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21 Mulberry Mews.

21 Mulberry Mews.

Looking down at my phone I reread her text. “Flat 2, 21 Mulberry Mews, New Cross. I left the key under the mat. My room is the last door on the top floor. I left you towels for a shower and the is veggie curry in the fridge. I will be home around 2, make yourself at home.”. Locking my phone just as the train pulls in to New Cross station. Heaving myself to my feet, I grab my bags and my folio case and make my way off the train.
It’s been a rough 72 hours and not having a place to come home to had made it all the harder. So, when you text offering a place to crash for a few days I jumped at the chance. It means I get to curl up in bed with one of the most handsome men in the world, warm and safe. Instead of on the sleeping on the sagging old sofa in the corner of my lonely cold studio, all on my own. Only I could leave myself without a place to stay between now and when my flat is ready to move back in to.

After trudging up the station steps and making in through the barrier with my bags and case, I am confronted with the cold, slushy paths of new cross and the 10-minute walk to your place. If its possible its colder than when I left. Trying to not shiver, I plod on and my mind wanders to the times I have ‘crashed’ at your place over the last few months. The have been the nights we have been out drinking and you insisted it would be safer for me to stay than walk home drunk. I decided I need to sober up and that the best way was to have crazy wild monkey sex. It did nothing to sober me up, but I got to come and then you cuddled me to sleep. The was the slow sensual screw after my break down over my finals and all the stress it brought with it. It started with a friendly back rub and a joint and ended with some very slow sweet loving! The have been countless other times and just thinking of any of them brings a warm feeling in my tummy and a blush to my check.

Before I know it I’m at the door of you shared house, 21 Mulberry mews. I locate the key under the mat and let myself in and make my way up the stairs and find your room. It is full of your masculine furniture, with a flare of colour that is your theatrical side. I dump my things on the floor, stipe of my damp clothing, grab a t-shirt out of your draw and the only pair of clean panties out of my bag. I shower quickly, heat the food left for me and put the plate in the dishwasher. Back in the safety of your room I turn on the bedside lamp, pull back the covers and climb in. the crumbled sheets and pillows small of you. That citrus scent with hints of sandalwood and little touch of something spicy. I snuggle down and within 5 minutes I am fast asleep, exhausted with hours of traveling and forced being sociable.

The next thing I know someone is leaning over me, tucking stray hair behind my ear and kissing me on the forbid. My eyes open to see you in the dim light crouched at the side of the bed smiling down at me. Without a word I scoot over in the bed making room for you to climb in next to me. turning the light off as you go, gathering in to your arms and cuddling me back to sleep.

I wake an hours later, spooned with my back flush against your front. I can feel your morning erection poking me in the bottom, and I deliberately wiggle a little as I stretch and yawn. You gasp a little and then stammer out an apology for it.
“why are you sorry?” I say in a fake coy manner “it’s flattering, and I like it” I add, giggling and wriggling a little against your hardness. This seems to be too much for you, as you pull me harder against you, biting my neck and practically tearing my clothes from my body. My hand rid you of your boxers in record time and the next thing I know you flip me on my back, pinning me to the bed with your weight. You don’t wait for me to come to my sense, instead you capture my lips in a demanding kiss and impale me on your cock. this is not the wild animal sex of a drunk night out, but nor is it the soft slow fucking. It’s hard and fast, it drags me along with it. It makes me moan and I feel the tension build in the pit of my stomach. I feel your muscles tighten, signalling that your close, but you want me to come with you, so you’re back biting my neck hard and grouping at my breast with enough force for me to know you will have left a mark, that will last days. Then the tension breaks and sweeps us both off to some bliss filled ecstasy.
Moments later, when we both come back down of our shared high. we are cuddle back up together and drifting off to sleep I hear you say something that brings me back to my senses like a shot. “you want us to be a proper couple?” turning in your arms to look at you, I see you looking unsure, but your nodding.

Thrilled, excited and happier than I could ever thought I nod back at you. Knowing that being with you on a more of a proper footing is what I have want for so long, but not know how to ask for it. Kissing me on the nose, you declare it’s a deal! Then you decided it’s time to snuggle back to sleep again, so you can wake me up again in the same way!

For my Kitten, love you always.

Pixie x

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5 thoughts on “21 Mulberry Mews.”

  1. Lovely sexy story Pixie. I really like the way you draw the reader in with your descriptions of daily life. The sex seems just so natural and not forced. And you describe affection so well. xx

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