Hello again! Leann there, I'm just here to inform you that the next chapter is from MATURE audiences. Yes, from 12+ it's now 16+; I plan to make this a sexy book as best as possible. For those of you with matured mindsets, feel free to continue. I hope you enjoy it! ;)
Exposure Aftermath"If this feels right, why do I have to leave?" He hauled her a cab. A few seconds later, a yellow Toyota arrived in their direction; the driver clicked open the lock. Kitty looked back, smiling. Her smile met Kai's as he waved her goodbye. She turned around and locked the cab door, and the driver drove off to her apartment. Kitty leaned back on the cab's cream synthetic leather back seat as she hugged the tote on her lap. She looked out the window; the city lights were starting to come alive. Her gaze was locked out the window. The airconditioning was brushing on her forearm; the cab driver was silent as the radio played a random pop song in She had a lot on her mind with what happened today- today was a lot. She stole a red lipstick that wasn't her shade, and she might not open the packaging or used it. On her way home from work, she took a detour when a complete strange tried to blackmail her into being an accomplice. Being used for her turmoil, she let Leah si
Reflections "Don't let your husband take charge of you; you mean more to yourself," Kitty never forgot it. Leah's words rang inside her head from the moment Kitty wrapped cling-on plastic to the chopped squash; it lasted up to the end of her shift. As she clocked out of work, it was still in her system until Kitty returned to the apartment. The advice ate at her. It was on Kitty's mind before she dozed off to sleep and woke up the following day. It was like a child swallowing a piece of gum after chewing out its sweetness, unaware of when it would be out of their insides. It's Thursday at 3:30 pm today. Monday was when she met the older woman trying to blackmail her. On Tuesday, they had a little heated spat, and yesterday she wasn't in the shop. Kitty had a while to digest what Leah was telling her. She didn't think about it much when she was at work, but Kitty thought of it whenever she was alone. Kitting turned off the upright vacuum in the middle of cleaning and wiped her
Indecent Advances Leah locked the sliding door behind her. She proceeded to walk to the laundry room at the end of the hall and left the plastic laundry hamper on the counter. After that, she went downstairs to the kitchen. The underlying scent of marinated pork greeted her. Sitting there, spread out on the marbled kitchen counter, were aluminum trays of skewered pork and poultry liver and innards. The meat lay sprawled, ready for a bbq to celebrate a new book and magazine issue launch. Paul had her do it since he was hosting the barbeque. Leah put her back into preparing, so her attention was entirely on them when the kids got home. There was no maid in the house: no gardener or housekeeper, just a lonely housewife. There was just Leah. There was once, but Paul thought Leah better did the house choirs. "Honey, I know you can do it all. Besides, you'd be bored stupid in a house all by yourself, so make yourself handy. Won't you?" Leah could hear her husband say. She gritted her tee
Close Call Bianca went on home; she didn't stay for dinner. Kitty's mother-in-law left them half a liter of orange soda in the chiller and a container full of roast chicken. Kitty, later on, served the chicken for dinner. Ken came home around five that night; they ate together. At dinner, Ken couldn't speak. Kitty could tell that he was tired, but whenever she'd talk, he just nodded. Kenneth looked okay, his clothes were OK too, but the expression on his face expressed something else. There was a hint of redness in his eyes. "Did he cry? No. Did he catch sore eyes, or did he rub his eyes too much?" Kitty thought inwardly. Something might have happened at work. Kitty didn't want to bother asking. As Ken's wife, he should be the one opening it up to her. She knew Ken would open up eventually, so she let it slide. Kitty didn't want to intrude, so she stayed quiet. Even after dinner and they were about to sleep, Ken said no
Drawing Boundaries The afternoon sun was hot on their faces. Sweat trickled down their exposed foreheads, shins, and arms. Kitty couldn't catch a break. She started off running but wasn't used to it; she ended up jogging after him. The worst part was that he maintained his speed; the gap between them grew wider since she slowed down. John was halfway through the community gates to the suburbs. Once in the suburbs, Kitty looked around; they ran past the complex where her apartment was. Using the building as a gauge, she scouted out Leah's house. She recalled what it looked like from the view from her balcony, and then she found it! She mapped out the location in her head and started walking in the direction she drew in her mind. She was ignoring John, who ran straight without a clue where he was going. To Kitty, John was running to lose her; he had no idea where he was going or if he would reach Leah. Kitty took matters i
Rash Decisions "Now that bonehead is thoroughly stroked, on to phase two." They sat silently for a few minutes, normalizing their breathing. Mrs. Cameron was the first to move. She cupped her breasts and bent down to look for her scattered clothes. Leah could see John finish drinking the few sips in his water bottle on her peripherals and leave it on a door-mounted cupholder in the backseat. She smiled to herself and continued to change. John followed after her. When they were fully dressed, John began detaching the suctioned window shades while Leah sprayed pine-scented Lysol on the seats. After that, the two returned to the chairs in front. It was as if nothing had happened. Leah made a u-turn around the convenience store to the filling station in front of it. Both parties were silent; Leah discreetly watched John in her peripherals while she shut off the air conditioning and rolled down her window to light a menthol cig. He was in search of something. His gaze was elsewhere out
Gently Slipping It's 6:50 pm, an hour early. She rolled her neck, stuffing her uniform in a backpack in a designated locker labeled C in the dressing room. Her black heels followed after the bag. Out of uniform, she rolled off her underwear and went to the adjacent room for a long soak. The steam was heavy in the lit communal shower room. Inside was nearly empty since everyone's shift was two hours away. She was there with four, maybe five other ladies. There wasn't anyone she recognized, so she kept to herself. Two were talking; one just got in a stall while the other was about to leave utterly naked with just a towel. She took the stall further from the door. She dropped her bath basket, hooked the towel beside the showerhead, and made the water run. Frigid, hard tap water met her face and chest, gradually running all over her slim body, leaving gooseflesh everywhere. It brought her alive. Feeling completely soaked, she turned one of the shower knobs inward. Steaming hot
Hesitant Dive Kitty opened her eyes. It was morning again. The day started like the ones that came before; Kenneth left for work, and she did hours later. Absentmindedly she made her way through the day being somewhere else. Kitty was aware of what her body was doing but not her mind. In this state, she fixed the house and cleaned herself before heading for the grocery store. The day went faster than she would admit. At the store, Kitty was aisle stocking canned pineapples and mixed fruit with a teenage part-timer. The pair were in two different worlds; the boy seemed preoccupied whistling the songs playing on his AirPods, and she once again found herself thinking about Leah at work. Since the random episodes with her befriended blackmailer, Leah, the time after their parting seemed dull. She felt a growing empathy for the older lady, knowing her unhappiness made her resort to infidelity. "Maybe Leah felt the same dullness before her rendezvous," Kitty thought. Given the changes