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favorite team, the Cowboys play. Incidentally they were playing tonight, but yet to his credit Andy hadn’t said a word about it.
She got them a pretty good high-top table where he could get his gridiron God fix.
“You do not need to do this,” he said, giving her a kiss after he spoke, “I can totally miss the game. Being with you is so much more important to me right now.”
“Well,” she said as she motioned for the barkeep to grab them a pair of beers, “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. And giving what you need makes me happy. More than you will ever know.”
The beers—actually the barkeep had brought a bucket over—arrived and Ann took out two and handed one to Andy after twisting off the cap.
“Here is to us,” Ann said, clinking the longneck of her bottle against Andy’s.
“No,” he said with one eye cocked to the side to watch Tony Romo fumble yet another snap from center, “Here is to you.” Their bottle clinked again and both took a healthy swig.
“You know,” she said, continuing, “This is more our style. As much as I adore and enjoy the fancy dinners, the private concerts with champagne service, this is what I love most. I like just hanging out relaxing with you with a few beers.”
“If I had known that a few months ago,” he said with a devilish gleam in his eye, “I could have saved a ton of money and just gotten us a room at the Motel 6 by the nearest Hooters.”
“Oh no,” she replied, now almost choking on her beer in her mirth, “That would most definitely not been in order. This is a trip we’ll never forget.” She took another pull from her bottle. “Plus the sex is way hotter aboard a ship I’ve learned.”
“And tomorrow is that private island,” he said. “Gives me more than a few ideas.”
She let him focus on the game, for which she only had a slight interest. Instead she let her mind wander to tomorrow’s visit to the island and the rest of their trip. Then back to their home and checking out their wedding larder.
It was hard not to get carried away with all of the excitement of this new life together with all of the fun benchmarks and other important events she and Andy would be sharing together. She tried to restrain herself and keep her focus but after a few minutes of frustration she decided it was okay to let loose.
The path of a newlywed on the start of a great adventure with her new husband was a path that she didn’t plan on treading down again. It was fine for her to get crazy and enjoy herself without worrying about the consequences for now.
She replaced her empty bottle in the bucket and grabbed another, enjoying the crisp sound as she twisted the cap off. She grabbed another and passed it over to Andy.
“Let’s enjoy tonight,” she said, “And tomorrow in the morning.”
He smiled and kissed her, leaving a faint taste of cool beer. She squeezed his leg and smiled.
Sometimes heaven is easy to achieve.
***
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Mercy Fuck
by
Bernice Jacobs
Mercy spent countless hours combing her tangled hair. She didn't do it because she enjoyed it, she felt like she needed to, like a surgeon sewing a cut, or a dermatologist erasing a scar.
For Mercy, maintaining her appearance was a societal requirement for a woman, especially for young professional women like herself. Despite this, she reluctantly carried out the process of beautifying herself with a sense of duty over any feeling of delight, like a prison guard carrying out an execution.
No matter how nice her newly applied gelled manicured nails looked, Mercy equated her life to that of a prisoners'. She felt like a slave to all the ridiculous demands burdening her delicate shoulders and tiring her well
She got them a pretty good high-top table where he could get his gridiron God fix.
“You do not need to do this,” he said, giving her a kiss after he spoke, “I can totally miss the game. Being with you is so much more important to me right now.”
“Well,” she said as she motioned for the barkeep to grab them a pair of beers, “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. And giving what you need makes me happy. More than you will ever know.”
The beers—actually the barkeep had brought a bucket over—arrived and Ann took out two and handed one to Andy after twisting off the cap.
“Here is to us,” Ann said, clinking the longneck of her bottle against Andy’s.
“No,” he said with one eye cocked to the side to watch Tony Romo fumble yet another snap from center, “Here is to you.” Their bottle clinked again and both took a healthy swig.
“You know,” she said, continuing, “This is more our style. As much as I adore and enjoy the fancy dinners, the private concerts with champagne service, this is what I love most. I like just hanging out relaxing with you with a few beers.”
“If I had known that a few months ago,” he said with a devilish gleam in his eye, “I could have saved a ton of money and just gotten us a room at the Motel 6 by the nearest Hooters.”
“Oh no,” she replied, now almost choking on her beer in her mirth, “That would most definitely not been in order. This is a trip we’ll never forget.” She took another pull from her bottle. “Plus the sex is way hotter aboard a ship I’ve learned.”
“And tomorrow is that private island,” he said. “Gives me more than a few ideas.”
She let him focus on the game, for which she only had a slight interest. Instead she let her mind wander to tomorrow’s visit to the island and the rest of their trip. Then back to their home and checking out their wedding larder.
It was hard not to get carried away with all of the excitement of this new life together with all of the fun benchmarks and other important events she and Andy would be sharing together. She tried to restrain herself and keep her focus but after a few minutes of frustration she decided it was okay to let loose.
The path of a newlywed on the start of a great adventure with her new husband was a path that she didn’t plan on treading down again. It was fine for her to get crazy and enjoy herself without worrying about the consequences for now.
She replaced her empty bottle in the bucket and grabbed another, enjoying the crisp sound as she twisted the cap off. She grabbed another and passed it over to Andy.
“Let’s enjoy tonight,” she said, “And tomorrow in the morning.”
He smiled and kissed her, leaving a faint taste of cool beer. She squeezed his leg and smiled.
Sometimes heaven is easy to achieve.
***
[Hope you liked the story and don't forget your 8 complimentary books, which you may find a download link to on the last page of this collection, just after the 11th story ends. Now, on to the next story!]
Mercy Fuck
by
Bernice Jacobs
Mercy spent countless hours combing her tangled hair. She didn't do it because she enjoyed it, she felt like she needed to, like a surgeon sewing a cut, or a dermatologist erasing a scar.
For Mercy, maintaining her appearance was a societal requirement for a woman, especially for young professional women like herself. Despite this, she reluctantly carried out the process of beautifying herself with a sense of duty over any feeling of delight, like a prison guard carrying out an execution.
No matter how nice her newly applied gelled manicured nails looked, Mercy equated her life to that of a prisoners'. She felt like a slave to all the ridiculous demands burdening her delicate shoulders and tiring her well
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