Bowl

(story continues from No Place for Pets) Chapter 2: Becoming Her Owner The sounds of sizzling back bacon filled the still morning air. It was early the sun having barely been up for more than an hour. Jim enjoyed this peaceful time, when the old farmhouse was still and quiet. He had always been an early riser. For as long as he could remember he had been getting up to go for an early morning run. Country life had quickly grown on him. Unlike the hustle and bustle of the city, he could go outside and breathe nothing but pure clean air. It was a welcome improvement over the smelly fumes and honking of cars. Come to think of it he could not remember the last time he saw a car on his morning run, which wasn’t surprising when their closest neighbour was 15 kilometres away. ...

Adele batted his hand away. “Hey! Stop that.” He put his hand back on her tit. He had his other hand in her hair, holding her head as he kissed her, a teeth grinding kiss. “Jesus Andy!” He fumbled the buttons on her blouse, tugged at the thin fabric. “Never done it here before. Done it everywhere else but here, baby. This is gonna be something you never forget.” She wasn’t wearing a front-clasp bra. She always wore that bra for him. He wrapped his arms around her, slipped the catch, slid his hands under the cups, squeezed her tits - hard. ...