There is overt sexual tension in this house.
I'm never comfortable, and for some reason i keep getting these strange vibes from god knows where.
Evening: She has her hands all over him. Do they not know i'm here? I'm feeling awkward, looking away from them, my face permanently turned the other direction. I think of getting up, but then i think that would only bring more attention to me and lead to an awkward situation for both parties.
Night: we're having dinner. somehow, her pregnant belly is adding to all these tensions. i keep looking back at her swelled up stomach, and i can't help imagine them doing it. I think it's only natural, that when i look at the fruit, the deed that led to it would cross my mind. Or perhaps i'm just perverted.
Morning: Saw my first nymph today. Now i know what he meant in Lolita. Though after a while i got used to the glamour and beauty.
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