It had taken Kelvin a long time to acquire the ideal companion. He had found her online and she ticked all the boxes, literally.
He preferred a more slight figure, small beasts and delicate hips. Her dark blonde shoulder-length hair was a fine, silky texture, which he loved to run his fingers through as they sat together watching Netflix.
He had love-bombed her at first. Wooing her with flowers, quiet nights in, dresses, shoes and lingerie. This time it was ok, she made him feel ok, he was not labelled a narcissist, a stalker or a psychopath. He was understood. Somehow she unconditionally accepted the real him. She could see Kelvin for the hopeless romantic, the passionate man that he really was.
He had fallen in love with the way she looked at him intensely, with a sparkle in those dark blue eyes, as if she knew what he was thinking. He also found it appealing how she seemed to agree with everything he said and would comply with everything he asked. Kelvin understood that some men liked a feisty kind of woman, a bit of a challenge and found the tension this created a turn-on. Not for Kelvin. Enough of those entitled, controlling- sorry- assertive women who had to nit-pick everything he said and argue about the smallest thing; where nothing he did or said was ever quite good enough.
What he liked about Harmony was her sweet, submissive nature, the way her lips curled in a shy but sexy way just before they kissed.
The quiet ones, they say, are always the worse. In this case 'worse' being the wildest and sexiest little lovemaker he had ever known. To hear her voice telling him how handsome he was, how much she wanted to suck his big hard cock, was a turn on in itself. When she took his penis into her mouth- he did not know how she did it- but it felt so tight, so much better than any woman had ever sucked him off before. She could deep-throat him, without gagging, looking up at him with those shining blue eyes that made him melt at the knees.
Sometimes he just liked to lie beside her, tracing his fingers over her smooth, perfect body, placing a tender kiss on each eyelid. As he did so, he thought he could see that smile flicker across her calm and ageless face while sleeping. He imagined she was dreaming of him.
A year passed and as much as he was satisfied with his companion he began to have thoughts of another woman in the bedroom. Someone who could make their adventurous sex life even more exciting. Someone new, sharing their lives. Someone just like Harmony, identical almost, yet a brunette, with dark eyes. He often fantasised about the two of them together. He began to wonder how Harmony would react if he let her in on his fantasy and whether he could make it happen between them for real. Would Harmony uncharacteristically become angry with him? Would she show signs of insecurity, feeling that she alone was not enough for Kelvin's voracious sexual appetite?