The birds chirped peacefully in the trees that lined the street. The sun shining through the branches creating a mosaic of shadows that danced across the sidewalk. Mailboxes dotted the driveways of each house. An Amazon truck circled around the cul-de-sac stopping in front of each house along its route, the driver getting out at each stop and making sure each package got to each front porch safely before returning back to their truck and moving on to next house and the next front porch. It was an idyllic afternoon in this idyllic suburb.
Each house was built in a similar style to maintain the rules and standard of what suburban living is supposed to be. But as you pass by each house you notice the personal design choices of each resident. Small attempts to provide some sense of the individuality of the occupants of the house. Some put small lawn ornaments in their front yard, while others have potted plants hanging on their porch, there are a lot of sports fans down this street and a few of them show their support to their chosen team by decorating their front yards with memorabilia. One house has a massive blue and orange colored flag emblazoned with the logo of a growling bear. The front porch of this house is also decorated with a hand-made flower wreath and a few other hand-made knick-knacks. Inside the house was decorated with love and a flare for the country chic style that had been becoming more and more popular. Look closely enough and you can see the small compromises that were made in decorating so that he could claim some kind of sway in the design choice.
The house was quiet, except for a faint buzzing noise coming from the upstairs bedroom. There were piles of clothes on the floor and a couple of suitcases that were still waiting to be packed sitting on the floor with their lids unzipped and flipped open. One pile of clothes had recently been pushed onto the floor by the writhing legs of Ashley Royce. She was laid out, spread eagle, on the queen-sized bed that she shared with her husband Robert. Her soft moans were the only interruption for the buzzing sound that was coming from the bullet vibrator currently pressed firmly against her clit. Her other hand was caressing her breasts, her fingers pinching and playing with her hardening nipples. Her dark curly hair was a perfect mess, sprawled about her head like waves in the ocean, and her green eyes were alive with lust. She was horny and she needed a good pounding. Preferably, a pounding from her husband who she has been teasing all afternoon with naughty texts and pictures. She was hoping she could get him to ditch work and come home so they could start their Labor-Day weekend early, because she had a very special surprise waiting for them at their cabin. She shuttered at the fun that awaited them once they got up the mountain and to the cabin.
Her phone vibrated next to her head, she bit her lower lip and excitedly flipped her vibrator off and rolled over to reach for her phone.
I'm on my way home Ms. Royce, keep the coffee on!"
