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I wake up with a smile and stretch my back letting out a long goan as my body wakes up with me. I shower quickly and rush out the door toward the long legged beauty who I've been smitten with these last few months. Today I'm going to ask her to move in with me.
The sun is shining extra brightly as I park my car and head into the coffee shop. She's sitting and sipping on her double latte' looking as stunning as ever. Her long legs sit crossed with her elevated foot dangling her high heeled red stiletto. We kiss and exchange pleasantries before departing separately heading off to work. I don't have the courage to ask her yet.
Work seems to drag on for hours but finally ends and I rush home. I clean up the remaining piles of dirty clothes and wipe down the kitchen before ordering delivery from her favorite italian resturant just up the street. She arrives 10 mins to 7 and we kiss passionately before I serve us dinner in the livingroom.
This is nice. I think silently as we snuggle after dinner watching her favorite crime drama on Netflix. I take a deep breath and muster up the strength to ask-- but she interrupts with a deep kiss. Before I can think, my shirt is off and we're fondling each other. I get her out of her clothes and go down on her with the same enthusiasm as my first time tasting her. I'm rock hard as I get her across the finish line the first time and enter her roughly to a gasp and moan of pleasure. She scratches my back as I make love to her. I feel her clinch around me numerous times before climaxing inside her.
Exhausted and out of breath I rest with her there on the floor in my living room. She gets up to go to the bathroom and returns a few moments later but... she's clothed again.
"What's wrong baby?" I ask as she turns her head away avoiding eye contact.
She shakes her head with a slight shug and grabs her shoes.
I rush over to her, still fully naked and try and kiss her. She refuses my advance and pushes me aside as she heads towards my front door. There's a pause and I'm speachless when she turns and looks me in the eye for a brief second and says bluntly, "it's over. I don't want to see you any more." She hesistates as she turns away then adds quietly, "i'm sorry."
The door closes silently as I stand a gape, flacid and cold.
I wept as I put my pjs on and cry myself to sleep. The early morning dawn wakes me un-rested and still sobbing. I silence my alarm and go into the kitchen to start coffee for myself. I check my phone for the millionth time and then call her. The phone rings once then is sent to a computer message that makes it clear she blocked me.
I walk to my kitchen window over looking the street three stories down and collapse to the cold tile floor. I cry until there are no more tears. My coffee is cold and my work has called three times looking for me. I type out a text to my boss and go into the bedroom.
A few hours later there's a knock on my door. Ignore it. They knock again. And again. Eventually the knocking turns to pounding and after a few minutes the door is kicked in. A fire fighter pushes the door open and calls out into my place but I don't respond. There's indistinct chatter then a gasp as I stare eye to eye with an EMT. They turn away and radios to someone on the other end of the line.
"He's dead... not a chance. He's probably been like this for hours. Bring up a bag and call the coroner" They say with a sign.
My lifeless eyes stare back into this innocent EMT's eyes as they check the crime scene but they were right... I walked into my bathroom and hung myself after texting my boss that I wasn't coming into work that day.
The sun is shining extra brightly as I park my car and head into the coffee shop. She's sitting and sipping on her double latte' looking as stunning as ever. Her long legs sit crossed with her elevated foot dangling her high heeled red stiletto. We kiss and exchange pleasantries before departing separately heading off to work. I don't have the courage to ask her yet.
Work seems to drag on for hours but finally ends and I rush home. I clean up the remaining piles of dirty clothes and wipe down the kitchen before ordering delivery from her favorite italian resturant just up the street. She arrives 10 mins to 7 and we kiss passionately before I serve us dinner in the livingroom.
This is nice. I think silently as we snuggle after dinner watching her favorite crime drama on Netflix. I take a deep breath and muster up the strength to ask-- but she interrupts with a deep kiss. Before I can think, my shirt is off and we're fondling each other. I get her out of her clothes and go down on her with the same enthusiasm as my first time tasting her. I'm rock hard as I get her across the finish line the first time and enter her roughly to a gasp and moan of pleasure. She scratches my back as I make love to her. I feel her clinch around me numerous times before climaxing inside her.
Exhausted and out of breath I rest with her there on the floor in my living room. She gets up to go to the bathroom and returns a few moments later but... she's clothed again.
"What's wrong baby?" I ask as she turns her head away avoiding eye contact.
She shakes her head with a slight shug and grabs her shoes.
I rush over to her, still fully naked and try and kiss her. She refuses my advance and pushes me aside as she heads towards my front door. There's a pause and I'm speachless when she turns and looks me in the eye for a brief second and says bluntly, "it's over. I don't want to see you any more." She hesistates as she turns away then adds quietly, "i'm sorry."
The door closes silently as I stand a gape, flacid and cold.
I wept as I put my pjs on and cry myself to sleep. The early morning dawn wakes me un-rested and still sobbing. I silence my alarm and go into the kitchen to start coffee for myself. I check my phone for the millionth time and then call her. The phone rings once then is sent to a computer message that makes it clear she blocked me.
I walk to my kitchen window over looking the street three stories down and collapse to the cold tile floor. I cry until there are no more tears. My coffee is cold and my work has called three times looking for me. I type out a text to my boss and go into the bedroom.
A few hours later there's a knock on my door. Ignore it. They knock again. And again. Eventually the knocking turns to pounding and after a few minutes the door is kicked in. A fire fighter pushes the door open and calls out into my place but I don't respond. There's indistinct chatter then a gasp as I stare eye to eye with an EMT. They turn away and radios to someone on the other end of the line.
"He's dead... not a chance. He's probably been like this for hours. Bring up a bag and call the coroner" They say with a sign.
My lifeless eyes stare back into this innocent EMT's eyes as they check the crime scene but they were right... I walked into my bathroom and hung myself after texting my boss that I wasn't coming into work that day.
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