"Have you ever wanted your own kid?" It's not even day one of lockdown and here I am, being caught with his weird question. "Ummmmm why are you asking that? Out of nowhere." I munch my drummet as I watch him with his. We are having dinner together for the first time in uhh, I'm not sure, since last year? Before Thanksgiving?"Because I saw your books. There are so many pregnancy stories in your reading list." "Oh my God,” I gasp, “you're stalking me again! First with Italian Mafia, then you took my virginity. Now my pregnancy book? What? You're gonna make me pregnant now?" That's when both of us stop eating. Oh God, I'm breaking my own rules. But he smiles after a few seconds, "You have Christian for that." "I don't." "You don't? What do you mean?" He puts his chicken, staring at me, wanting to focus on my answer. "We broke up." "What?!" He jumps from his seat and marches towards me, "When? Why? Howww?" I shrug, "Two months ago." "TWO MONTHS AGO?!" He's actually shouting a
"Can you PLEASE put the leftover in a food container instead of putting it on a plate? You're gonna make my fridge smells like food!" Here we go, domestic Toffer is picking on me again for the umpteenth time this week. We've only gone through the lockdown six days but it feels like I've been stuck with him for a month already! "It's a fridge, it's SUPPOSED to smell like food! What? You want it to smell like feet instead? I can put this then," with that I hastily take off the sock from my right foot and dangle it in his face. "I mean it Nina, fucking put the leftover in a food container." His warning should send shivers to my bones but that only happened four days ago. I'm used to them nowadays. "And don't keep anything that you don't even want to eat. The trash can is there for a reason." "So you can shove yourself into it?" I reply nonchalantly as I put my sock back to my foot. *** "Can you PLEASE take out your clothes from the dryer?" Urgh here we go again. "Your clothes ha
"Are you looking for something?" I ask him when he runs through the stuff I brought back from the store but doesn't help me put them in the fridge or the pantry. He shakes his head but I can see the disappointment on his face. Heh, he must be looking for a treat. Because every time I go out for supplies I'd always buy him something. This time around I'm going to make him tell me something first before handing him his treat. I get a feeling he's hiding something from me. And I very well know about what. I just want to force it out of him, making him admit it. "We're having salmon tonight," I announce as I wiggle the packaging before putting it into the fridge. "Okay…”He's like a little boy who is sulking for not getting what he wants. But he tries not to show it, solemnly dragging his feet to the hallway, back to his room. After I put everything out, ensure the washer, dryer and dishwasher are in the state that he requested, yes I've taken the liberty to listen to his requests e
Do you know how hard it is to masturbate when you have a clingy best friend who never leave your side? Urghhh I haven't had my much needed release since seven weeks ago. Like seriously, Toffer is next to me all the time. ALL. THE. TIMEEEE. He sleeps with me, he eats with me, he showers when I shower and when I try to do it in the bathroom there's a big fat chance he'd barge in to borrow my toothpaste or something. He even moved my working desk next to his just so we'll be together during working hours. "Why didn't you tell me you're doing laundry?" See, I just want some peace with my dirty clothes and this washing machine. "It's not even full,” he comments further, “Wait, let me get mine!" And just like that he disappears as I hear him running towards his room. I sigh heavily while dumping the detergent pod in the washing machine. When can we finally go out and live like we used to? I'm soooooo desperate for a release. Lockdown sucks.He comes back with his laundry basket, the
"Do you want me to help?" I startle at the question that comes a second after my bedroom door flies open. I knew I should've locked the door."You can pretend I'm one of your toys. I won't say anything, I promise." This is awkward, but not that embarrassing. Seriously being caught with a pink dildo inside of you is nothing compared to what he had me done during that six months. "I'm fine by myself," I choke on my own words. It's been two hours but I'm only at my second orgasm. I've tried porn, it doesn't work. I've tried imagination, and that somehow got me somewhere. But the catch was, I had to fantasise being rammed by this guy. Cliche. "Are you sure? We can play like we used to, minus the fucking." Why would he minus the fucking? That's weird considering it's just another act following the foreplay and oral. "Let me try just once. If you're uncomfortable I promise I'll stop." He doesn't wait for my answer but jumps right on my bed, sneaking into the duvet and the next thing
"Sign this." He drops some papers on my desk later in the evening when I've already removed my sexy outfit. I'm back with my shorts, his old t-shirt and this signature ponytail of mine with matching ribbon. "What's this?" I ask without looking at it. I'm busy doing this last minute assignment my boss decided to drop on me two hours ago. His meeting ended one hour before that but he went missing despite my teasing. He certainly did not enjoy being teased to the brink of a climax for three times. In a row. Hihi. I would've tried the fourth if it's not because of my boss's annoying phone call. "Marriage cert." "Marriage what?" I snap out of my work, focusing on him that is still standing next to me, "You're kidding right?" My hand grabs those papers immediately as I glance at him one last time then read the title of the form. It is indeed a request for Marriage Certification. "Sign it so I can send it today before 5." "Did I drink last night?" I don't think so. I'm pretty sure th
It's been a while since I said 'I do' in front of the laptop, dressed in a simple white top that’s always been our favorite, coupled with a blue pair of shorts. I left my face bare and tied my hair in a high ponytail, with a matching white ribbon. He, on the other hand, made an extra effort by appearing in his navy blue suit for the fact we were only staying home- he clearly dressed up for the occasion. On top of the impeccable suit, his hair was styled as if he needed to impress anyone, when we don’t even have a guest, it was merely the clerk who was in charge in our marriage certification. Did I mention he actually wear the full suit instead of just the top half? I was shocked when he made sure his socks match too, instead of the usual grab-anything-that’s-in-front-of-you. Anyway, I still remember how he dragged me away from my work desk on the same evening after he came back from the store a couple hours later. I wanted to see what he brought home from his first grocery trip but
It's finally ending. We are not trapped in the house anymore as of today after the announcement made on national tv that the lockdown has officially been lifted. Last night we celebrated the news as if we're getting our freedom back for the fact I don't know if it's indeed for the freedom or perhaps the end of this sweet dream. I'm wearing the dress I ordered online last week, purchased it for the sole purpose of wanting to look beautiful -and appetising- on our first monthniversary but after the announcement, I decided to put it on for our first date.Oh yes, he asked me for our first official date after our second round of 'celebration' last night. "This gotta be the most expensive restaurant you've ever brought me to," I tell him once we step into the Michelin Star eatery. "I'm planning to use all my money while I can just so you don't have much left when you leave." He even ordered a new suit to be delivered on the same day for this date, obviously maxing his credit card for