Jamie felt like she was being watched. This was her first assignment at the iron ore mine, and Jamie had an uneasy feeling since she pulled up. An intense need to be on guard came over her pulling up. She should have never stopped and listened to the idiots in the break room at the table talk about this place. She knew they had done it on purpose. She acted like she wasn't fazed by their tells of creepy things and shadow people at the mine. She couldn't help but sit and listen. She listened to one guy give detail about how, when he was there, he would see someone standing next to the shack one second. Then a minute later, they would be on the road in the distance. He went on, and on about every time he was there, he felt like he wasn't welcome. Several of the men at the table shook their heads in agreement.
The longing I feel for her is palpable. We are only a few feet away and I ache to touch her. A heated argument a few days ago has us in the middle of a cold war in our own home. The once summer warm bright love-filled home is now a cold abyss filled with hurt, pain, and unending longing. It is private hell for any couple. I have always found the fact true for a couple could sit in the same room, sleep in the same bed, and deny themselves each other.
As I sit here, staring at the blinking cursor on my screen, trying to write anything that sounds interesting, I hear a soft purring noise of my lover behind me, a sound I was all too familiar with. I look to see Andrea turn and reposition herself in her sleep. As she moves the sheets slips off and exposes her breast. The light seeps through the blinds and hits her just right. As if to highlight the glory and elation I feel when I see them. My mouth instantly waters. I want to roll my tongue around her nipple, nibble and suck on them until they become hard like Hershey’s kisses.
"Yes, daddy," she moaned, "Yes, baby just like that."
Princess Chanel pulls away from her mother as they get further down the hall. She can’t believe that her mother is being so physical with her. She stands there in front of her mother staring at her in disbelief, and her mother is staring at her the same way.