There is only one problem with marrying for money, he might come with a side of crawfish in his pants, and for the peoeple reading that didnt get it, i meant he has a small ass dick, the only satisfaction i get is doing laundry in the middle of the night, just so i can sit on top of the washing machine, plus thats the only time i can do anything for myself, cause i tell the maid in charge to go to bed so i can handle it.
i was out with my girls all night last night and got in by 2am, micheal woke me up talking about some plumber coming later today, i nodded after pretending to hear a word he said, a kiss on my forehead and him and his little weiner went off to work.
i picked up myself from my bed and notified all the staff to leave the house for the day, they were all hesitant at first so i told them ill still pay for the day, they lit up like cresent square on christmas morning, and they all got out.
i went back to bed and 3 hours later was awoken by the persistent ringing of the door, i groggily stumbled my way to the door, forgetting about my appearance, a soft cotton singlet pyjamas top and pink panties, a pair of mismatched socks, and my hair looked like birds live in it, my best description?, Anna’s bed head in frozen 1
i opened the door and there stood a guy in blue overalls, he stood tall about 6, 1 with aruggedly handsome face, chisled from years of hard work, his piercing honey broen eyes sparkled with a sense of warmth, his dark messy hair, forced down in his dirty cap, his hands looked strong and calloused with a few scars and scratches, despite his rough exterior a smile plastered on his face, well his face brimmed with amusement atthe moment, i was wondering why until, i saw myself on the reflexion of the window.
“shit”i yelped before shutting the door.
i ran up to my bathroom, and threw off my clothes and hopped into the shower, letting the water drench me from my hair to my toes, i softening my hair and took off my mind from the person i left outside , i got out and and towel dried my hair and body,, my natural curls looked way better than what i saw earlier, i put on a big shirt and shorts.
hurried back down and opened up the door to see him still standing there.
“you left me out here to take a shower?” he asked with a brow raised
i chuckled nervously, and scratched my head” what? shower? nope, just sprayed some water on my hair”
he rolled his eyes”may i come in”?
i stepped back let him come through, i followed behind a little embarrased, i took him to kitchen showing him the busted pipes.
he took a look and nodded satisfactory,”i can handle this , it will take 10 minutes top” i nodded and sat on the kitchen table, and lit a smoke.
he laid under and begun fixing the pipes, i couldnt stop myself from trying to make out his size from his overalls.
i need real sex.. not a cause to sit on the laundry machine tonight.
i bit my lips, how do i get him to do this?
“are you married miss?”
He slid out from under and asked,”i am.. why do you ask?”
“you just seem pretty young and pretty lonely too”
“is it that obvious?” taken aback by his spot on obverservation.
“yeah.. one more thing..”
“sure go on”
“do you need me to fix anything else?”he walked up to me, standing toe to toe with me, his height towering over me
i became so thirsty.. and mylips dried up almost immediately