Rosemary and Cornelia Pt. 08 - Sex Stories

Rosemary and Cornelia Pt. 08

... dream, nothing happened." But as if the prickling itch in her scars wasnt enough. It did so happen, and who is to say it wont happen again here. "Cornelia wouldn't, she...she couldn't." How can you be so sure? Going downstairs Rosemary laid on the couch in the living room, curling up she shut her eyes, humming a soothing tune to herself as she closed her eyes once more.

The gentle ocean sounds of the alarm were still like screeching seagulls this early in the morning. Cornelia shot up from the bed with a heavy groan. She remembered Rosemary and the night prior, looking to see if she'd accidentally woken the smaller woman. She furrowed her brow, realizing there was noone there. Had she been ghosted? Maybe, hopefully if she had, she wouldn't have been robbed. As she got out of bed she tried to convince herself that she wouldn't care if Rosemary had simply wanted her for the night and ran off before dawn. Why not? They'd both had fun, and they'd specifically agreed not to date, it was fine. The needles driving slowly into her heart with every such thought made it more than clear that it wasn't fine. She'd extended herself to the woman, been so vulnerable, been so real with her, and she'd just left!? Cornelia felt sadness become anger and spite and she resolved to make sure to give ...

... the little slut her comeuppance if she saw her again. She'd destroy her. Her anger turned bitter as she realized how much she wanted to see the woman again. To destroy her, of course.

She went quickly through her morning routine in a foul mood. Then as she went to skip breakfast and make herself a coffee she heard a gentle sound from her couch, the mewl of a sleeping woman who'd heard a noise which had almost woken her up. She blinked, Rosemary had gone to sleep on the couch? The black haired woman scratched her head in confusion as to why in the world she would, but she couldn't deny the sense of relief that washed over her when she found her like this. "Honestly..." She smiled exasperatedly, "You'll get sick sleeping like that, pet." She said softly. Returning to her bedroom to find a summer duvet and placing it gently over Rosemary. The black linen with a green snake emblazoned on it felt very teenage but... Cornelia still quite liked it. She smiled as the woman turned in her sleep, a deep breath and a soft groan escaping her. "I'm going to work, pet. I hope you're here when I return." She said to herself. Writing a quick note and putting it on the table.

'Morning, pet.

Feel free to eat anything you find around the house.

Here's my number in case you need it.

C'