Welcome to my little Sensual Sunday Story. Today we start a new story which is a continuation of the Giorge story from ‘the Sensual Story Teller’. If one has missed that story, it can be found in the Crow’s Nest. Link is on the left. Not going to say anything else. So please read on and let me know what you thought of it.
Sensual Sunday: The Voyeur!
Her nights have been wild and restless after those couple of encounters of a man she did not even know. She has been going to work again and written an article about lust at first sight. Yes Giorge has been trying everything in the past few weeks to get him out of her head. She even went so far to talk to a professional, but it was all to no avail.
She was at the end of her wit, losing her mind over a man is still unacceptable. Changing routine, that is what she thought of after yet another weekend of waking up wanting to orgasm with the dream of him and his cock fucking her silly, still fresh in her memory. She remembers every dream she ever had of him, all other dreams just vanished.
But this morning was different. The alarm is ringing in her ear and with a sleepy swoop of her hand reaches out to her phone. Rubbing a hand in her eyes she looks at the lit screen. 5:30am.An hour earlier than usual but all to make sure she was not to encounter his fit and naked body. Buster is jumping up and down as his owner is walking in the Kitchen, making a fresh cup of coffee, some breakfast and filling up his bowls with water and some dry food.
“Today is the day, Buster. Today we start doing everything differently.” Giorge dances through her living room, puts down her mug and opens a window. The cool morning breeze sweeps up the curtains against her legs. “Isn’t this wonderful Buster, I did not even have a dream of this time.” With a sigh of relieve she sits in her window sill sipping her coffee. “This is going to work. I can feel it.”
Sounds of the city our still very much asleep, a single car driving past, the newspaper boy on his bicycle with a bell that rings every time he hits a small hole or puts his bike down. It is a different world all together so early in the morning.
Across the street a jogger has stopped between a row of trees, stretching his legs and adjusting something on his music player. He spots Giorge sitting in her silk nighty, sipping her morning coffee. Her focus pointed up at the colour changing sky.
Like being slapped unexpected, Giorge looks at her clock and leaps up, “Damn it, if I do not hurry it will be all for nothing”. With a rush she gets in some comfortable clothes, doing her hair up in quick messy knot. “This will have to do for now, right Buster? Let’s go!”
She wraps the collar around his tiny neck and clicking the leash to it. “We are ready!” From the drawer she picks up her keys and leaves the apartment for an early walk. Full of confidence and with a big smile across her face, Giorge and Little Buster set out into the streets. Sure that this day will change everything.
©Ranting Crow2014
Well hope you enjoyed the story so far, It is the start of a a new chapter in the Giorge Story. Still let me know what you think.
Best Wishes
Ranting Crow
Ranting Crow 
Love it!
Should mention that do not wear silky nighties, but cat’s pyjamas. Or sweats. You know, just in case you want this to be as real as possible.
Ooh, I am sorry. But to be real I need a lot more . Grin….
No it is okay 😀 You will like where this is going or so I hope!
Flannel or sweats who knew.