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Much as he had every day for the past three months, Alexander awoke before Kate did. As he often mused, he couldn't remember the last time that he woke up with an alarm clock. It had been well over a decade, he felt. In reality, it was really just two years, when he had to wake at 3 AM to drive across the state for his cousin's wedding. But consistently, it has been seven years. Time flows strangely to the chronically fatigued. But instead of focusing on that, he merely rubbed his hands through his hair, turned around to look in the dim light, and saw Kate sleeping peacefully. As Alexander stood from the bed, Kate stirred and reached for his pillows, drawing them closer to her bare skin to replace the body she was resting against, and she fell still again, breathing deeply. Her hair a beautiful mess, as was usual.
He stepped away from the bed, away from the room's established rules, and out of their shared living space to once again stand at the window of the apartment and look out at the city morning skyline. He faced it and smiled. Early morning thoughts always crept slowly into his mind with their weirdness, like a slow drug that wrapped itself around him like a warm blanket. He looked back down the short, dark hallway towards the closed bedroom door and thought on the journal he re-started those few short months ago. The first new line "I was happy once, wasn't I?" wasn't something one might expect from a successful east coast artist. But since Kate had entered his life, it seemed to be slowly slipping away towards something old and familiar, yet exciting. He dressed himself in the clothes that were left on the living room floor and put on a light coat. Stepping outside, still unable to shake his long standing vaping habit, he sat on the cold metal of a chair he placed out there not long ago. Putting his feet on the guard rail in front of him, he looked out over the city.
After several minutes of quiet solitude, broken only by his breaths exhaling clouds, he quickly stood up and went back inside to that journal he had thought of. It had been weeks since he wrote in it and he grabbed it to open it to the most recent page. The cover was dated back from 2009 with an empty dash. He dated it and continued his personal reflection.
When I started writing this journal, it was supposed to be some kind of therapy. Something to keep track of my thoughts
, he wrote, with messy handwriting.
But did it do any good? I can remember my thoughts. If anything, I wrote it like it was a work that someday would be studied long after I had died and been forgotten. Maybe someone would care? Likely nobody would, but it was still something I worked diligently on. Then, not so much with the diligence. Then on and off again. Then just occasionally. So here we are. December. Kate Whitney has been living here for about 2 months now. I'm not sure I've mentioned her in here yet
. He flipped back to the previous page. It was before he even knew Kate existed, why was he kidding himself?
No, I have not. Well, she's the girl I've been seeing since the start of fall this year. And now, the first real snowfall of the winter, I finally bring her up. I think, I've finally got something real here, and she has even set the pace.
He set the pen down; distracted by the painting he was working on. It stood, several feet away from the window and a chair, a small light attached to the top. He was nearly done. Just another week should do it.
This is stupid, nobody cares about this. I finally taste what normal feels like again, and it's not bad at all. I'm glad she's here
. He summarized, almost chastising himself, closed the journal, feeling a subtle difference from before, and promising himself, yet again, that he wasn't going to waste his time with such foolishness again. He never saw the point of it, but he always felt like had put too much effort into it to just throw it away. He always put it away, in the drawer next to his recliner - it was just a matter of time and life circumstances.
He spent the next few hours on his TV, simply wasting time until the day started. It was an old ritual that now was more out of habit than anything else. Nobody else was up to talk to; he had nothing to do until at least sunrise, so he just played video games or watched random videos on YouTube. This morning it was all about sharks, for some reason. He had a fascination with the aquatic predators and their undersea grace and beauty. And this is where he was, lying down on a couch watching videos, where Kate found him three hours later.
"Did you know there's a shark that sits on the floor of the ocean and just waits for prey to come to it, then it snaps it up super quick? It's called a wobbegong. Or a wobbie." Alexander said as he sat up on the couch, hearing the footsteps come down the hallway.
She stared at him, a bit bleary eyed, fully naked, short hair a mess. She had recently cut it as she was tired of it always being everywhere. "Ok?" she said, not ready for his shenanigans this early in the morning. She turned into the kitchen to get a glass of water from the tap as Alexander walked up behind her, barefoot on the hardwood kitchen floor, and wrapped his arms around her. "Hi," she said, and smiled, pressing her body back against him. "Did you sleep ok?"
"About as well as usual. Tried writing this morning, don't really care for it still."
She turned to him, her nudity as comfortable as a warm blanket in the heat of their home. She was used to it in her Master's home. "It's supposed to help you when you're feeling weird," she put her arms around him, stroking his back and leaning into him again. "Are you feeling weird today?"
"Yea, but not in the usual way. Just getting used to you being here still I think. You weren't for a long time, you know," he said, referencing their private joke of the time before they met. He closed his eyes and stroked her back gently, lightly squeezing her butt and making them both smile at the familiar touches. He broke the hug several seconds later and pulled off his shirt, taking her hand and walking to the bathroom with her, barely hesitating as he stripped down to shower. "How about you? How did you sleep?"
"Terrible, Sir. I woke up and you were
gone
!" Kate answered dramatically as she knelt down on the shower mat to help him pull his sweatpants down. "I was all alooooone!" she droned on in her usual cute voice. Alexander reached out to turn the lights halfway up, just enough light for them to see each other. She continued to undress him with practiced ease, pulling his pants off his legs and then standing up. "But you're here now, so life is better now. Someday you need to wake me up with some nice snuggles, ok?"
Alexander smiled at that. "I'm not going to wake you up hours before you have to get up. I've been up for about three hours." He spoke quietly in the dim light, looking down at her smiling. Neither spoke about what they were doing; they had long become familiar with their particular rituals. He stepped out of his pants and they walked into the shower together, turning on the water. Alexander stood at the front, and blocked the stream with his hand until it had warmed up. Kate knew to hide behind him until the water was warm and he turned back to him.
Kate dropped down to her knees again and closed her eyes, leaning her head against his upper thigh, face very close to his soft, thick cock. She trusted him, a process that took weeks of learning, and listened to hear the squirt of the shampoo bottle and smiled at the feel of his fingers in her hair yet again. He stroked her scalp, washing the short hair as she turned her head this way and that, brushing against his body with every movement. Alexander couldn't stop smiling. It wasn't that this was a surprise in any sense of the word, far from it. But instead it was a familiar smile he had that crossed his face every time she gave herself to him.
Kate reached up to grab the bar of soap that was kept on a small shelf. Lathering it in her hands, still with her eyes closed she reached up and grasped Alexander's well-shaven cock, starting to wash him dutifully and carefully. Her heart fluttered a bit as she felt his pulse through his member, and she wished he would finish washing her hair so she could look up at it and watch it harden in her hands. "Sir, you can wake me anytime you need me. Please know that."
He leaned back, letting the water pour down onto her from above to rinse the soap out of her wet hair, her hands never leaving his cock and balls, stroking him to get it harder now in the shower. "I know, little one," he said smiling down at her. He rinsed off her hair and scraped the water from her face with his hand. "I know." She looked up at him now, water still falling on her face. She beamed with pride at his stiffening cock and leaned forward to rub her face against it, feeling it against her cheek and face as she lovingly worshiped it, rinsing the soap off of him.
Alexander did not instruct or even lay a hand on her head, she automatically leaned up, and began to use her wet hand and the water pouring down his body to rinse the soap off his shaft. Stroking it slowly, making sure not a single inch was neglected, she looked up at her Sir with love in her eyes. "Does my Sir want his little slut this morning?" She said the words softly, like a private whisper to him. The hardened shaft throbbed gently in her delicate hands as she continued to rinse it, although it became more and more like playing with every passing moment.
"Do you remember the first time you showered here?" He did not directly answer the question, but instead helped her rinse off his body by moving water down his chest and flowing over his cock onto her hands.
"Sir?" she asked, a touch thrown off by his question. She slowly stroked his cock now as she looked up at him. "I've showered here a lot."
"I was thinking about it this week actually," a soft moan escaped his lips as her fingers squeezed the head of his cock now. That sound was all it took for Kate. She exhaled stutteringly as she looked down from his eyes to his body, pulling her lips in to lick them and bite down slightly. "It was your first morning here."
She smiled again, leaning up just a little bit more and pursing her lips around the smooth head of his cock. She kept just the head in her lips, licking it lightly in small circles as she savored the taste of the cock she had grown to love. Water streamed down her face as she slowly closed her eyes, losing herself in her own little perfect world.
The rest of world did not exist in the dim bathroom on that early December morning between Alexander and Kate. She kissed, licked, and then gently sucked her man's cock, breaking only for small moments to catch her breath. Alexander could feel himself getting closer as the room filled with steam. She never failed to get him hard when she put her mind and her mouth towards that goal, and it wasn't long until his knees started to get weak. She moaned against his balls when his fingers wrapped into her hair and he started to pull. Her Sir's body was shaking, he was close - so she bobbed her head up and down his shaft; this was what she longed for. This moment was what she wanted more than anything right now. His fingers gripped her head strongly, like padded iron. And finally, his knees trembled harder and he pulled her head down further onto him. His cock slipped into her throat and she, proud of herself, gagged only at first. She looked up at him, trying to catch his eyes before his head tilted back. And in that briefest of moments, he erupted into her throat, feeding her his pent up cum. The shower, echoing with the sounds of water on tile, echoed her moans as she felt it spasm - the sound only drowned out by his passionate moans as she swallowed happily, silently begging for more. She had grown to love his taste, warm and gooey - a touch salty but mostly sweet - in her mouth and, she was sure she imagined this, but satisfying to her hunger in her belly.
After the illusion of several long minutes, she stood up and planted kisses on his warm chest, feeling his heavy breath. When she stood and her legs moved together, she felt the familiar feeling of slick thighs rubbing together and bit her bottom lip. She didn't say anything yet; she merely let the feeling of his cock in her mouth stay fresh in her mind as they held each other under the water. No words were spoken, but touches that spoke volumes were exchanged while Alexander let the water rinse off a night of sleep until, at long last the water was turned off and Kate confirmed her wetness had little to do with the water. As they drip dried in the steamy air, all she said was "Please, Sir," and he knew that his woman needed him. And this gave Alexander the sweetest of evil thoughts. "Go turn the lights off, slut."
Kate rushed from the shower and slapped the light switch, plunging the room into pitch darkness before realizing that she had no idea what he was thinking. Alexander waited several long torturous seconds before his voice cut the dark room. "Come back to the shower." He knew the bathroom like the back of his hand - she not quite as much. So he reached out to her and found her fumbling hand. He pulled her back onto the smooth tiles carefully and rapidly.
