An oversize television screen dominated the space. Everything had its ...
    place. It was the sort of room only visited even by its owner. I had been going out, and *****ing in, with him for almost a year but that remained the picture I had of him. He had all the toys --- tailored suit; red sports car; straight cut hair; straighter teeth; shiny trinkets --- but it were as if he kept the real him tidied out of the way. I picked up a small wire sculpture of an a****l. A pig? It did nothing for me. I put it back in its place on the dustless sideboard. Maybe it was the challenge of excavating the real him that kept me with him. How traditionally female was that? I could bet he was powering his life with a significant overdraft but that was not mine to fix. I pushed my mind to other things. Like just being able to walk about, naked, as the morning air was cleanly cool against my skin. I couldn't do that in my own share house. I kept back from the windows but that was just a small thought. I thought how pleasant it would be to be walking about some secluded garden, nude. The click of the kettle was loud. If he had been home there stereo would have hidden it. A full height storage unit took up one side of the hall between the lounge room and the kitchen. It was where he kept his CDs and videos and all the other functionally untidy things. On its floor were stacked the dailies and weeklies that formed stalagmites in my own living room. I never saw him read them. I shouldn't poke about, I knew. It was more than bad manners. The urge, though, was too strong. I ...
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