1. Bouncing Bunny


    Date: 9/23/2015, Categories: Interracial, Author: Bob_6, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    shoulder and I heard, “Bunny, what’s up, why the tears?” It was Salt. I hadn't heard him come in. I turned to face him and my eyes were full of tears, his face out of focus. I sobbed loudly and he again asked, “What’s wrong? What's happened?” I could not speak. No matter how hard I tried, no words would come out of my mouth. Salt gently caressed my head, from forehead to the back, and he still asked the questions for which I had no real answers. He brought me a glass of water and some tissues. I sat on the edge of the bed and Salt sat beside me. He put his arm around me, hugged, and asked again, “What’s the matter, Bunny? What’s upset you so much? I’ve never seen you like this.” For a second I thought about telling him, but I knew what Salt was like, he would have killed his son. Salt loved me like a daughter and I knew it. Salt, even though fifty one tears old, was strong, muscular and stood six foot four inches. My husband did not take after Salt in stature; only his facial good looks had been passed on. I said nothing to Salt but I sat and sobbed. He stopped asking questions but said, “Come down, I’ll make you a cup of tea.” He left me with a kiss on my forehead. I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I still felt total anger when I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, Salt had a hot cup of tea ready for me and some cookies on a plate. He sat across the table from me. “You okay?” I nodded. He pushed the plate of cookies closer to me and said, “Have something to ...
    eat, it’ll make you feel better.” I shook my head and said, “I’ve got an upset tummy, I’ve been sick. That’s why I’m home early.” He looked into my blue eyes, now red-rimmed, and said, “Okay, but that’s not why you’ve been crying.” I shook my head again and looked down. I drank my tea. I knew I had to talk to my husband first, to find out what was going on. That night I would confront him, but I still felt unwell and did not have the emotional nor physical energy. He came home late, no real explanation and we went to bed. He wanted to cosy up to me but I said I was not in the mood and still felt weak. I did not want to cry in front of him but I sobbed lightly into my pillow. I did not sleep well and I didn’t go into work the next day. The day after that was the day we had planned to go away for a short four day break. Arrangements had been made five weeks ago. I thought I'd tackle him while we were away. I felt much healthier when we set out in the morning and it took us two hours to drive to our hotel. We went for a walk and I just could not bring myself to start with the right words. It was awkward as I did not let him hold my hand nor kiss me nor touch me. Before dinner, we had dressed and I was at a dressing table. He came and placed his hands on my shoulders and said, “Ready Bunny?” I looked at his face in the mirror and my reflex action was to shrug his hands off from my shoulders, and as I did he said, “What the fuck’s up? You’ve been miserable all fuckin’ day.” That was ...