2. Mornings...

Song Recommendation - I Put A Spell On You

From Fifty shades of Gray movie.

He wokes up earlier than me. Takes a bath and get ready to work. Just a half an hour before he leaves, he would wake me up to make breakfast for him. By just a small touch on my foot, by him, I would spring up for him. I wake up by looking into his deep black eyes. Seeing him smile for me, makes my day.

I brush my teeth and start making the food. By the time I complete making the food, he would come and give me a back hug. Though he daily does it, I can't help with the jolt! I'm in my pajama shirt without pants, only 2 to 3 buttons help me hold the shirt onto my body, the collar slips back without my help, revealing my long neck and my hair is tied up into bun.

When he hugs me like that, from back, my senses would wasted away and my legs lose their strength. I try to stay up, by helping myself on the table. Just like a vampire having his blood meal, he intensely sucks my neck and bites the area between the neck and the shoulder. It's like a snack before his meal.

Walks away, after he had his bite and joy, to the dining table. Sits back on his chair and pulls me on to his lap. Makes me eat, with his hands and the same spoon which he uses to eat. After we complete eating, he asks me casually, "What do you want on my way back to home?"

I stand up from his grip and while taking away the plates into the wash area, I give a smile looking into his eyes and say, "Nothing." Sometimes I'll ask him to bring vegetables, sometimes chocolates, any snacks for midnight etcetera etcetera. But we asks me this question everyday.

Soon it will be time to leave. I feel kinda sad. I don't want him to leave me. I stand still by the dining table, looking at him, taking his laptop bag and buckling his belt. Then wears socks and shoes. After he ends tieing his shoe lays, he looks at me. I'll rush to the door and just about to open the door, he again attacks on me from the back.

He turns my head, shoots a kiss, on my lips, very intense and rough one. I can't help but give in to him. After he let go of me, I pant like crazy! He looks into my eyes. Stares up and down. Get my buttons done, make my shirt look neat and tidy. I stand by leaning on to the wall.

While pating my head, he opens the door, by himself. He simply walks away, playing with car keys. I stand behind the door and stares his broad back with my hunger filled eyes. I never knew whether it is lust or love...

Soon he hops into the car and buckles up the seat belt. Then he looks back to me and waves his hand. Accelerate and vanishes from my sight as soon as he turned the to right.

I now left alone. All alone in this big villa. I rush back to the bed, crouched under the bed sheet and sniff his smell from the sheets like a pervert. After I had enough, I springs up and throw the bed sheets into the washing machine, for a wash.

I start doing the chores and cook the lunch. After I complete the work inside home, I water the plants and clean the garden which I made with my blood and sweat together. He also helps me on Sundays in gardening.

"Mrs. Dornan." The neighbors on the both sides of our villa, Mrs. Rosie Brown and Mrs. Margaret John, call me. Gets near to the backyard walls and talk with eachother. That's a very sweet time. I like it. We talk only that time.

The most embarrassing time to me is, they complaining about our nights! My cheeks go red, is what they say, when I hear them talking about our nights.

They complain, about how their husbands, won't touch them... daily. As they hear my moans... daily! I guess, it's because of the silence, at night times. And when they observe a night is pleasant, they easily guess it is my period time.

They ask me to say some tips to improve their husband's sex drive. What can I say? I don't know how he keeps up his energy all night longer and work in the morning.

What I cook for meals, to keep him that strong? Is a question they asked me previously. I was like, what? What's so special about meals? What's the relation between meals and love? I didn't understood. I ignored it.