It was a pleasant afternoon. Kyo was telling me all about
the fight in the neighborhood that took place in the morning. Apparently, a
lady’s husband’s laundry flew over to their neighbors' place and the neighbor
denied giving it back. She also let me know about the shopping spree we were
going to next weekend. I told her about my day and how people tried to cop a
feel out of me, and how I got them fired on the spot. We were laughing and
enjoying ourselves.
I guess this is how the normal life goes.
The clock read Eight o’ clock. We were done with the lunch
and I put the last set of dishes in the sink. Kyo had her apron on and she
looked like a sexy maid. Her pink top and matching thigh high skirt was
inviting.
“Hey, do you want a hand?” I inquired.
“No, I will be done in no time. You can go ahead and start setting the bed up.” Kyo replied.
I walked out of the kitchen and took a left towards our bedroom. I took the sheets out of the cupboard and turned the A/C on. I let the first cold breeze hit my face.
What a pleasant environment. I can keep the news to tomorrow.
I wanted to cherish this normal life that was bestowed upon me for the first time since last thirty-one years of my life. I have only been with Kyo for eight months, and we have grown close, are married, and now Kyo is my housewife. Also, she is the man of the house, because she is calmer and saner than me. Last I checked, hothead helped nobody.
I stepped away from the A/C and jumped on our bed.
Ah! What a nice scent. Today would be a good sleep night.
A moment later, I collected myself and opened my laptop bag, which was on the side of the bed. This was Kyo’s and my laptop. Since we have nothing to hide, we don’t need two computers in the house. We did conclude ‘SNS kills relationships’ pretty soon in our relationship.
I turned it on and it flashed me and Kyo on the beach.
Young and full of energy, even though it was only four months ago.
WHATEVER! IT WAS OUR HONEYMOON. IT’S SPECIAL NONETHELESS.
I looked at the picture, smiled at it, and clicked on the browser.
I opened HipHopDX, Youtube, Youporn and Messenger.
On HipHopDX, I looked for anything new and interesting.
On Youtube, I searched for ‘Gay couples in India’.
On Youporn, I searched for ‘Lesbian scissoring’
On Messenger, I logged in and waited for its response.
I went back to HipHopDX and started scrolling down. It was the fifth article. The Headline said, “PRICILLA APPLEWOOD READY TO PROMOTE HER NEXT ALBUM ‘LEWD AND LOUD’ THROUGH A WOLDWIDE TOUR IN 27 COUNTRIES”.
I was excited at this news. It went on to mention all the details about the tour. They gathered couple of mainstream rappers to perform, as well as some underground rappers.
Good for her, thinking to myself, I closed the tab.
Next was Youtube. The first video was about the emcee going to all kinds of people in the streets and asking questions about same sex couples. It was Eight minutes and Thirty-Seven seconds long.
I had only watched for twelve second, when the laptop chimed, drawing my attention towards the ‘Messenger’ tab.
I clicked on it, and found the worst person messaging me.
It was Cline, again.
Hey, got some new beats. E- mailing to your work E-Mail right now. Expecting your response in next two weeks, the message said.
I started slamming my fingers on the keyboard.
‘Cline, are you FUCKING nuts? Why are you messaging me like this? You know Kyo knows my password and operated my account from time to time.’
His response was fast too.
‘Well, you were online right now, and you don’t show up online around this time usually. I thought it would be the real deal. Well, seems like I was right.’
Now it was my turn. ‘You shit for brains, stop predicting and tell me why you would think I would help you write any more songs?’
‘One, because you are a ghostwriter. Two, we pay you good money. Three, you don’t want the potential of your friend waver do you? You know I am the credited writer on all the hit singles.’
He got me there. I could not throw away the chance to earn money.
‘So, what is the potential of the singles?’
‘I knew you would come along. I knew we had some connection.’
‘Stop barking and crunch some numbers.’
‘Hmm, by the past experiences, I’d say 72%.’
72 is near to 66. Two out of three songs will become singles.
’I’d take 32.’ I named my price.
‘Thirty-Two thousand rupees. Got it!’
‘Thirty-Two Grand. US Dollars. Not a cent less.’ I corrected him.
He started typing a message, but I responded before his message could reach me.
‘Take it or leave it, Cline. I have a good life here.’
His ‘now typing’ disappeared. He disappeared.
He went offline.
Well, Deal is made then.
I went back to the Youtube video and it was nearing its end. I closed that tab too and went to Youporn.
I looked through three pages before a video could appeal me. I clicked on it and it started playing. Quickly, I took out the earphones I had in the laptop bag. After playing for nearly five minutes it started getting good. And then, heard an ‘Uh Uh’ near the door.
It was Kyo.
She cleared her throat to get my attention.
I took the earphones out, shut the laptop in an instant and gave her an awkward smile.
“Hey, how long have you been here?”
‘’As long as you have your hand in your pants.” She pointed towards my left hand touching me between the legs.
I was so lost in myself I started masturbating without knowing.
I took the hand out and raised both my arms in the air like I was held at gunpoint.
I tried to come up with an excuse, but I failed. My expressions went from confused to embarrassed. Then, I came clear and asked her directly, “Which excuse would you prefer?”
“Go wash you hands and meet me on the bed.” Kyo had given me my marching orders.
I packed up the laptop, put it on the side of the bed, and jumped out of it straight to the sink.
When I came back, Kyo was sitting near the dresser, combing her hair. She had a see-through red gown on. She had killed the lights, and only the lamp by the dresser was lit. I stood near the door, looking at her. Her blue bra and thong offsets her red gown. Her black hair shone in the light. It was like staring into the galaxy.
So, so beautiful.
She looked like a dish, ready to be eaten.
She noticed me looking at her. Then, she put the comb down and stood up slowly, facing me. Without uttering a word, she walked up to the bed and laid down face first. Her butt rested there in all of its glory.
Kyo let out a single sentence,” Well, what is taking you so long? Its my turn to be cuffed tonight!” She ended it with a wink.
I went over towards the dresser and took out the cuffs and whip out of the first drawer. i started walking towards her and her legs were welcoming. I bent down and gave her calves little smooches. I made my way up to her tushie and planted kissed on both of her cheeks. All the meanwhile, kyo was moaning softly. It was a mesmerizing aura around us.
I went over towards her torso. I flipped he body and there was her face, all flustered. I put my hand between her legs and she let out a cute squeal. I started running my hand upwards.
Her smooth skin was like butter. Her temperature was almost at a melting point. I was running my hand all over her torso. From her waist to her belly to her breasts, I was working all of them out. She was rubbing both of her thighs alternatively. Now I put both of my hands to use and took her arms, raising them above her head. Her smooth armpits had a strong aroma which was unique to her. It was even stronger today because she hadn’t had a shower. Even more inviting. I had both of her hands in mine and I cuffed her against the bed. I switched my side from her long fingers to her flustered face.
I bit her left ear softly.
And there was another moan.
“HAH! HAH! AAAHHHHH!!”
I whispered slowly into her bitten ear, “Tonight we go crazy. I hope you are ready Mrs. Kiyomi Madonna House.”
Saying that, I put my lips on her earlobes, and let my tongue touch it too.
Her body shivered.
I dragged my tongue against her skin and put it on her luscious lips. They parted and my longue got intermingled with hers.
She is as eager as me, I thought. This would be a fun night.
Continuing my kiss, l let myself lose in the moment.
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