Yesterday was quite a memorable day for me. It was not the first time I had told people about this write and earn platform but it was the first time someone created interest as soon I spoke to them about read.cash. So, welcome my friend @Agas08 who joined in yesterday. His article: My Introductory Post will make a good read.
The first part of the story you are about to read can be found here Dark Skinned Girl 1
Alright!
Grin! Grin!!
The doorbell rang while Yvonne was still taking a cold shower. She became almost restless immediately, knowing that Wordsworth must be the one at the door. Quickly, she rinsed off the body wash, tied a pure white brand new towel without her underwear to the door. So stunning with her long legs. The towels covered only her hips. Without peeping through the pigeonhole on the door, she opened it and found a delivery man with a box. Yvonne grew grey on her face and asked with anger in her tone:
How may I help you?
Good evening madam. You have a consignment from one Mr. Wordsworth.
He brought out a voucher where Yvonne signed to have received the parcel.
Now she has mixed feelings. She isn't interested in the gift or whatsoever was in the parcel but the man himself. She opened it and found a bottle of red wine with a small note with the inscription:
I am behind you, always.
Before she looked up, Wordsworth was standing at the door that was left ajar, starring at the stunning beauty of Yvonne. She looked the more different in the towel. As Yvonne turned to notice that Wordsworth was standing by, she jumped, winking at him. You didn't knock. She wasn't shocked per se, it was what she wanted after all.
You smell nice.
Awn, Yvonne muttered.
Have a sit while I change my clothes.
Yvonne made it for her bedroom.
Come please, Wordsworth called.
Without hesitation, Yvonne cat walked to him while he opened his arm calling for a hug. He hugged her so tightly. Yvonne wanted more, she just held tight to him, very close to his bosom. Then, he said:
Wow. That's the smell I perceived in the morning.
What smell?
Yvonne became very inquisitive. She wanted to know more about this smell Wordsworth had hammered on all day.
Please, kindly describe the smell
Here, Wordsworth knew Yvonne wanted more than a hug. So, he said.
The smell of a woman who wants to the touch of a man.
C'mon. How did you come with that hypothesis?
Yvonne said walked into the room as Wordsworth gazed on........
The television was on and the series Empire. The gentleman sat and started viewing the apartment with the Midas touch making it look like a haven for angels. The wall is painted pink and the roof with P.O.P is off-white.
Yvonne went straight to the refrigerator and brought water and juice with two tumblers for both of them. She poured some juice into the cup as Wordsworth looked on. She wore a white crop top, braless; on a bump shot. Wordsworth just took turn viewing all our contours that had always been hidden under her office wears. She is the one, he giggled.
They had chitchat for several minutes without knowing that it was getting darker each passing moment. It was all about what they each wanted from life. The kind of places they would love to visit, what they don't like, and how they would like to live with their dream spouse. Yvonne served the dish. It was delicious. Wordsworth ate up what had had on the plate and demanded more.
When they were done, he helped clean the dining and they did the dishes together in the kitchen. While Yvonne washed the plates and cutleries, Wordsworth rinsed them. While she was on top of the last wash, Wordsworth held her from behind, it sent electrocution to her body as she turned and kissed away. Wordsworth was a more passionate kisser than her. She moaned and tore through his shirt.
Wordsworth knew how much he wanted her but he doesn't want to rush into this.
She had started pulling her bump shot when Wordsworth held her hands and asked her to take it slowly. He carried her to the sofa in the living room as said to her:
Yvonne. I love you. I want you more than you do. But let's not rush into this, ok.
She just sat there, looking deep into her eyes.
Beautiful story sire.😍😍