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Eating Breakfast In Glass Slippers
Date: 11/8/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: TheScheherezadeFeint, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories
going back to my room though; not looking that man in the eye. Not right now, anyway. Breathlessly sauntering toward the kitchen, the morning starts tormenting me further. It's harsh, but sultry, like well blown smoke rings breaking against my face. Heavily, I sit in the least wobbly chair at the table. Within only moments, Jasmine enters the room. She say nothing as she passes by the nook to the kitchen. A soft warmth kisses my arm tenderly, sunlight seductively slipping through the pale, sheer kitchen curtains. Each breath of late summer breeze tosses the lacy fabric aside, calming the acidic gnawing inside me, but only slightly. As Jasmine holds herself over the stove, boiling water, she slumps slightly, supporting herself with both palms and gazing downward. Last night is clearly exacting a severe toll on her. Silently reminding myself of soothing mantras and massaging circles around my temples, I close my eyes and try to make some sense of my bruises. No answers are apparent though, even in the pleasant shade of my eyelids. In fact, the darkness behind them seethes and swirls, threatening to make me sick, and they snap open instinctively. Sitting across the table from me now, Jasmine pushes a cup of seared, blackened sludge toward me, unconcerned that it sloshed what genuinely appeared to be liquified tar onto the unsoiled floral print of her new table cloth. “Coffee?” she asks. “It looks caustic.” I tell her. Cautiously, I sniff it, and confirm my assessment, but take a ...