1. A New World Part 5


    Date: 10/28/2015, Categories: Bisexual, Author: BadDog9, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    For the second morning in a row, I woke up next to the most incredible woman I would ever know. However, this morning was different. This morning, I didn’t have to search frantically about for my clothes and rush off to work. This morning, I could lie in bed beside her with the bright morning sunlight streaming through the window and relish the feel of her silky flesh against mine. My cock was hard, as usual, and I needed to pee, but I dared not break contact between our bodies. I didn’t want to disturb her, she was too beautiful, the touch of her hand on my chest, the feel of her head upon my shoulder too good, I couldn’t lose that. Eventually, my bladder won out, and I was forced to give up the divine contact with her. After taking care of my bladder issues, I ran a comb through my hair and used my finger smear toothpaste over my teeth. I found my jeans in the living room and pulled them on. “Morning Fred,” I said, patting the stone figure on the head. I wandered into the small kitchen. The countertop was a sea of paper; letters, bills, flyers, and brochures covered the entire surface. A notepad by the phone had my name written on it with a heart around it and just under that, a doodled cartoon cat with huge testicles. I stared at the notepad, wondering how those two images came to be doodled next to each other. Had she written my name then imagined me with huge testicles and drawn the cat? Or, had the cat been there and somehow caused her to think of me and added my name? ...
    Or, were the two not connected in any way? I was encouraged by the fact that she’d drawn a heart around my name. That had to be good, didn’t it? I told myself I was overthinking a couple of meaningless doodles and turned away. The small kitchen table was, likewise, cluttered with newspapers, magazines, and catalogs. Another large gargoyle stood guard in the corner near the window. The door of the old fridge was covered with magnets, at least one from every state it appeared, and stickers from different rock bands. A plaque on the wall read, “Live today, for tomorrow may never come.” I found a glass in the cabinet by the sink and filled it from the tap. Looking out the window as I drank, I was surprised at the size of the backyard. One side of the deep lot was lined with tall trees and a high block wall bordered the long stretch of lawn at the back. A tall hedge, covered with yellow flowers, provided privacy on the other side. There appeared to be a small vegetable garden by the shed in the back corner. I could see corn stalks and tomato plants and possibly some sort of melons. Two wrought iron chairs and a small table occupied the small patio beside the house. The perfect yard for Riley, I thought. I could almost see her in the private yard, tending her garden and sunbathing nude. “Morning,” Riley said behind me, slipping her arms around me from behind. I felt the touch of her breasts on my back as she hugged me. “Why so modest?” she asked, placing her hands at the fly of my ...
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