Its not about love(teasting)

CH1 Time to be a beast.


Walking in to the house, the smell of blood heavy in my closes, I hear the water of the shower running, I see the steam pouring out from under the door. As I walk over to the door I see that she remembered to set a beer on the shelf. She knows I like a beer when I get home from work. I grab my beer and walk in to the bath room; striping off my blood soaked closes. The long day of working on the cutting floor, has soaked me all the way to the bone. I step in to the shower the hot water feels so good. I wash my body and finish my beer. When I step out if the shower I look in to the mirror, my little Angel left a note for me in the Mirror, “chicken for dinner plz.” Wrapping a towel around me and walking in to the kitchen, I toss the chicken from the freezer in to a pan and started to make Chicken Yakatoiry her favorite.

The rice cooker clicked telling me it was done which was good as I had just finished the chicken with the sauce in the pan. I tossed a scoop of rice in to are boles and top them off with the chicken, garnishing with green onion. I walked in to are room, where I found my porcelain angel checking e-mail. “Dinner is served love” she turned the computer off and walked over to me taking the boles and sitting on the bed motioning to the tea pot so I wouldn’t go and make any. she began to eat as I got comfortable sitting on the floor in front of her, she smelled of rose petals, she must of taken a shower of her own just before I got home. Her hair was free and covering half her face as she ate. Giving her a slight air of mystery. I could smell a slight must in the air of the room; she had masturbated before her shower. she asked about my day as we ate, I told her about how a big order was coming in and that I would be working doubles for the next four days, and asked her about her day she told me about how some customers had been real nice and left her a good tip, and that that’s how we had the money for the chicken.

I collected are boles and tea pot after we were done and carried them to the sink and walked back to our room where I stood in the door way watching her go back to her e-mail. I couldn’t’t get enough of watching her. She was a good woman to me, we had are problems but she loved me, she was faithful and all ways told me when I was being an asshole. Something most people were too scared to do. Her jeans hugged her hips so nicely as she sat in the computer chair, I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra under my white wife beater she was wearing.