Ok people here we go again! This is a work of fiction forgive any basic errors. Constructive criticism is appreciated, feel free to leave any comment it doesn't mean I have to read it though. This space is where I usually make a funny comment that will only make me giggle to myself about either things that my imaginary readers can do or etc. I've elected to do a bit more than that. There are a few who are kind enough to leave me nice comments, shocking! And I've read that apparently my writing is "Well written and well thought out". Thank you, the unexpected compliment warms my innards in a non-sexual way, though I'm gonna take a wild guess and say everyone just wants the Fap material I put out so let's get back to good old Jonathon and Susan mucking about! Yay for mucking about!
Jonathon awoke fifteen minutes later than he normally did in the morning, his eyes springing open and focusing on the ceiling. He was still tired, that's what happened when he had two bouts of great sex in one night. He smirked as he thought about the night before and felt Susan's warm body cuddled to his side like an electric blanket warming him perfectly toasty beneath his comforter. He sighed as he realized he actually did have to get moving or he was going to be late for work.
He rolled out of bed and stood slowly without looking back at Susan. As a 26 year old male with a beautiful woman in his bed he could fuck and abuse in any way he wanted, he didn't trust himself not to wake her up screaming in pain. Then licking the pain away and making her cum so hard she screamed again. He squelched his resilient libido with a cold act of will, blaming his raging erection on morning wood and not on his dirty thoughts.
He fell into a well-practiced and easy routine, bathroom, piss, shower, dress, and leave. He left Susan behind since she had earned some sleep after last night. He eventually found himself showered and standing in front of his closet. One side had all of his clothes and belongings. Everything was perfectly organized. Each shelf on one side was filled with meticulously folded clothes for specific occasions. His pants and jackets hung on the other half of the closet where the shelves ended gave just enough space for him to hang them after he washed and ironed them. Everything he owned was functional, well taken care of, and stored to his exacting standards.
The other side was the one that made him pause. A twin of the first closet, it was completely empty. It always made him pause in thought as he looked at it and realized that he was a young adult who had never had a normal relationship in his life. He always prepared for two, but never had a second he was willing to share himself with. He shook his head vigorously and his longish auburn hair whipped back and forth as he forced his mind to a controlled blank that let him live through anything.
He pulled his closet open exactly how he did every morning and pulled one of his red work shirts from the stack of them. He didn't have to look as he pulled a specific pair of jeans off their hanger and stepped into them. He pulled them on in one smooth motion and snapped them together before pulling up the zipper. No, he didn't like underwear. He had never gotten used to the clingy, constrictive fabric and when he was old enough to dress himself he never wore them again. He pulled on one of the three leather riding jackets he owned, relaxing a bit as the familiar weight fell on his shoulders.
He shut the closet door silently and looked at Susan who was still sound asleep in his bed but had squirmed her way into the middle where he had been sleeping a few minutes ago. The sight made one corner of his lips turn up a little. He walked over and kissed her forehead lightly, patting her head as he made sure everything of hers was laid out on the end table next to her the note he had written last night with her instructions laid over her phone. She groaned and turned toward his hand nuzzling it lightly which made him feel a bit warmer inside.
He turned and slipped out of the house, pulling a set of keys from the hook next to the garage door before he sat on his bike and fastened his helmet. His overly nosy female neighbor, Martha, wandered over while he was backing out of his driveway on the bike. He could guess she was going to complain about the noise he and Susan had made, and in his honest opinion, zero fucks were given. Martha opened her mouth only to be shot down after he turned the key in the bike's engine and kicked it to life with a loud roar. He checked his gauges and once happy he looked at Martha again and put one finger to where his lips would be under his helmet, telling Martha without words to keep quiet. She already knew that he didn't care what she thought he did or what she thought of him. She was to stay out of his business and he wouldn't get into hers.
He looked away from Martha and to the road, riding away without dealing with the narrow minded woman. All he could really think about was the day he had laid out for Susan. That got a full-fledged smile out of him, a rare thing from him that was becoming more and more common.