Sam (#9): Food, Love, Sex And Tom - Sex Stories

Sam (#9): Food, Love, Sex And Tom

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There used to be a small, partially filled bottle labelled Kelly. Kelly had been envious of the Jo bottle still prominent on the shelf and the affect of its seepage on Tom when his mood was at its sweetest. She had wanted the love contained in it to be transferred to her bottle and didn't understand that her bottle was being filled with fresh, new, additional love. This had caused her bottle (the relationship) to turn bitter, smash to the floor and then everything heads down the drain. Kelly did not understand about Love Multiplication.

The Jo bottle also existed on our shelves, albeit a smaller and with a simpler, gentle flavour.

Sadly, the bottle labelled Tom on Kelly's shelf was still there, rattling, the contents rancid and eating away at her shelf.

The bottle labelled Sam on his shelf had started off, like the one labelled Kate, as a small, gentle bottle that was infrequently seen but containing a simple, pleasant liquid that got infrequently topped with drips of new, similar liquid. But after they met on the run, the Sam bottle had transmuted into an amorphous, growing vessel that was rapidly being filled by a sweet and increasingly richly flavoured liquid, as was the Tom bottle on Sam's shelf.

Though, at the same time, the Jo bottle would sometimes seep during his happiest times causing his quick darkness. Sam knew that she was being loved deeper and widerin addition to his love for Jo, so she would open her Jo bottle and let her bottle's ...

... contents (memories) waft to Tom, lifting him back into happiness, thus enriching the contents of hers and Tom's bottles at the same time.

Tom's and my bottles were naturally smaller and contained the recipe of fun cousins, occasionally scented with a nip of Jo if I caught Tom's funk before Sam could.

For Tom, the Love shelf manifested itself in many physical forms.

His house wasinteresting and reflected his complexity. For a single guy's house, it wasn'tallman. There were a few teddies dotted around that were gifts from people. The walls had a variety of paintings including two one SqM storm paintings that were gifts from his first flatmate.

H2 was only a year old and had certain features that elsewhere would be considered naff or plain nasty elsewhere but worked here. The main one was a mostly blue but white topped fence with the bright orange pergola. Tom explained that when he and Jo bought H1, it had a vile, dark green fence and bare, decaying pergola. They had gone to the paint wholesaler to get some remnants and bought the blue and white, but they had seen the orange on thereallyremnant shelf and decided to use it on the pergola.

Sam and I knew this was a Jo thing: she was the one we went to if we needed colour advice. Sadly, Kelly had hated it at H1 and would try to convince him to repaint. This would send Tom down his Jo hole again. We would laugh at the Jo influences that he had carried over to H2: they were there because they had worked at H1, and he knew ...