“Cat got your tongue?” Freya jokes, although I can tell she can sense how dumbfounded I am.
“No,” I say, slowly shaking my head. “I suppose this works out great because I’m not looking for a relationship either.”
My beautiful lover doesn’t appear surprised at all.
“Then it’s perfect,” she chirps. “We’re on the same page, which is always a good thing, and it seems that we’ve laid out some ground rules for our entanglement too. This is just sex,” she says for clarification. “I’m not looking for a relationship, boyfriend, babydaddy, or even a friend, really, because I already have a big social circle. I’m looking for an all-you-can-eat anal experience,” she clarifies while looking straight in my eye. “Although maybe that metaphor wasn’t so great,” she concedes with a giggle.
“No, it’s fine,” I say in a deep voice, my cock pressing stiffly against my fly. “It’s okay because that suits me just fine too. All you can eat anal coming right up, sweetheart.”
Then, I move to kiss her, and soon the clothes are flying off as I devour those lush curves, even as I’m careful with the bulge of her tummy. After all, I find Freya Coleman to be absolutely irresistible with her beautiful body and wanton ways. Even more, she wants what I want, so it’s perfect, right? Because isn’t this what I want? No commitment, no connection, only physical intimacy? I push the thought out of my mind because our lovemaking is growing intense at the moment, but somehow, I know that the issue’s still unsettled, and that I’ll have to address it sooner or later.
6
Freya
Aweek later.
I settle into a booth at Hiro Japanese, and look about.
“This is a really nice place,” I say with a smile. “Thanks for inviting me.”
Mark grins and sits, his huge form looming on the other side of the table.
“No problem honey. I thought you might like this place because it’s part Japanese restaurant, and part plant store. It’s a strange combination, but it works, don’t you think?”
I nod and laugh because as weird as the setting sounds, it’s actually nice. The booths are very private because they’re surrounded on all sides by bonsai, blooming lilies, as well as topiaries and beautifully arranged fresh-cut flowers that I can’t identify. The front part of the shop is actually a dedicated plant store, and the restaurant is like a hidden gem in back.
“I never would have guessed that Hiro is a restaurant,” I nod with a smile. “Except for the display menu they placed outside, of course.”
Mark grins, flashing bright white teeth, and he’s so handsome that it hurts. How did I get so lucky? Of course, I knew when he moved in that I’d gotten a new neighbor who redefines the words “hot” and “utterly irresistible,’” but I never thought I’d be sleeping with him. I thought guys like Mark had girlfriends or wives, or that they were under constant assault from would-be girlfriends or wives. But instead, he seems happy to come over every day to satisfy my physical cravings, and it’s wonderful. Actually, it's more than wonderful because I haven’t had any nausea ever since Mark started putting his cock in my ass regularly, and as a result, I’ve been floating in Seventh Heaven on a cloud of good health.
“So how are you today, baby?” Mark growls, those blue eyes glinting at me over the menu.
“Good,” I smile back, clenching my bottom cheeks a little. “Ooof!”
He immediately looks concerned.
“Are you okay, honey? Was it the baby kicking?”
I giggle and shake my head.
“No, not exactly. It’s just that I’m a little sore from that new position we did this morning. You know, the one where my back is up against the couch with my legs spread, and then …”
“Ah, that one,” Mark growls, his blue eyes going dark with desire. “Yes, I remember, but you took it so well, honey. It’s astonishing that you’re so acrobatic for someone who’s tummy is definitely getting up there.”
I laugh joyously again.
“Well, I want to keep this going for as long as I can before the baby’s born,” I say in a light voice. “So yes, I’m happy to try the entireKama Sutraif that’s what floats your boat.”
Those blue eyes glint again, and I can tell that Mark wants to say something sexual, but then the waitress comes over to take our orders.
“I’ll just have the garlic chicken ramen with a side of seaweed salad,” I say. “Thanks.”
My date, meanwhile, goes crazy with sushi and hand-rolls, ordering enough for a feast.
“Are you sure you can eat all that?” I ask after the waitress departs.
Mark pretends offense.