Longing

Photo by Reclusesoul via Firestorm viewer for Secondlife
Photo by Reclusesoul via Firestorm viewer for Secondlife
Photo by Reclusesoul via Firestorm viewer for Secondlife

David Cortes is a very busy man but he takes great care of Rei. He went away for his business while she went to a wedding. He was supposed to be with her yet he has to fly to another location to close a million dollar deal which he got successfully.

Photo by Reclusesoul via Firestorm viewer for Secondlife
Photo by Reclusesoul via Firestorm viewer for Secondlife

She finally went home, her feet a bit swollen from the heels but she enjoyed watching her friends at the wedding. She then decided to read a book and unfortunately, the novel she got fired her up. She suddenly missed her busy man.

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She then went to his wine and drinks mini bar and sipped a bit from his favorite brand. She gulped the liquid sending delicious warmth down her throat. She’s not really used to drinking but she’s always curious of the taste. She laid down on the floor imagining how David sipped on these drinks after his work and before relaxing in the evening. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear him approach her.

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He grabbed the whiskey glass from her hand, he looked down at her, his shadowed form demanding an explanation, seeing her flushed face emphasized by the red gown she was wearing. He was out for a business trip but got back home to his wife’s drunken state.

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“Care to explain?”, He asked her. She looked up at him, seductively licking her lips. She bobbed her head in question, “Ohh, you’re back earlier than expected….”. She trailed, getting fired up from his commanding stance.

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“Rei, come here.” He ordered her as he stared at her from his Executive desk. He smirked as his submissive wife stood up from the floor, slowly and sultrily swaying her hips, hungrily looking at him from her semi drunk state. He then grabbed her, squeezes her front and behind as he felt her warmth permeating from the thin satin fabric of her gown.

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David pulled her as he slowly stripped her of the red gown, she leaned into him as he changed her into his gift, the glistening jeweled lingerie fitting her body and skin tone, her flushed face, closed eyes and the small moans eliciting from her mouth drives him insane with need as his hands darted lower down her belly to her hot and wet nub that gives her the most pleasure.

Unedited and typed in a hurry

Short story inspired by Enigma’s Mea Culpa

Erotic reverie Fiction Fiction works RolePlay and Games SecondLife

The Recluse Soul View All →

Multi-conscious, Sensual, Intuitive and a follower of Goddess Inanna

A woman who values life in a higher divine level than the materialistic level of life.

Loves volunteer works for Non-Government organizations that supports life, animals, nature and spiritual growth.

Currently in a quest to achieving Multi-Dimentional Consciousness.

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