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In the kitchen there is not much natural light. The windows are separated into many small squares and what bit of sun there is attempting to get in is having to squeeze past ivy leaves and the pots in the sink. It isn't dirty in there though, just sort of..higgledy-piggledy.
A camera sits on the fridge, a dog lead on the table. Reading books reside on the worktop and a pink teddy lounges one-eyed behind the back door. It all has a displaced look, as if a scatterbrained kleptomaniac had dropped in for a visit and forgotten to take their spoils with them.
Yet it all seems to fit and gel somehow. Except one thing. One item is out of place in this feminine abode. A great hulk of a man sit at the table, as inconsistent and welcome as all those jokes. You know the ones. A nun in a brothel. An undertaker at a wedding. Rentokil at a buffet. Just wrong.
There is a smell there too now. Apart from the slight odour of damp brick that you get in an old property and faint remnants of bacon and eggs, there is a reek. Unwashed flesh underscored with a heated, desperate anxiety. It raises goosebumps on the skin of anyone that registers it and instant recoil is its effect.
The man had come up from under the house when the girl had gone upstairs. After making sure she was safe and secure he sits now quietly brooding, as if waiting is exciting in itself. His brows are smoothed from their normally wrinkled state and his heavy features appear serene. The normally present squint from staring at his banks of T.V. screens is gone for once.
The video pictures that were his hobby are stilled on screens in the private place he calls home. They stare into the space only ever occupied by this man, except not today. Today is the day that his dreams become reality and love will conquer all.
Absentmindedly a finger reaches to a nostril and flicks away dead skin, his tongue flickers between poorly defined wet lips and a small moan escapes them as he squirms in his trousers. In the palm of his unoccupied hand lies a small square of gold metal. A tiny key to communications that is useless without it's casing. This feels powerful to him.
A delicate white china cup with a tiny band of gold around the rim sits on the pale pink tablecloth within his line of sight.. It is still warm from her cuppa. Lifting the tiny cup in his huge fingers he gently licks away the traces of lipstick. Breath puffs down his nose in a nasal laugh and he trembles.
The grandmother clock sonorously ticks the tocks as he waits, accompanied by a dripping tap that he plans to fix for her when he's moved in properly. She `LL like that. Appreciate his hard work. She `s a good girl. He knows this to be true. He accompanies his staccato thoughts with a rocking motion. This comforts him.
Striking ten the chimes shake him from listening to the glossolalia in his head and he rises slowly to his feet, moves to the mobile phone he's brought with him. It `s time to make his suit. To woo his lady and finally win her to his heart
Hello.
You don't know my name, but I know yours.
I know all about you. Your favourite scent, the way you brush your long hair for twenty stokes on each side. You sleep mostly on your left side all curled in a ball. No, don't interrupt. Don't you find it interesting how I know all these things?
I know very many things. Like how your favourite toy is the pink jelly vibrator. They call it the rabbit don't they? Though you call it John when you gasp and writhe your way to orgasm. I don't know John. Is he your fantasy man or an ex lover? He doesn't know how lucky he is to have you think of him in that way.
By the way, your orgasms are exquisite my love. Your tiny gasps increasing in strength until you become a guttural wanton slut. I've smelled your passion pervading the room, it's so intense.
It doesn't matter what or how I know, dear, just let me share it with you.
It's good that we can talk at last. Sharing these delicious thoughts. Oh, can you tell how hard I am? How my cock pulses as we continue our discourse.
Oh but my darling you will want to know about my cock, trust me.
It weeps now to be enveloped by that sweet cunt of yours. Buried deep enough to make you yelp in that helpless way you have. I love to listen as you play, but not as much as I like to watch. I see as your back arches, your legs widening to accommodate whatever is your choice of the moment. You love to fuck don't you? I too love to fuck but I've waited for you my love. Saved myself.
Oh you do know me dearest. I'm the man in your dreams.
The one who torments you with fingers and tongue, taking you to dizzy heights and then catches you as you fall. You've fucked others on that bed. I've watched enthralled as you buck and heave beneath them. Sweating like rutting animals in the farmyard. Bestial grunts and squeals, thrashing like snakes. Have you any idea how much that torments me? How hard it is to watch my woman fuck and suck those others.
Don't bother trying to use your mobile whilst we're talking on your land line dear. You'll notice it's dead if you check. I took out the sim card whilst you slept. Put it down, there's a good girl.
Why are you crying? Is it because you can`t get out of your bedroom door? I Thought so. Please don't panic. You see, it's where you're happiest darling, I know that. I thought it would be a fitting place for us to meet for the first time. The place where we shall come together and share all the things you've imagined whilst you squirmed on your quilt. By the way, You may want to wash that cover later love, I'm afraid I lost control whilst I was there but it can wait until we've stained it further can`t it?
Smashing a window will make no difference my dear. You know no-one passes this way. You wanted the seclusion and you got it didn't you? We can make as much noise as we like during our union and no-one will hear. I find that so reassuring. You're very quiet now. I can hear your breathing. So deep and passionate. You move me with the depth of your reactions. You move me to act. Forgive me my precipitous actions. I was hoping to prolong this verbal foreplay, but I am unable to wait. I'll be with you very soon my darling girl.
How long?
The stairs are not steep and I `m a fit man. Just let me put your cat out and I'll be right up.
Hello? My love?.. I'm coming.
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