Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... to make love.

"I'm starving." Daisy whispered in my ear. Her huge soft spongy mattress barely supporting us as we sagged into a pile of naked flesh in the middle.

"I could eat." I replied languidly. "Although, I don't want to move."

"Then you stay, and I'll cook." She said with a musical giggle.

"No, I will help. When I said I didn't want to move. That included you. I love laying with you in my arms."

"Oh, that's sweet. I love it as well, but we have to eat."

"Doesn't mean we have to get out of bed."

"Pervert." She said, jumping out of bed.

We worked together, and it was fun. Our surrounding were unimportant. With her beside me. The world felt right. We laughed, made plans for the morning.

*****

"Oh my god, how do you use one of these things?" I sighed in frustration.

Daisy, came towards me smiling. "How the heck do you think we can do this. Have you never operated one of these before?"

"Hey, I grew up in the city. The only thing I washed were windows, and even that was only the inside.

She showed me how to fit the hoses, and the soapy suds spray nozzle. She turned it on, and it sprang into life. The foamy jet of water spraying ferociously. She handed me the hand piece and pointed me at the house.

Okay, it was hard work, but fun. Saturated, and covered in the foamy suds. I squirted away with Daisy following behind with a broom. She scrubbed where I sprayed. It was easy for the ground floor, but way harder for the upstairs.

Late ...

... in the afternoon. We were done. The house sparkled. Okay, that's an exaggeration, the water sparkled, the house looked clean. The paint work though was revealed in all it's terrible condition.

Sunday we spent in the gardens finishing off all the ones around the house. We even went to the nursery to purchase some gorgeous colorful flowers to plant. I had to acknowledge, even in it's poor condition. The house had a proud presence. It sat well on the property.

That night, we sat in the old couch in the living room basking in our success.

"What do we do now?" Daisy asked, her body snuggled close to me.

"We should get a builder to come and do an assessment. See what repairs we need to do before we paint."

"Sasha, it will cost a lot. Are you really ready for that?"

I nodded. "I've never been more certain of anything in my life."

"Are you sure, I feel bad because it's not even your property. We need to change that."

"We could draw up a contract, but I don't care I trust you Daisy."

"For gods sake Sasha. I kidnapped you. How can you say that?"

"I can't explain it, but I feel like we were always meant to be together. I love you, and I would love for us to live together here. In your family home."

The tears flowed, and the kiss that followed felt so incredibly empowering, and unifying.

I should have left Sunday night, but I made the mistake of thinking I could get back into the city, before peak hour. Yeah right. What a joke, my mind was so full of ...