Welcome to the Sensual Sunday Story time, the moment we heat up the Sunday with a little spice. But this time I want your help as well. I want you to tell me in a comment what you would like a story about. A setting or just a keyword, that I will than transform in a Sensual Story for you to read one Sunday. Are you in? If nobody applies I will just tell one of my own. But without further ado, let me start with the introduction of, hopefully someone’s idea of a story next week.
Sensual Story Teller, The Opening.
The Friday work day is finally over, time to spend the weekend with my lady. The thought of a night over town with her gives me renewed energy as I put the final folder away in the drawer. Life as an office employee isn’t funny anymore, day in, day out the same old boring faces. Let alone have some fun with co-workers, none have a sense of humour and being the only man doesn’t work for me either. Humourless old hags or so I think of them.
With a swift swoop I draw a magazine from my drawer and put it away in my bag. Throwing the strap over my shoulder I turn of the monitor an walk out the building. Waving and saying good bye to the ladies and the security officer at the front door.
“See you on Monday Joe and thanks for the mag, it got me through another week at the office”
-“Got this week’s mag waiting for your eager eyes Walter, have a great weekend and say hi to the misses”
“I will buddy” I wave one final time and walk out the large glass doors, It is a one block walk and 10 minutes in a train to get to the out skirts of our city. ‘Home at last’ I sigh as I put the key in the front door. Never expecting what happened next, I entered as I always do.
“Hey baby… I am” I turn around and see an angry face staring at me.
-“Don’t you dare honey me Walter Hondock” with her arms crossed in front of her she takes a seat.
Unaware of what is going on I put down my bag and walk up to the middle of the room. She must be very pissed to use my whole name. “What… Uhm what is going on sweetheart? I do not understand what you are on about.”
“Right now I am not your sweetheart. And I will tell you what is going on. I found them. Okay”
-“You found what kitten?” It is still a mystery as to what is going on here but I am too afraid to even take a seat right now.
‘I am talking about YOUR PORN magazines, Walter. That is what I am talking about. I found your dirty little magazines with the naked women. Is this body not good enough for you anymore, need another bitch’s tits to get you hard?” The tears are welling up in her eyes. She truly is upset over this.
I take a deep breath and find some courage to tell her the truth. “Baby…”
-“No you don’t you prick”
“Sorry Greta, please let me explain. I get that magazine every Monday from Joe..”
-“You mean Joe from Esther, he buys them?”
“Yes he buys them, now please listen. Not sure why he does but he gives them to me on Monday so I can read the stories that are written in them every day. You know how boring my office is”
-“Do you not have a better excuse than READING the stories, Walter. You think I would believe that?”
“Tell you what babes…, Greta, how about we have a bath and go to bed early and I will read you a story tonight.” I clap my hands together and put on my most charming smile in the hope I can persuade her to go along with it.
-“It has been a long time since you done that, I like to see a magazine and your so called stories, you are on buster in the living room.”
So lets us see what you can come up with, to have me tell a story about. Hope you enjoyed this weeks opening story.