This is an erotic literature written by me, Keziahhoots. I have no idea how this is going to play out, so I guess you'll just have to wait and find out.
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After an exhausting day out, Viktor and I came home with an entire wardrobe just for him. Shoes, clothes, accessories and a haircut. I remembered everything.
"Charlotte, I'm hungry."
'Well, almost everything,' I thought as my stomach also protested. "Take your bags in the bedroom while I order something for us."
Viktor obediently took the shopping bags, four at a time, into the bedroom and sat next to me after he was done.
I finished the order and headed to the bathroom for a shower. "Just wait in here until I finish. I'll be out before the food comes."
I undressed and stepped into the hot, steamy shower. Five minutes under the water, I thought I heard something. 'Viktor's probably looking for something to eat,' I thought, disregarding the noise.
I stood under the shower head, thinking, when I felt two arms wrap around my waist, and a kiss was planted at the base of my neck.
It wasn't my lack of modesty or surprise that stopped me from screaming or resisting his caress, but my delight that he came just as I began to think about him. I did have one question though: "What are you doing, Viktor?"
"I don't know. I just wanted to try it."
Completely astonished by his statement, I tilted my head back. "What else did you want to try?"
One of his hands traveled upwards and cupped my breasts and the other went south and slowly massaged the button between my lower lips.
My knees buckled and I stepped away from him. "Okay," I said breathlessly. I turned around and met his low-lidded gaze. "You can't do that right now, okay?"
He nodded and pulled my soaked body against his own until we touched everywhere. His groin pressing against my lower stomach.
"A-are you hungry," I asked pushing him back slightly. I turned off the water and quickly stepped out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around myself, I put my glasses on, and ran out of the bathroom.
At that exact moment, the doorbell rang. "Pizza!"
"Shit," I mumbled as I ran into the room and threw on my undergarments and pajamas. In less than two minutes I answered the door with a fist full of rumpled cash. I paid for, and took, the two boxes of pizza.
After I wished the man a good night and locked the door, I turned around to find Viktor silently standing a few feet away, completely naked once again.