Episode 1

Summary 

 Sequel to Heartbreak Remedy. As Erica & Kaiser endure to partake their lives, they delve their deepest fantasies & push their boundaries together.

Episode 1

I close my eyes as I sag against the wall of the elevator, the light ding drowned out by my shriek of relief.

Eventually home.

All I want to do now is kiss my beautiful girl, snare a commodity to eat, and take a long hot shower. Or perhaps a bath, with Erica. Just snuggle together, relax, let this fucking long day come to a slow, sweet end.

I only open my eyes after the elevator comes to a stop at the top bottom, where I shuffle over to the door on the right of the short hallway. I am sure that our nosy neighbor is watching me again, but what can I say, I really do not watch. The walls are sound evidence, the windows imaged, if that old hag gets off on keeping track of how frequently we come and go, I will be the last bone to get in her face. After all, we are just a youthful couple, happily in love, and have nothing to hide.

I laugh vocally to myself as I get my keys out and let myself in.

If only she knew.

Still beaming I protest my shoes off, leave my runner bag on the bottom in the hall, and hang my jacket into the closet before I make a beeline for the fridge. I am starving, and I am thirsty, and while I long to find out if Erica is home formerly, I need to fulfill my primitive requirements first before we end up in a spill of sweaty branches on the lime green flokati hairpiece in front of the fireplace. Although actually making sweet love to my girl on the hairpiece sounds like a really good idea. We can always take that bath another day.

Snappily making sure that Erica is not anywhere in sight I take a deep draft from the OJ, staring at myself that she has formerly domesticated me to the point where I feel bad about drinking straight from the tinderbox. Not that she does not do it herself when she thinks I am not watching, mind you, but for some weird reason we both fall into the habit of playing house when we are in the kitchen. Carrying ourselves. Being all proper and nice.

I make a internal note that I dearly need to **** my girl on the kitchen counter before the weekend. Five weeks since we moved by, and still the kitchen remains undefiled. Can not have that.

I am lucky and find there is a fryer dish with some leavings from history. Not bothering to heat the food, I scarf down half of the contents of the vessel before I snare a can of Coke, delighting the. riddling sensation on my lingo as I take a belt.

I am just about to close the fridge when I notice a folded distance of paper taped to the door. Continuing toruin the food, I pick it up and open it on the counter, actively biting and swallowing as I gawk at the brief note.

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