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Authors: Linda Kage, Isabell Lawless
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“Thursday! I do laundry on Thursday!” She panted fast, and leaned back against his chest when he pulled at the nipple with his fingers.
“Thursday it is then. The day I’ll let you in on that sweet little secret of mine. How to use a broom handle in any other way than cleaning.” He kissed the back of her neck once more, and pulled his hands up to her shoulders and gave a squeeze. “Thanks for having me over, again. I’m starting to like this. You?”
“No problem. I… you’re welcome anytime. Anytime at all.”
“I’ll remember that. I have to go though, it’s getting late. I’ll talk to you soon… thanks, again. It was really good.” With a last kiss at the back of her head, he turned to grab his jacket hanging over the back of his chair by the table, and with a smile and a nod he headed out through the front door.
Chapter Nine
“It’s Thursday today.” She played the idea over and over on repeat in her head. “He hasn’t called, perhaps he forgot what he told me about today. That’s okay.” She reassured herself. But something desperate inside her screamed out of curiously for what may or may not come. What he had said during their sensual hand dance with the soapy bubbles last Saturday was locked up tightly on her mind. Wherever she went for the last week she saw things resembling broom handles, or something similar to it, and her thighs clenched together just from the look of it. She knew the strong hold his words had on her mind when she almost choked on a piece of steak the other night listening to a TV commercial for Orchard’s Hardware’s sale on cleaning supplies and… detachable broom handles. Why the hell had he said that ? She thought, pulling out the wet laundry from the washer and placed it in the dryer for fluffing.
Dinner was devoured quickly and Nova was put to sleep. The clock on the wall already showed 8:30 pm. Filling up her second glass of wine she vaguely listened to the TV in the background reporting snowfall over night and some cold weather for the next few days. She was happy to just have the electricity working correctly this far out of town during the cold fall weeks, all thanks to a certain good looking handyman who’d checked the connections going into the house during his last visit. She grabbed another armful of fleece blankets, and flannel bed sheets, and with the help of her feet managed to push the heaping pile in her arms and on to the floor into the laundry room for the second wash for the night.
Taking small sips of the chilled wine while walking by the table top she picked up more items along the way to join the other sheets in the wash. For a quiet night at home, cleaning, drinking wine, admiring the chill nature outside in the dusk, she was missing the surprise she’d been promised a few days ago. Amidst the sound from the TV the quiet knock on the side door didn’t go her unnoticed. A tall figure stepped back from the frosted glass window decorating the top of the door, obviously waiting for someone to unlock it and hopefully let him in. She knew the outlines of his face and the three knock technique touching the door.
“Hi.” She said softly, leaning against the open door not ready to let him through quite yet. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight, it’s almost nine o’clock and you have a work day like everyone else tomorrow.” She continued, smiling at him, raising an eyebrow to await his answer.
“Long day, too many things to do. Guess people are in desperate need to have their cars up and running before the storm chases in over the hills. Heard the chill is supposed to come in overnight.” He said low, hands pushed down far
“Thursday! I do laundry on Thursday!” She panted fast, and leaned back against his chest when he pulled at the nipple with his fingers.
“Thursday it is then. The day I’ll let you in on that sweet little secret of mine. How to use a broom handle in any other way than cleaning.” He kissed the back of her neck once more, and pulled his hands up to her shoulders and gave a squeeze. “Thanks for having me over, again. I’m starting to like this. You?”
“No problem. I… you’re welcome anytime. Anytime at all.”
“I’ll remember that. I have to go though, it’s getting late. I’ll talk to you soon… thanks, again. It was really good.” With a last kiss at the back of her head, he turned to grab his jacket hanging over the back of his chair by the table, and with a smile and a nod he headed out through the front door.
Chapter Nine
“It’s Thursday today.” She played the idea over and over on repeat in her head. “He hasn’t called, perhaps he forgot what he told me about today. That’s okay.” She reassured herself. But something desperate inside her screamed out of curiously for what may or may not come. What he had said during their sensual hand dance with the soapy bubbles last Saturday was locked up tightly on her mind. Wherever she went for the last week she saw things resembling broom handles, or something similar to it, and her thighs clenched together just from the look of it. She knew the strong hold his words had on her mind when she almost choked on a piece of steak the other night listening to a TV commercial for Orchard’s Hardware’s sale on cleaning supplies and… detachable broom handles. Why the hell had he said that ? She thought, pulling out the wet laundry from the washer and placed it in the dryer for fluffing.
Dinner was devoured quickly and Nova was put to sleep. The clock on the wall already showed 8:30 pm. Filling up her second glass of wine she vaguely listened to the TV in the background reporting snowfall over night and some cold weather for the next few days. She was happy to just have the electricity working correctly this far out of town during the cold fall weeks, all thanks to a certain good looking handyman who’d checked the connections going into the house during his last visit. She grabbed another armful of fleece blankets, and flannel bed sheets, and with the help of her feet managed to push the heaping pile in her arms and on to the floor into the laundry room for the second wash for the night.
Taking small sips of the chilled wine while walking by the table top she picked up more items along the way to join the other sheets in the wash. For a quiet night at home, cleaning, drinking wine, admiring the chill nature outside in the dusk, she was missing the surprise she’d been promised a few days ago. Amidst the sound from the TV the quiet knock on the side door didn’t go her unnoticed. A tall figure stepped back from the frosted glass window decorating the top of the door, obviously waiting for someone to unlock it and hopefully let him in. She knew the outlines of his face and the three knock technique touching the door.
“Hi.” She said softly, leaning against the open door not ready to let him through quite yet. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight, it’s almost nine o’clock and you have a work day like everyone else tomorrow.” She continued, smiling at him, raising an eyebrow to await his answer.
“Long day, too many things to do. Guess people are in desperate need to have their cars up and running before the storm chases in over the hills. Heard the chill is supposed to come in overnight.” He said low, hands pushed down far
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