Cupid Knows Best by Garcia S.A

Author:Garcia, S.A. [Garcia, S.A.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2012-10-21T04:00:00+00:00

The Matchmaker’s

Divine Dinner

AFTER hauling myself from our magnificent old bathtub, I dried off my body and padded into our messy bedroom. This past week my tidy Marcel had been too busy planning, plotting, and studying to keep my rampant sloppiness at bay. Today he immersed himself in cooking clever eats for our special dinner party.

Brr, damn, I needed to turn up the heat. The big old side window never properly halted the insistent city drafts from invading our bedroom, but I loved the old blown glass panes. Each tiny bubble told me a grand life story. They represented happy moments in time blossoming in this room. A cherished birth, a sensational orgasm felt round the world, a soft kiss healing all wounds—hell, a few of our insane thrashings had added a bubble or two to the matrix. Nothing unhappy dwelled there. The Martin vs. Carl boxing matches had never received a precious bubble, but I’d like to think our initial pairing had created a special shape. Sad how our relationship had shattered so soon.

I had no desire to replace the old warhorse, even if I could have a custom one built to mimic the aged window. The landlord would approve my request.

For now my memory window needed to remain and record future happiness. I hoped the glass documented Marcel and me for long, blissful years.

What a sentimental freak. Too fuckin’ bad, just call me Artsy-Fartsy Man. Hell, what would his superhero costume look like? Ha. No, thanks, I didn’t appreciate snug Lycra. The material seemed too damned revealing.

I rubbed my wet hair sitting on my shoulders. Did I need a trim? Why bother in the winter? The messy mop protected my neck from winter drafts.

What scent wafted into the bedroom? My curious nostrils sprang into high alert. Yum, whatever magic Marcel was creating in the kitchen smelled divine. He wanted to keep me chubby. Two nights ago, after my flexible suspect had almost flung me around the moon and back, Marcel asked about purchasing expensive ingredients for the feast. Marcel wanted to show off his skills for our two guests. Hell, my suspect didn’t need to use sexual favors as bribes. His talent deserved to run wild.

Yikes! My cock huddled in chilled agony and requested a warmer climate. After pulling on my brand-new thong, which I still didn’t quite believe, I took a long peek in the mirror. Marcel ranked the thong as the most comfortable underwear he had ever worn. I succumbed to his badgering and let him buy me one. Amazing how the skimpy frontage made me look indecent. My ass felt neglected, but wearing the silk created a sexy sensation, similar to starring in an epic hot stud porno film. Someone could drop to their knees and use their pearly whites to peel off the thin material. Nice. I bet Marcel intended to perform the act sooner than later.

I shot a proud smile at my reflection. Good, I appeared less chunky. After last Saturday night’s Hindy ribbing, I devoted myself to one hundred grueling sit-ups in the morning and evening.

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