two big tools
Last night when everyone was asleep I heard a noise in the kitchen.
I put on my flimsy robe over my sweating naked form and went to
investigate. As I walked down the dark winding passageway, I imagined the
cat having knocked something off of a counter but when I turned the corner
it was a man I found standing in my kitchen. At least I thought it was a
man. A tingle went up my spine. The sweat dripped between my breats and
buttocks.
The house seemed unusually warm despite winter’s chill outside. Maybe the
heat was up to high or maybe it was just my nerves that were causing my
body to feel so hot.
I marched into the kitchen totally unthinking. “What is going on here?” I
demanded indignantly. “I’m calling the police.”
A sudden movement from the figure standing in my kitchen caused me to
freeze in my tracks. There was something very unnatural about this
man…his hips were a bit too slim, his waist a little too narrow…
In one smooth motion, he pulled the mask and cap from his head. Why it
wasn’t a man at all. Her hair was sunshine golden, long and angel soft,
spreading our around her like and aura. Her eyes were a deep see green,
stunning against her pale skin. Her lips were full, almost too full for
her face but they gave her a little pout that was almost overwhelmingly
senual.