Troy McNaughtonPoints of Passion--Part Four
October 18th 2007 01:15
Points of Passion
We last saw Cade, manly homeowner from Kellyville, leave the materialistic Riana and succumb to the hedonistic appeal of the sultry vixen HOOTER. But can bohemian life in a rented Camperdown terrace match the homely charms of an expensively furnished McMansion? The saga continues…
Part Four
As the morning sunlight filtered through the dirty curtains of HOOTER’s rented inner-west love nest, Cade awoke between Hooter’s sweat-stained sheets with a feeling of undefined discontent. After several minutes of staring at HOOTER’s cobwebbed ceiling, Cade identified the feeling as nostalgia. Nostalgia for the cleanliness of the home Riana kept at Kellyville, nostalgia for Saturday mornings of leisurely paging through Telstra Visa Rewards catalogues, nostalgia for Saturday afternoons spent redeeming vouchers at Myer Grace Brothers.
Cade sighed as he remembered Riana bringing him breakfast in bed –orange juice freshly squeezed from the state-of-the art Moulinex juice extractor bought with Westpac Altitude points; toast toasted in the swish Breville CT40 Retro toaster purchased with Bank of Queensland Sunshine reward points; scrambled eggs eaten with the elegant 24-piece Boston cutlery set they’d got with their Telstra Visa points. Cade drifted back into a half-sleep, dreamily thinking points….vouchers….points….vou chers.
Cade’s discontent crystallised into dread as HOOTER, stirring in her sleep, executed a resounding fart. She’d wake up soon, Cade thought, as a sulphurous smell filled the room and his cojones shrivelled in anticipation of yet another round of kinky HOOTERSEX. Cade thought about getting out of bed and hiding HOOTER’s riding crop, but it was too late. Hooter stretched, opened her eyes, and fixed her beady blues on him. “How’s my little love slave this morning,” Hooter cooed tenderly, but Cade wasn’t fooled. There was nothing tender about HOOTER. HOOTER was a sexual TIGRESS!
Cade frantically searched his mind for an excuse. “Um, Mistress HOOTER, why don’t I mosey on down to the kitchen and fix us a nice breakfast?” Cade said brightly, forcing a smile.
HOOTER threw back the covers, exposing a dizzying expanse of HOOTERFLESH. Cade, despite himself, felt his sexual cowardice turn to throbbing passion.
“NO BREAKFAST BEFORE YOU’VE SATISFIED ME!” HOOTER shouted, reaching for her riding crop. “Your purpose in life is to SERVE YOUR MISTRESS! Now drop to your knees and GIVE ME TWENTY!”
Cade shuddered. He knew it wasn’t twenty push-ups that HOOTER was after.
To be continued….
We last saw Cade, manly homeowner from Kellyville, leave the materialistic Riana and succumb to the hedonistic appeal of the sultry vixen HOOTER. But can bohemian life in a rented Camperdown terrace match the homely charms of an expensively furnished McMansion? The saga continues…
Part Four
As the morning sunlight filtered through the dirty curtains of HOOTER’s rented inner-west love nest, Cade awoke between Hooter’s sweat-stained sheets with a feeling of undefined discontent. After several minutes of staring at HOOTER’s cobwebbed ceiling, Cade identified the feeling as nostalgia. Nostalgia for the cleanliness of the home Riana kept at Kellyville, nostalgia for Saturday mornings of leisurely paging through Telstra Visa Rewards catalogues, nostalgia for Saturday afternoons spent redeeming vouchers at Myer Grace Brothers.
Cade sighed as he remembered Riana bringing him breakfast in bed –orange juice freshly squeezed from the state-of-the art Moulinex juice extractor bought with Westpac Altitude points; toast toasted in the swish Breville CT40 Retro toaster purchased with Bank of Queensland Sunshine reward points; scrambled eggs eaten with the elegant 24-piece Boston cutlery set they’d got with their Telstra Visa points. Cade drifted back into a half-sleep, dreamily thinking points….vouchers….points….vou chers.
Cade’s discontent crystallised into dread as HOOTER, stirring in her sleep, executed a resounding fart. She’d wake up soon, Cade thought, as a sulphurous smell filled the room and his cojones shrivelled in anticipation of yet another round of kinky HOOTERSEX. Cade thought about getting out of bed and hiding HOOTER’s riding crop, but it was too late. Hooter stretched, opened her eyes, and fixed her beady blues on him. “How’s my little love slave this morning,” Hooter cooed tenderly, but Cade wasn’t fooled. There was nothing tender about HOOTER. HOOTER was a sexual TIGRESS!
Cade frantically searched his mind for an excuse. “Um, Mistress HOOTER, why don’t I mosey on down to the kitchen and fix us a nice breakfast?” Cade said brightly, forcing a smile.
HOOTER threw back the covers, exposing a dizzying expanse of HOOTERFLESH. Cade, despite himself, felt his sexual cowardice turn to throbbing passion.
“NO BREAKFAST BEFORE YOU’VE SATISFIED ME!” HOOTER shouted, reaching for her riding crop. “Your purpose in life is to SERVE YOUR MISTRESS! Now drop to your knees and GIVE ME TWENTY!”
Cade shuddered. He knew it wasn’t twenty push-ups that HOOTER was after.
To be continued….
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