Lazy Weekend - Book 1 - Sex Stories

Lazy Weekend - Book 1

He looked up at the night sky that was littered with hundreds of thousands of suns burning strongly thousands of light years away. Yeap. Stars were indeed suns. So technically suns were also stars. The black velvet sky was mesmerizing to him, as if it told him an entire other story. Stories of another world, of another dimension. A cool breeze swept across the city, dragging the city’s heat from the surface, and also seemed to usher all the worry out from one’s soul and into the dark night. He leaned against the balcony’s rail, a cup of green tea in his right hand, not that it was actually green in colour. It was honestly more of a light yellow and its taste was refreshing after a meal of salad with some leftover roasted chicken. The yellow onions left a bit of a taste in his mouth, not that he was any fussy about that, but he knew that it would soon wash away. The chicken was juicy and even tastier than the day before when he’d marinate it with salt, pepper, oregano, lemon juice and stuffed it with some bacon. He turned and faced the interior of the small apartment which was cosy and had its lights in the kitchen burning away. He still remembered the day he chose the apartment. It looked run down and gloomy, its walls grey and the paint cracked. The floors were dusty and the ceiling had wires still coming out of it. It was something no one would want to buy immediately. Too much work had to be done to refurbish the place. Ghost stories were also rumoured around the unit. ...

... Everyone’s stories were inconsistent and obviously a hoax. But he’d immediately fell in love with the unit. The living room was small, indeed it was. Enough only to fit a couch for two and a coffee table. It was the kitchen that did it. It compensated for the lack of space in the living room. The kitchen was big. It had a centre section with a sink and a table counter while the two sides of the kitchen walls had cabinets and counters and the third was the stove area. It was not a closed kitchen. It opened up directly to the living area. That left two rooms and a single bath with a glass cubical. Since one room was directly behind the living area, he’d demolished the wall and opened the living room, making it more spacious. The other room was big enough to fit a king sized bed, a cupboard, a working desk and two bedside tables. A young lady suddenly walked out of the kitchen area, a glass in hand, also filled with tea, brewed not long ago. As she joined him on the balcony, the breeze caught her long hair, playfully sending it into a beautiful mess. She smiled at him and asked, “Something on your mind?” “Not really,” came his reply. “Contemplating life again?” “Yeah. Yeah, you could say that.” He smiled shyly. She laughed gently but with no effort to keep the laugh a secret. She was pretty. At least he thought so. No, she did not have a ridiculously straight set of teeth. And neither had she got them whitened. She did brush them two times a day and flossed after every meal. Her ...