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The Lady Bed
THE LADY BED
a romance story
Copyright ©2020 by Abundant Umoh
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise), without the prior written permission of the publisher of this book.
Dedication
This work is dedicated to fiction lovers all over the world
Favourite Quote
“IF YOU WISH TO BE A WRITER, WRITE.”
•One
"Last night was so hot," Rufés' told the lady.
"Last night was wonderful," the lady replied.
"All glory back to you", the lady said again but this time with a smile.
"The sweat that rolled down your face while I stroked the huge dark body of your phallus, I looked up to your eyes and saw pleasure smiling back at me." The lady said again giving Rufés a memory of last night.
"My payment," she asked with her arms stretched out as to receive something, and with a more serious face. Rufés gently dropped some amount in her hand.
"Don't joke with me," she said looking sternly into his eyes with her enchanting eye balls which I believe can change the shape of a man's brain in one look.
Rufés saw the seriousness in her looks, and paid her completely. She has the best of expensive perfumes which no lady in the southern part of Paris can afford, she wears the best of expensive clothes, shoes and golden jewelries, she is beautiful, extremely beautiful that besides the strange things that happened weeks after she spends time with men on her bed, new set of men still troop in to dine and wine in this Blissful
occurrence. Not that she earns so heavily, or comes from an affluent home. She just has a way of getting all she needs after every night. She is pretty, rich, and popular, but no one knows her name.
Weeks after she had an intercourse with Rufés, Rufés died in his house. No one knew the cause of his death. Rufés was a tall french man, had a home in bôlge, he lived alone and spent all his earnings on prostitutes, palm tree Rufés as his friends would call is now dead.
•TWO
For the years she slept with men, all was on her father's bed. Poor chef Martin at 78 cursed his bed for his daughter defiled it. Divorced Dorcas, but still stayed in his house all day, watching men troop into his room, hearing the sounds of pain, pleasure, weakness, dirty talks, and all. And still watched this men leave his house. Everyday the same and every day the same. As for Dorcas he knew nothing about her whereabout or what happened minutes after she packed.
Chef Martin died at 78, it was Christmas day and it was
snowing heavily. His body was white and stiff, the lady took her father's corps to the backyard, dug the deep snow that Christmas evening and buried her father. The same time was a man named Alexandre, from Paris. taking a train to visit the lady. He wore a huge jacket, hand gloves a pair of cowboy boots and a denim jean.
There was Alexandre, standing at the train station for 49 minutes before the train arrived.
He got in, this train was going to take an hour before arriving at st. crontélle. Alexandre was thinking about the lady how beautiful she would be. He had heard so much about her, her golds her long blonde hair even her unsatisfiable sexual desires. Here he was giving his warm heart the type of hopes one would give a high school leaver before he writes his exams. While he was thinking a little girl was staring at him, wondering why a full grown man would be sitting alone smiling, sometimes laughing all by himself, her looks showed...
SKPIIIISHHHHH!!!
The train arrived at st. crontélle. Everyone dropped, this little girl left her mom's hand and ran towards Alexandre and asked.
"Are you ok sir?" Alexandre smiling back at her but still in a hurry not to miss his Blissful event with the lady this Christmas night, quickly replied in Spanish.
"Bien, gracias"
The little girl smiled and ran back to her mother who quickly grabbed her hand and hurried off.
•Three
The road was deeply covered with snow, so deep a foot in it reaches your knee level, Alexandre struggled his way through deep snow and long traffic. Replying merry Christmas to everyone who greeted. The air was cold, and freezing almost every liquid that comes to open, everyone wore head warmers, tough jackets. Huge socks and cowboy boots. Decorations of green and red on every street, road signs and even door post.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Alexandre checks the address on a piece of paper he was...
a romance story
Copyright ©2020 by Abundant Umoh
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise), without the prior written permission of the publisher of this book.
Dedication
This work is dedicated to fiction lovers all over the world
Favourite Quote
“IF YOU WISH TO BE A WRITER, WRITE.”
•One
"Last night was so hot," Rufés' told the lady.
"Last night was wonderful," the lady replied.
"All glory back to you", the lady said again but this time with a smile.
"The sweat that rolled down your face while I stroked the huge dark body of your phallus, I looked up to your eyes and saw pleasure smiling back at me." The lady said again giving Rufés a memory of last night.
"My payment," she asked with her arms stretched out as to receive something, and with a more serious face. Rufés gently dropped some amount in her hand.
"Don't joke with me," she said looking sternly into his eyes with her enchanting eye balls which I believe can change the shape of a man's brain in one look.
Rufés saw the seriousness in her looks, and paid her completely. She has the best of expensive perfumes which no lady in the southern part of Paris can afford, she wears the best of expensive clothes, shoes and golden jewelries, she is beautiful, extremely beautiful that besides the strange things that happened weeks after she spends time with men on her bed, new set of men still troop in to dine and wine in this Blissful
occurrence. Not that she earns so heavily, or comes from an affluent home. She just has a way of getting all she needs after every night. She is pretty, rich, and popular, but no one knows her name.
Weeks after she had an intercourse with Rufés, Rufés died in his house. No one knew the cause of his death. Rufés was a tall french man, had a home in bôlge, he lived alone and spent all his earnings on prostitutes, palm tree Rufés as his friends would call is now dead.
•TWO
For the years she slept with men, all was on her father's bed. Poor chef Martin at 78 cursed his bed for his daughter defiled it. Divorced Dorcas, but still stayed in his house all day, watching men troop into his room, hearing the sounds of pain, pleasure, weakness, dirty talks, and all. And still watched this men leave his house. Everyday the same and every day the same. As for Dorcas he knew nothing about her whereabout or what happened minutes after she packed.
Chef Martin died at 78, it was Christmas day and it was
snowing heavily. His body was white and stiff, the lady took her father's corps to the backyard, dug the deep snow that Christmas evening and buried her father. The same time was a man named Alexandre, from Paris. taking a train to visit the lady. He wore a huge jacket, hand gloves a pair of cowboy boots and a denim jean.
There was Alexandre, standing at the train station for 49 minutes before the train arrived.
He got in, this train was going to take an hour before arriving at st. crontélle. Alexandre was thinking about the lady how beautiful she would be. He had heard so much about her, her golds her long blonde hair even her unsatisfiable sexual desires. Here he was giving his warm heart the type of hopes one would give a high school leaver before he writes his exams. While he was thinking a little girl was staring at him, wondering why a full grown man would be sitting alone smiling, sometimes laughing all by himself, her looks showed...
SKPIIIISHHHHH!!!
The train arrived at st. crontélle. Everyone dropped, this little girl left her mom's hand and ran towards Alexandre and asked.
"Are you ok sir?" Alexandre smiling back at her but still in a hurry not to miss his Blissful event with the lady this Christmas night, quickly replied in Spanish.
"Bien, gracias"
The little girl smiled and ran back to her mother who quickly grabbed her hand and hurried off.
•Three
The road was deeply covered with snow, so deep a foot in it reaches your knee level, Alexandre struggled his way through deep snow and long traffic. Replying merry Christmas to everyone who greeted. The air was cold, and freezing almost every liquid that comes to open, everyone wore head warmers, tough jackets. Huge socks and cowboy boots. Decorations of green and red on every street, road signs and even door post.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Alexandre checks the address on a piece of paper he was...
