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is a 5,900 word work of fiction by Kiki Wellington. All names,
characters, and events are products of her libidinous imagination.
Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is
ONLY PLEASE. The
sexually explicit material and adult language. This story is not
appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.
filled my flushed cheek with warm kisses, stoking my fires with each
touch of your mouth. Then you maneuvered your lips onto mine,
continuing with your gentle movements. After brushing your lips
against mine several times, you slowly cocked your head to the side
and opened my mouth with your tongue. Our tongues danced a slow waltz
in each other's mouths, and I felt your hands running up and down my
back. I had my arms firmly wrapped around your neck, and took the
opportunity to stroke the back of your head, your soft, freshly cut
hair filling my palm.
pulled away and whispered in my ear, "Jessica, would you like to
nodded. I don't know if you noticed it through our clothes, but my
nipples had gotten hard up against your chest, and I was definitely
excited for you to undress me and press your naked body up against
First, a Word....
you for taking the time to read this ebook. I adore writing erotic
stories, and if you enjoy reading this even half as much as I did
writing it, I'll be one happy horndog. May you get off and get a
smile on your face...and other places!
gratitude and mind-blowing orgasms,
should have known something wasn't quite right with you. You seemed
more attentive, more loving than ever. The whole time we've been
married, I don't think you'd ever paid as much attention to me or our
relationship or anything that didn't have to do with yourself. Some
days I wasn't even sure how or why we got together in the first
place. I always loved you, you know that, and I wanted to believe
that deep down inside somewhere you did love me too. Otherwise, why
would you be with me? Why would you ask me to marry you? Why would
you spend all these years with me if there wasn't something real
was the shred of hope that kept me going, that kept me from feeling
completely hopeless about the relationship. Maria told me no less
than a million times I should leave you. Every time she did, I kept
telling myself that although my sister is usually right about most
things, this is where she completely missed the mark. This was where,
for the first time in my life, I was going to prove my sister wrong.
I was going to make this marriage work come hell or high water, no
matter what Maria said or my friends said...or you said. We got
married for a reason, marriage is sacred, and that was the end of the
story. Divorce just wasn't an option.
when out of the blue you started paying more attention to me, I was
elated. I thought my prayers had been answered, and I was finally
going to get the marriage I deserved.
remember the moment it started like it was yesterday: You came home
from work with a "just because" gift—roses and a box of
artisan chocolates from that place I like downtown. I was gobsmacked
when I saw it. Getting you to buy something nice for me for Christmas
or my birthday or Valentine's Day was usually like pulling teeth with
you. Gift giving just wasn't your style. Doing things, even little
things, just because you were thinking of me was never your modus
operandi. So when you walked through the door with those gifts, it
burned into my brain because of the sheer novelty of it.