WS: Chronicles of a Nympho [Ep 6]

 

Chronicles of a Nympho

Continued from: Chronicles of a Nympho [Ep 5]

The next morning I wake up to the sweet aroma of fresh pancakes and my nose wrinkles in glee, I rub my naked body on the smooth sheets and reach for a pillow at the head of the bed as I settle in more comfortably. Ohh… How I love this feeling, sleeping in on a Saturday morning, I tug the covers over my head as I start to absently re-live the events of the night…Hmmm…

OMG! OMG!

I open my eyes as I jump out of bed, with the covers falling to my waist, I look around the room and the events of the past evening comes flooding back. I had sex with Rex, after my vow never to open that chapter, I went back on my word and I had sex with him. I place my two hands on my face and my head falls. My nose immediately registers the sweet aroma again… Who is making breakfast? Rex is cooking…? The fresh smell of pancakes and bacon assaults my sens

And I can’t help it as I smile and throw back the covers.

I head to the bathroom as I run warm water in the sink and proceed to brush my teeth, how did we end up here? From the heated argument to wild passionate love making, I rinse out my mouth and head to my wardrobe as I tie a robe around my naked body. I head down the stairs and the sight before me stops me, well… He is a beautiful man, no doubt. But seeing him like this, it honestly does funny things to my stomach. I smile…

He is whipping eggs in a bowl, shirtless and he has some flour on his cheek. I silently move into the kitchen as I wrap my hands around his waist, he doesn’t jolt, like he was expecting me. I slide my hands into his briefs and I feel his length and stroke it back and forth. Such a strong man, I smile wickedly. He turns around and lifts me on the counter and savages my mouth with his tongue, my body immediately starts to respond. I feel like he is about to take me on the counter, I welcome it, but immediately he stops and looks me over.

With his hands between me on the table, he pauses.

Rex: Good morning babe.

I place my hands on his chest, so strong and fit.

Me: Good morning, breakfast smells heavenly.

He smiles and moves to check the sausages.

Rex: I wanted to treat you to some breakfast, you’ll eat right?

I nod and move to set the table as I hide a smile. As I set the table, he fries the sausages, in silence. It’s a comfortable silence.

Me: You woke up early…

I say, more than ask, but he answers assuming it’s a question.

Rex: Yes, a lot of things on my mind. Was restless after I got a few hours of sleep, hope I didn’t disturb you?

Oh crap.

Of course you didn’t, why is he being so mushy?

I turn around.

Me: No you didn’t Rex, its fine. You need some help over there?

He shakes his head and points for me to sit down. I do just that, not trying to make things any weirder than it has to be.

A couple minutes later he serves pancakes, bacon, sausages, club sandwich and orange juice.

The whole house smells heavenly, it all smells so good, and I couldn’t help but smile as he turns my plate and starts serving me.

I place my hand on his and look up at his face. He pauses.

Me: I am sorry about yesterday.

He is being guarded, I can’t read his face.

Rex: Water under bridge.

We sit down and eat in a half tensed silence, the food is all so yummy. From time to time I peep over at him from across the table but he is reading the morning news on his mobile, idly paying me no mind.

After all the food on the table is cleared I proceed to clear the dishes and he stops me. Again.

 

Rex: No its fine, sit down I’ll wash up.

He gets up and starts piling the plates on top each other. I can’t take this silent treatment anymore.

I turn on the chair.

Me: What’s going on Rex? If you don’t want to be here you should say so, I apologized already and I am trying to reach out but still you’re shutting me out.

He pauses at the sink, as if he is about to say something, then he stops himself, but then he turns around as if he finally decided on it.

Rex: Do you hear yourself sometimes? How carelessly you talk? If I don’t want to be here I should say so…

I make a move to cut him off…

Me: You have been distant all morni…

He cuts me off.

Rex: Just listen for once Yesmin! Listen to me dammit, my God! You make me so mad, it’s infuriating…

He turns around and runs his hand through his beards in frustration. Does he think he is the only one that is upset here? Lord knows I hate all these baseless arguments, always into his feelings and making a big drama. F**k it, f**k him, I don’t need him. I don’t need this bullshit.

 

Me: If I annoy you so much why are you still here? Making breakfast and cleaning up?

I roll my eyes in a mocking way. Just to annoy him.

His eyes darken for a brief second, I can see the hurt flash over his face, and he looks beaten. Then it disappears.

Rex: Maybe it’s just for the sex, I can’t help it, you have a bomb p***y. Or your p***y has some superpowers. And you’re always available when I’m bored; it’s nothing serious, a meaningful distraction if I may.

He says as he shrugs.

I flinch.

I feel like he slapped me, my eyes are stinging with unshed tears. I want to break down and cry till my eyes hurt but I can’t… Not when he is here.

He is standing there looking at me, his eyes bright and weird, I can’t read his expression. I can’t move, I want to say something hurtful, I want to retaliate… like how I am with him because he pays half my bills, but I just can’t will my tongue to move. My heart is beating really loud; I feel a throbbing behind my ear. How could he say that?

I am hurt.

My head starts throbbing too and my eyes are filled with tears. This time they roll out to my cheeks I can’t help them. Rex sees it – of course he does, he isn’t blind. His expression alters immediately, he looks like he has just seen a ghost, I can see his face soften and…

I immediately stump up the stairs to the room, with anger blinding my vision and reasoning I pick up his shoes, his shirt, trousers and his phone as I pack it all up in my hand. I am so furious. I feel like this is it. I am done. He is still standing across the counter, the kitchen area, with his hand on the sink, I can imagine how crazy I must look with my hair hanging out in curls around my hair band and tears streaming down my face.

 

I throw his things at him.

 

Me: Get Out!!!! I never want to see you again! I mean it! Get the hell out! You’re a jerk, a hurtful jerk! Just leave!

I yell at the top of my voice, the tears are flowing, like an ocean. I don’t care.

He doesn’t say anything; he just picks up his stuff and walks out. Closing the door softly behind him.

That’s it? He just left… Like that.

I fall to ground in a pool of my own tears.

 

15minutes later I move to lock the door with the key and I start cleaning the house, every inch of it. I don’t want to think about that bastard! Not today, not ever! As I scrub the tub, my hands feel numb, I drop the sponger and look at my fingers; they are shaking uncontrollably. I sit on the tiles and cry some more as Rex’s words resonates in my mind…

Maybe it’s just for the sex, I can’t help it, you have bomb p***y. Or your p***y has some superpowers. And you’re always available when I’m bored; it’s nothing serious, a meaningful distraction if I may…

So vile and mean

I know I can be a piece of work at times but I don’t deserve all that harshness. I don’t.

I finally finish up the cleaning.

2 hours later I am in bed, tucked under the covers nursing my wounds.

The door swings open and the sight before me makes me want to yell out in glee! But instead I fall back into the bed and start crying all over again… Big racking sobs.

One thought on “WS: Chronicles of a Nympho [Ep 6]

  1. !Awww! U would be fine Yesmin. I just pity Rex bcos he would be back and it would be too late cos there’s a reason Ade Bantu what what is in this story

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