MasukCharlieAfter a week of Nortica living in my house, I'm beginning to climb the walls. I'm so sexually frustrated that all I can think about is what I want to do to her. She casually pulls her hair up and I have to fight the urge to kiss her neck, I hear her in the shower and I fantasise about washing suds off her perfect tits but worst of all is when she announces each night that she's going to bed. I'm then plagued with images of fucking her heavenly pussy every way my mind can conjure up.This is pure torture and I'm afraid that my resolve is beginning to slip. My brain tries to convince me that I should just give in to my dirty desires, let the temptation win, just once, to get it out of my system. I just know that I couldn't just have her one more time. I'd want forever but if it all fell apart again, I don't think I could come back from that a second time. I try to put distance between us when we're in a room together and avoid touching because I know that if my fingers even g
The wet carpet felt like a sponge as I trudged through my house, with the water rising to my ankles as I led Charlie and Gwen through the back end of the house. Tess and I live at the bottom of a hill, leaving the torrential rain to build up and run down into our backyard and house, causing flooding. As if that wasn't bad enough, the roof must have had a leak in my bedroom which trapped water in the ceiling until it crumbled like cardboard, onto my desk. The gusty winds had blown down a tree, which had taken out the power lines, plunging the neighbourhood into a blackout so I had to use the tiny light on my phone to show them around. Our floor-level furniture and everything on my desk, including my laptop and camera, were destroyed. I don't own expensive possessions but I had worked hard to buy these items and, in just one afternoon, they were destroyed by nature. “I can replace everything,” Charlie said, as he took in the devastation before him. “I'm just glad that both you and T
CharlieGwen asked me to meet her at the jewellery store so she could collect the wedding rings. I assumed it was going to be a quick, simple task but I soon realised how wrong I was. What she didn't tell me was that she was also going to be selecting the jewellery that the bridesmaids would be wearing on the day. While Gwen was being shown through the vast array of necklaces the store displayed, I wandered around, taking in the sparkling rings that filled the cases. My mother stopped wearing her wedding and engagement rings the day she found out about Dad’s affair. She pawned the rings and donated the money. I can't even remember what her rings looked like all I know is that, for her, they were a symbol of a promise that was broken. This is why I never wanted to get married, when vows can be destroyed so easily. Gwen and I lived through the destruction of our parents’ marriage and it left me with scars. As I looked at the rings, though, I started imagining myself proposing to No
When I read the bridal shower invite and it said to wear a cocktail dress, I went out and bought a new one. It wasn't cheap either but I knew I couldn't show up in any of the dresses I already own. Entering Francesca’s gigantic entertainment parlour, I quickly realise that my expensive, navy blue, strapless dress stands out but not in a good way. Every other woman is wearing a designer label. I feel so out of place, like I don't belong here among the women of high society. They're all flawless with glossy hair and perfect skin. It's very intimidating but what makes me more anxious is knowing they have all slept with Charlie. It's hard not to be jealous of them, they have everything that would make them a considerable match for him. Wealth, status, their own houses. What the hell did he ever see in me when he could have his pick among Gwen’s friends?Gwen walked me around the room, introducing me to everyone. I had an expectation that her friends would be exactly like the bitchy, me
CharlieNothing ruins a good day more than seeing Francesca waiting at the reception desk. With her dark red hair pulled back into a sleek bun and the tailored pantsuit, I could tell she'd come from court but it was the smile she threw my way that indicated she had won. “Charlie, it's always so good to see you,” she chirps as I step off the elevator. “I thought they always said there would be signs that the world was about to end. You know, the four horsemen of the apocalypse, floods, fires,” I say and she looks at me confused. “I mean, that's why you're here right? Being the devil and all.”If my insult gets to her she doesn't show it, the smile still stays plastered on her face. This irks me even more. “Don't be so nasty, that's no way to treat your sister’s maid of honour now is it?” she asks, adopting that sweet voice she puts on whenever she wants something. “What do you want?” I ask, tired and in no mood to play her stupid games. “From you? Nothing,” she giggles. “I'm here
Charlie You're an idiot, you spent months wallowing in self-pity, fantasising about winning her back and here she is, in your house, offering exactly what you wanted. What kind of fucking, stupid, idiot turns down a Goddess? Get your srse out of this bed, march across the hall, into the guest bedroom and tell her that you made a mistake. Tell that woman that you couldn't possibly live another day without her in your arms. That your heart beats only for her. Tell her that you love her so deeply and that you made a colossal mistake when you rejected her. My feet hit the hardwood floor and I find myself walking the short distance to the door or the guest bedroom. I bring my hand up, ready to knock but stop myself. I know how this will end. We would be happy for a little while but then the darkness from my past would creep in and destroy us. My mind floods with the image of her from that day in her kitchen, the morning she broke up with me. How much sadness she held in her eyes.







