Heather Grosse
Stories (1/0)
My ex lover
The autumn air was crisp, much like the pain he felt from his darling wife earlier that day when she slapped him across the face. He hadn’t meant to upset her, it was just that she shouldn't have come home so early. That wasn’t the plan. The plan was for her to come home on Thursday. It was only Tuesday. That's what happens when you mess with the plan. Things go bad quickly. I still remember the shocked look upon her face, when she walked in on me and her father. She knew I was always fond of him, I guess she just didn’t realize how much. I didn’t want her to find out of course, but I couldn't hold in my desire any longer. It was killing me. How could I spend the rest of my days married to his daughter, and never be able to feel his touch on my skin, never be able to kiss his tender lips, never be able to feel him inside me, exploding with pleasure. Damn her mother. If only she hadn’t gotten sick. You know, it’s always got to be about her doesn’t it? She always has to have her way, no matter what the circumstances are. She never liked me, she never cared about me the way that he did, my most dearest Laurence.
By Heather Grosse4 years ago in Horror