Red Hot Tales {Short Steamy Stories}

y big strong companion sat in the seat beside her. We fell all over each other as our near lifeless bodies collapsed from what each of us had enjoyed that night. At that point, I was lo

had my excuse already planned out. Going into the house, I could see he definitely came home drunk yet again, but at least I wasn't sitting here waiting for him this time. I'd only gotten about four hours of sleep, but I was completely awake. I felt alive for the first time in years, and I peeked into our bedroom door. Brian was passed out across the bed, still in his clothes, shoes and all. I accidentally jiggled the handle and it startled him awake. All he said was, "Is breakfast ready yet?" I ran quickly into the laundry room and ripped off all the clothes that smelled of pure sexual bliss in hopes to hide my night of perfection. I grabbed a nightgown from the dryer then quickly ran into the kitchen to resume my life filled with careful scheduling. As I was making his egg omelet, I kept going over the last night's events. I kept wondering if I would be able to make myself go to