A HUSBAND FOR BREAKFAST

The sensual feeling was severely intense than she could have cared to anticipate. It seemed foreign in its own capacity that her body could master up such pleasures though she was already an avid participant in this kind of act.

While stirring from slumber, she couldn't help but notice that his eyes had the glare of something more than lust than she had ever seen from his kind. It seemed partly love, partly care, partly tenderness and partly a never ending affection that he had for her.

"Hey babe?"

Then he said in the huskiest voice that touched into the inner soul. It was both sexy and demanding at the same time.

"Hey."

She returned trying to savour the moment never to end. Her eyes were lightly closed as if in an attempt to dupe this phenomenal man into believing she was half asleep.

"I thought you would never open those hazel eyes."

Indeed, and if only he knew that they had already been opened and had been staring down at his for the last half hour or so, maybe his sentiment could have been different. His masculine frame had securely enclosed her in a cuddle, one so common yet so new to her now. She then flung the pillow at his unsuspecting face.

"What the……"

The rest of the words were swallowed up into the pillow as his rather handsome face was concealed under it. His exposed torso send shivers down her already sexed up and dilapidated body, but it was too late as she had been responsible for initiating the next unfolding sequence of events.

She was jerked off her side of the bed to the more than willing arms of this beast. Not in any way was she in a position to complain as the landing was cushioned by his hard chest.

"No Tim I got to ...….."

The reminder of the words were kissed off her lips as Tim darted his tongue deeper, inviting, wanting to be invited, yearning for more, forcing her to yearn for more as his blue eyes looked right into hers. It was like he had the power to look right through her and that is exactly what he was doing.

Anna wrapped her arms around his neck as if to counter the pleasure that was emanating from them. She couldn't tell how, but within an instant, the laced white thong panty was flying halfway across the room, no wonder she was starting to feel like she was.

She wasn't supposed to feel this way God forbid, but she actually was, and just like the first time in the line of their little rendezvous they were at it again.

Notwithstanding, this is anyway couldn't be classified as just any other random pickup between them, but a mutually consented action among these two participants, that is what it was.

"Special day today, you want some sugar for a hundred ninety nine?"

She asked as she gleamed all the way to his automobile. To him, she wasn't just any other being; she had to be that feminine being that he couldn't want to take his eyes off from. It was clear concerning this new phenomenon that she had those eyes, those hazel eyes that looked right at his timid face mesmerizing his whole masculine form.

Her body language wasn't anything out of the ordinary, rather it depicted her intensions vaguely, typical femininity at its best only acting against her social inclinations. And when she spoke, her voice whistled a symphony pleasant to his craned ears. It was like her form was myrrh in itself, utterly pleasant and serene.

Quite on the contrary, It wasn't any wonder that he had those eyes, those lazy eyes that could see right into a soul, but a wonder he acted illiteracy blind to see right through her. His face remained a clear blurry of uncertainty.

His body language wasn't of this world either, it's like he portrayed a kind of non-human tendency that was foreign to humanity. She just couldn't find it in her a way to piece this little puzzle together, since it was an open secret that opposite sexes attracted, a course that so far played elusive between the two of them.

And when he talked, his baritone voice tickled the very sensual nerves almost rendering her to her knees. Morals abound, this was typically an odd entity, tremendously odd.

"Yeah, I want some sugar but will it be worth my while?"

"Ecstasy's my name and I bet you have to wait to find out."

"You bet I will find out, hop in sunshine, where to now, your place or mine?"

"Certainly your lair it is macho man!"

He had never done this in his entire life and the fluidity of the way things were transpiring was beyond comprehension. Between, she couldn't quite also understand why he had to be any different from all the others, because that is what he was in plain and simple terms, like all the others, men.

But him, this man was gentle, caring and plain mysterious. His lair was typically a bachelor's pad; a flat screen patched on the wall, a hi-fi music system partnering it at the rear of the entertainment unit, and a cherry red trio of couches riddling the room. He sure had a thing to lounge in style. The inner room wasn't bad at all either, apart from an occasional pair of soiled briefs tossed carelessly around, it was decently neat. Then the six by six bed seemed like it was precisely positioned at the extreme centre of the room, that is where all the real action happens, Anna figured.

"So where do you want me?"

She asked while getting out of one of those things called hot pants and a small strapless top. It was like the hot pants were indeed hot and itching to taken off, while the top seemed small enough to fit a ten year old girl. It was fascinating to Tim as she wiggled out of those small clothes she was wearing to expose an almost see through lingerie underneath.

Why does one have to wear see through under garments when they could basically walk around with barely any at all? Tim wondered.

"I think you should get a robe from the closest, it might be a long and chilly night."

He suggested as he came to hold onto the bare ramp of her backside. This is the first time they had eye contact. He then let go of her backside just as rapidly as he had held on to it, she on the other hand shifted her gaze to the ground. He was tense and she was blushing, what a perfect combination.

In this business of pleasure the words falling for someone or love in itself do not belong in the vocabulary, but Ecstasy was starting to have one of those, falling for this mysterious client. Him to this extend, could be classified as the man delusional and falling for a hooker, a prostitute or whatever anyone wanted to brand it. Both were trading in waters that are a no go zone, and against what either needed to prescribe to.

"No……I think you got to go to work or something."

She fought to be heard amid the ecstasy that she had promised to deliver, but in the stead, that was being delivered. And indeed it had been a long night as he had foreseen, only getting better at the wee hours of the morning when they discarded the shell of morality and societal afflictions, to subscribe to human nature coming from their long talk.

None of them cared. This was like one of those so sought after phenomenon of love at first sight, or was it lust a first sight. It only remained to be seen what this action could transcended to eventually.

"Forget work and breakfast. I have a better preposition."

Seriously this time, she figured. He seemed plainly honest and sincere.

"If I were to make you my wife, what would your name be?"

Mesmerized, Anna just got out of bed stack naked and ran. She had this crazy thing called affection for this man, but this was never how it was. A husband…..yes, but a husband for breakfast….hell no…..

She wanted him that much, but not this fast anyhow. And with that, the husband to be was credited to his sole discretion at his bed, alone, and she fleeing into the world unknown.

"Excuse me; I think I will need my clothes back now."

She informed as she came back to pick her baby clothes but not finding her panties which were lingering somewhere out of sight. And she was gone, scampering for safety as she would have thought that she was.