Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 3 of 7 - Sex Stories

Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 3 of 7

... I hissed at her. Her panicked expression had vanished like dew before the sun, and was replaced by a relieved and superior expression that clearly showed she felt completely untouchable. All she had to do was scream, and she knew it. Saved by the family. I was now in a powerless position and could do nothing but tuck my tail between my legs and slip back to my measly rabbit hole through the hedge where I came from.

When I was back on my patio, my vision was glued to the ready-to-serve glass with water and ice cubes in it. I swung my arm like a tennis bat and fired my palm. The glass flew from the table onto the terrace tiles and shattered into countless pieces, while the water spread out on the surface of the dry tiles.

My head was about to explode with frustration, and for that reason, I went inside, to my dresser, opened the drawer, and found a freshly rolled joint. It was a two-hitter, which I definitely needed right now, too. I put it up to my nose, inhaled its strong but pleasant scent, and could already feel its calming effect. Desperate for more, I quickly lit up the big blunt and threw myself down heavily on the couch, after which the filter was placed between my lips, and my lungs sucked in the medicated smoke. I leaned my head back and felt the calm spread from head to toe to the very tips of my fingers.

"Fucking cunt," I mumbled irritably, taking another big hiss to put a damper on the last tension I had. I could feel the effects of the hash assaulting my ...

... consciousness like the buildup to a tsunami. The living room in my cottage began to spin, blurring my vision and throwing me into a dozing state from which I only awoke after a few hours. I spent some time humming before glancing at the clock to get an overview. It was already five.

"Time for dinner," I grumbled, having absolutely zero percent spare time for anything, and so it ended up being a round of pizza from the local grill. I ordered a number fourteen, which they called "the king." When I moved into the cottage and had to order pizza for the first time, it was the first one that my eye stumbled across the menu. I thought it was a very strange name to give to a pizza. However, I soon found out that the name suited it perfectly because when I opened the tray for the first time, it was a positive and unexpected surprise. The pizza was divided into four quarters, each with its own filling. One had ham and pepperoni, the second kebab, the third chicken, and the last cocktail sausages.

Ever since then, I have always ordered a number fourteen. It really lived up to its name, because it was absolutely the best pizza I had tasted. A royal pizza that gave a royal experience every time! This evening, I was extra hungry and didn't mind leaving some leftovers for the morning after, so it was ordered in family size, which I certainly did not regret in any way. The pizza man announced that it would be at least half an hour before they could make the delivery. I, therefore, saw ...