An Unintentional Flash
Another one I wrote for her.
AN UNINTENTIONAL FLASH
One morning last week I was taking a shower when the doorbell rang, pulling on my dressing gown I went to answer it. As I opened he door, a gust of wind took it out of my ha
nd and the handle caught in the dressing gown and pulled it open. My visitor, Hazel, from the flat next door just stood there opened mouthed as I quickly pulled the robe back around me. “Oh I'm sorry Mike,” she said, blushing, “I'll come back later.” As soon was she gone, I closed the door and went to the bedroom to get some clothes on and as I pulled my boxers on there was a definite reaction to my neighbour seeing me naked and for the rest of the day I had a semi hard on at what effect it had had on her.
Later that day I was having a coffee in the cafe at our local supermarket when Hazel walked in. I waved to her and she came and sat down at my table. “I'm sorry about this morning,” she said, “I didn't realise you were in the shower.” “Oh don't worry about it,” I said, smiling, “you weren't to know. it's no problem.” “It didn't bother you then, me seeing you like that?” she said, blushing slightly. I smiled again. “Well probably not in the way you think,” I said. “it was a nice surprise to see you standing there. It's a long time since anyone has seen me like that.” Hazel blushed again and lowered her eyes. “Did it get you errr ... you know?” “Hard,” I said, finishing her question. “Yes it did,” I said. Hazel blushed even deeper. Now it was my turn. “Well did you like what you saw?” I asked. Now Hazel's face turned really red, but she leant across the table and, in a voice I could barely hear said, “Yes Mike, I did.” “Well if you'd like to see it again I'm not doing anything special this afternoon,” I said, trying to find out just how excited it had got her. She thought for a minute, seemingly wrestling with her conscience then whispered. “Yes Mike, I would, I would like to see it again.”
“Right,” I said, “give me half an hour and come round if that's what you really want.” Half an hour later, I'd showered again, put on the same dressing gown and was waiting for her to arrive. I still wasn't sure whether she would really come but my erection was proof that I hoped she would. Exactly half an hour after I'd got home the doorbell rang and I opened it to find Hazel standing there. “Hello Hazel, “I said, “I wasn’t sure whether you’d really come. Come in.” She hesitated for a moment then stepped into the hallway. I turned and closed the door, undoing the dressing so that when I turned back to her, my now full blown erection was clearly on view. Her eyes widened and I heard her gasp. Now I'm no super stud, my cock's nothing special, just a couple of inches when it's limp, but what she was seeing now bore no resemblance to what she's seen that morning. “Do you like it Hazel?” I asked, wrapping my fingers around it. She stood there for what seemed like an age with an almost dreamy look on her face, before she replied. “Yes Mike, I do, it's huge.” she said. “did I get it like that?” “Well actually, it's the thought of where I hope it's going to be before you go home,” I said, looking down at the the front of her slacks where her fanny was hidden.
Taking her by the hand I led her into the lounge and nodded towards the couch and sat down beside her. We both knew why she was there, and for a minute neither of us spoke, but there was a definite sexual tension in the air. In the end, I broke the silence. “Well Hazel,” I said, “I've shown you mine.....” leaving the sentence unfinished, hoping she'd get my drift, which to me delight, she did. She stood up and unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her shoulders, she wasn't wearing a bra and the sight of her naked, breasts made my cock jerk. “Mmm,” she said as she saw it, “it looks like something likes them?”
For a woman of her age, her breasts were still pretty firm and I could see that her nipples were already hard. Then she stood up and pushed her slacks down and stood there wearing just a pair of silky looking full cut, waist high, white cotton knickers looking down at me. There was nothing overtly sexy about them but it had been ages since I'd seen a real life woman in the buff and my cock twitched again. “Well,” she said, “what do you think?” “Oh yes Hazel,” I said honestly, “you're beautiful and really sexy.” She blushed again. “It's been a long time since anyone said I was beautiful Mike,” she said,” “and even longer since anyone said I was sexy.”
With that I reached up and pulled her back down onto the couch beside me then put my right arm around her kissed her. She instantly returned the kiss and groaned softly into my mouth. We kissed for several minutes, before I slid my left hand onto her breasts and began to stroke them gently, circling her nipple with the tip of a finger. She groaned again and a slight shudder ran through her body. I broke the kiss and guided her hand onto my cock. At first I could feel a slight resistance but as I persisted she relaxed and allowed me to push her hand down onto it. For a moment she let it rest there then sighed deeply and wrapped her fingers around it and began stroking them up and down it.
It had been well over a year since I’d had any sexual activity, apart from personal hand jobs, so the feeling of her soft fingers on my erection felt fantastic and I gasped as they reached the tip of my knob and smeared it with the pre-cum that was already flowing from it. I began to thrust my hips upwards and began fucking her fist as she slid her hand up and down my length. Under treatment like that I knew I was seconds away from coming. My head rolled back and I shuddered and let out a huge groan as the biggest, load I'd released for years erupted from the tip of my cock. My climax was uncontrollable as wad after wad of my cumm flew into the air splashing down onto her hand and my stomach.
Once my own climax was over, I moved my lips to her nipple and she gasped as I sucked the hard bud into my mouth and gently nipped it with my teeth. I moved my free hand to the vacant nipple and took it between my thumb and forefinger, twisting it gently between them. She was groaning loudly now and her hips started rising and falling and her hand went to the front of her knickers. I looked down as her thighs parted slightly and it disappeared between them. Now she was becoming more animated and vocal as she worked the hand up and down between her legs in time with her movements of the one on my cock.
Suddenly her hips rose sharply as her body went rigid and she let out a long, loud moan. The scent of her climax drifted up to me as she came, and I sucked harder on her nipple, helping her with her orgasm. After several minutes her body relaxed and she fell back on the couch, her eyes closed and breathing heavily. As she recovered from what was obviously her first orgasm for some time, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Thank you Mike,” she whispered, “that was wonderful.” I smiled back at her. I hadn't really done anything, it had been her own hand that had induced her orgasm but I now knew that my turn would come later.
Standing up and taking her by the hand I helped her to her feet and led her out of the lounge, down the hallway and into the bedroom. After I’d closed the door behind us, she stood there and I was treated to a twin view of her. She was facing me and I could see her knickers stretched over the swell of her tummy and, in the full length mirrored wardrobe behind her, the unforgettable sight of her beautifully rounded, ass cheeks in their silky covering. Then without any prompting from me, she walked past me and sat down on the edge of the bed.
After watching her masturbate in the lounge, I had the sudden urge to treat her to the same show and wrapped my fingers around my erection and began to stroke them slowly up and down it. Hazel's eyes were glued to my groin as I walked over and sat on the bed beside her. Her eyes were still locked on my hand as it slid up and down my cock as she moved her own hand onto my groin, brushing mine aside and wrapped her own fingers around my erection again. “Let me Mike,” she said, “I want to make you come again.” Now it was my turn to sigh as her soft hand worked it's way from base to tip of my erection. “Oh yes Hazel,” I gasped, “that feels so good. I'm getting close again, don't stop.” As she continued to work her fingers up and down my shaft, her right hand went down into her knickers and I could see it moving as she brought us both off.
Before I knew it I was coming again but now with not as much force as I had in the lounge and most of it just dribbled down the side of my shaft onto Hazel's fingers. She groaned softly and looked down at her hand. “Oh yes,” she sighed and raised her hand and slid her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. “Oh Mike, I'd forgotten how good this was,” she said, looking down at my rapidly fading erection and lowering her head into my lap. This was something I hadn't expected so just sat there.
In what seemed like slow motion she licked up and down my shaft, cleaning the remnants of my climax off it before taking the tip into her mouth and sucking me dry. Her hand was still inside her knickers but it was still now that her own orgasm had subsided and I took hold of her wrist and eased it out, returning the favour by taking her fingers and sucking her juices off them. It had been such a long time since I'd done this and I wanted more.
Sliding off the bed, I moved over and knelt infront of her and eased her thighs apart, then shuffled forwards until my face was inches from her cotton covered pussy. I could see and smell the results of her recent orgasms on it and, as if magnetically my mouth was drawn towards it. Now not only could I smell and see the results of her orgasm but I could taste it too and I sucked hard on the soaking fabric, drawing her juices from it, savouring the sweet taste of her. I looked up over the swell of her stomach and saw that her eyes were closed and her head was rolling from side to side and long drawn out sighs were escaping her lips.
I moved a hand onto each inner thigh and started massage her outer lips between my thumbs, causing her sighs to turn low moans. The main object of my desire was still hidden but I eased the crotch of her knickers to one side and uncovered her glistening, pink inner lips. Hazel gasped as I slid my tongue between them and dipped it into the entrance to her velvet tunnel, exploring the source of her sweet juices. As I slid it deeper into her I could feel her inner muscles spasming around it as they reacted to my oral stimulation. Her hips started to rise and fall as I worked it and out of her, slowly at first, but speeding up as I delved deeper.
My next target was just above where my tongue was working and I removed it from inside her, replacing with a moistened finger and moved my lips up to her clit and sucked it into my mouth, adding a second finger to her love tunnel. That was all the trigger she needed and her hips thrust violently up at me and I moved my mouth back down to capture the results of her impending orgasm.
With my lips forming a seal over the entrance to her sex, I sucked hard and was rewarded with a flood of her juices as her pussy erupted into my mouth. She was now threshing wildly on the bed and it was a struggle to keep my lips in contact with her but I persevered and was rewarded with wave after wave of her warm, sweet nectar. I swallowed as hard as I could, but she came so hard that some escaped and dribbled down my chin and down onto the duvet between her thighs.
Hazel was now lying quietly on the bed, her chest rising and falling as she recovered from her orgasm. Taking her legs, I swung them up onto the bed and lay beside her, turning her to face me and pulling her close. We both groaned, her from the feeling of my erection pressing against her stomach and me from the feeling of her knickers on it. I began to move my hips, rubbing myself against the soft material. Placing a hand under her chin, I tilted her face upwards and kissed her gently on the lips. As we kissed, I felt her move as she slid her hands down to her hips and eased her knickers down over them. She raised herself slightly and pushed them down her legs as far as she could reach, then turned onto her back, raised her knees and took them off completely. Now, without her knickers and her knees up her pussy was wide open and I knew where I needed to be.
I broke the kiss and slid down the bed and back up between her spread thighs and was greeted by the sight of her lightly furred mound and below it the pouting outer lips which framed her moist, pink inner petals. Between them was the glistening entrance to her love tunnel and now, without the restriction of her knickers covering it, I shuffled forwards till the tip of my cock was just brushing her lips. I took it my shaft in my hand and lifted it up until my knob was poised above her clit, then gently tapped it. Hazel cried out and her hips thrust up against me, trapping the sensitive bud between us. “Please Mike,” she whispered, “don't tease me. I want it. Make love to me.” How could I refuse her. She'd asked me to make love to her. Not to fuck her and I was more than happy to oblige.
Moving the tip of my cock down through the soft folds of her inner lips I slowly slid it into her an inch at a time, pausing to let her get used to the feeling of me inside her. She was so wet that there was little or no resistance as I eased my length into her until I felt our pubic hairs meet. I was in as far as I could go and Hazel was groaning softly under me, urging me on. “Oh yes Mike, yes. That's it that's what I want, but slowly please, it’s been so long.”
Supporting myself on my outstretched arms, I started a slow rocking motion, sliding in and out of her honey pot. I could feel her inner muscles tightening and relaxing around my shaft as I worked it in and out of her. I looked down at the point of our union and the sight of my cock, coated with her juices as it slid out of her, almost tipped me over the edge. But my own recent climax slowed me and I slid in and out of her for at least five minutes before I felt another building. “I'm coming Hazel,” I warned, “I'm almost there.” She reached down and held onto my hips as I felt myself swell inside her. “Yes Mike. Come for me. I want to feel you come inside me.” Seconds later, Hazel got her wish as I came hard, my own climax triggering yet another orgasm in her.
With me holding her hips and her holding mine, we came together, pulling each other tightly together, our juices combining inside her. We lay there for several minutes as her pussy squeezed the last of my seed from me then I rolled over and lay down beside her again. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily as she came down from her latest orgasm but eventually she opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Thank you Mike,” she said, smiling, “that was wonderful. You're a very caring and gentle lover. I kissed gently on the lips and smiled back at her. “With a lady as sexy as you Hazel, what else could I be.”
Three months later I moved out of my flat but I didn't go far. A two bedroomed flat became vacant and two single bedroomed flats became available, mine and Hazel's. I'm now married to one of the sexiest women I could ever hope to meet and my life has taken on a whole new meaning.
AN UNINTENTIONAL FLASH
One morning last week I was taking a shower when the doorbell rang, pulling on my dressing gown I went to answer it. As I opened he door, a gust of wind took it out of my ha
nd and the handle caught in the dressing gown and pulled it open. My visitor, Hazel, from the flat next door just stood there opened mouthed as I quickly pulled the robe back around me. “Oh I'm sorry Mike,” she said, blushing, “I'll come back later.” As soon was she gone, I closed the door and went to the bedroom to get some clothes on and as I pulled my boxers on there was a definite reaction to my neighbour seeing me naked and for the rest of the day I had a semi hard on at what effect it had had on her.
Later that day I was having a coffee in the cafe at our local supermarket when Hazel walked in. I waved to her and she came and sat down at my table. “I'm sorry about this morning,” she said, “I didn't realise you were in the shower.” “Oh don't worry about it,” I said, smiling, “you weren't to know. it's no problem.” “It didn't bother you then, me seeing you like that?” she said, blushing slightly. I smiled again. “Well probably not in the way you think,” I said. “it was a nice surprise to see you standing there. It's a long time since anyone has seen me like that.” Hazel blushed again and lowered her eyes. “Did it get you errr ... you know?” “Hard,” I said, finishing her question. “Yes it did,” I said. Hazel blushed even deeper. Now it was my turn. “Well did you like what you saw?” I asked. Now Hazel's face turned really red, but she leant across the table and, in a voice I could barely hear said, “Yes Mike, I did.” “Well if you'd like to see it again I'm not doing anything special this afternoon,” I said, trying to find out just how excited it had got her. She thought for a minute, seemingly wrestling with her conscience then whispered. “Yes Mike, I would, I would like to see it again.”
“Right,” I said, “give me half an hour and come round if that's what you really want.” Half an hour later, I'd showered again, put on the same dressing gown and was waiting for her to arrive. I still wasn't sure whether she would really come but my erection was proof that I hoped she would. Exactly half an hour after I'd got home the doorbell rang and I opened it to find Hazel standing there. “Hello Hazel, “I said, “I wasn’t sure whether you’d really come. Come in.” She hesitated for a moment then stepped into the hallway. I turned and closed the door, undoing the dressing so that when I turned back to her, my now full blown erection was clearly on view. Her eyes widened and I heard her gasp. Now I'm no super stud, my cock's nothing special, just a couple of inches when it's limp, but what she was seeing now bore no resemblance to what she's seen that morning. “Do you like it Hazel?” I asked, wrapping my fingers around it. She stood there for what seemed like an age with an almost dreamy look on her face, before she replied. “Yes Mike, I do, it's huge.” she said. “did I get it like that?” “Well actually, it's the thought of where I hope it's going to be before you go home,” I said, looking down at the the front of her slacks where her fanny was hidden.
Taking her by the hand I led her into the lounge and nodded towards the couch and sat down beside her. We both knew why she was there, and for a minute neither of us spoke, but there was a definite sexual tension in the air. In the end, I broke the silence. “Well Hazel,” I said, “I've shown you mine.....” leaving the sentence unfinished, hoping she'd get my drift, which to me delight, she did. She stood up and unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her shoulders, she wasn't wearing a bra and the sight of her naked, breasts made my cock jerk. “Mmm,” she said as she saw it, “it looks like something likes them?”
For a woman of her age, her breasts were still pretty firm and I could see that her nipples were already hard. Then she stood up and pushed her slacks down and stood there wearing just a pair of silky looking full cut, waist high, white cotton knickers looking down at me. There was nothing overtly sexy about them but it had been ages since I'd seen a real life woman in the buff and my cock twitched again. “Well,” she said, “what do you think?” “Oh yes Hazel,” I said honestly, “you're beautiful and really sexy.” She blushed again. “It's been a long time since anyone said I was beautiful Mike,” she said,” “and even longer since anyone said I was sexy.”
With that I reached up and pulled her back down onto the couch beside me then put my right arm around her kissed her. She instantly returned the kiss and groaned softly into my mouth. We kissed for several minutes, before I slid my left hand onto her breasts and began to stroke them gently, circling her nipple with the tip of a finger. She groaned again and a slight shudder ran through her body. I broke the kiss and guided her hand onto my cock. At first I could feel a slight resistance but as I persisted she relaxed and allowed me to push her hand down onto it. For a moment she let it rest there then sighed deeply and wrapped her fingers around it and began stroking them up and down it.
It had been well over a year since I’d had any sexual activity, apart from personal hand jobs, so the feeling of her soft fingers on my erection felt fantastic and I gasped as they reached the tip of my knob and smeared it with the pre-cum that was already flowing from it. I began to thrust my hips upwards and began fucking her fist as she slid her hand up and down my length. Under treatment like that I knew I was seconds away from coming. My head rolled back and I shuddered and let out a huge groan as the biggest, load I'd released for years erupted from the tip of my cock. My climax was uncontrollable as wad after wad of my cumm flew into the air splashing down onto her hand and my stomach.
Once my own climax was over, I moved my lips to her nipple and she gasped as I sucked the hard bud into my mouth and gently nipped it with my teeth. I moved my free hand to the vacant nipple and took it between my thumb and forefinger, twisting it gently between them. She was groaning loudly now and her hips started rising and falling and her hand went to the front of her knickers. I looked down as her thighs parted slightly and it disappeared between them. Now she was becoming more animated and vocal as she worked the hand up and down between her legs in time with her movements of the one on my cock.
Suddenly her hips rose sharply as her body went rigid and she let out a long, loud moan. The scent of her climax drifted up to me as she came, and I sucked harder on her nipple, helping her with her orgasm. After several minutes her body relaxed and she fell back on the couch, her eyes closed and breathing heavily. As she recovered from what was obviously her first orgasm for some time, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Thank you Mike,” she whispered, “that was wonderful.” I smiled back at her. I hadn't really done anything, it had been her own hand that had induced her orgasm but I now knew that my turn would come later.
Standing up and taking her by the hand I helped her to her feet and led her out of the lounge, down the hallway and into the bedroom. After I’d closed the door behind us, she stood there and I was treated to a twin view of her. She was facing me and I could see her knickers stretched over the swell of her tummy and, in the full length mirrored wardrobe behind her, the unforgettable sight of her beautifully rounded, ass cheeks in their silky covering. Then without any prompting from me, she walked past me and sat down on the edge of the bed.
After watching her masturbate in the lounge, I had the sudden urge to treat her to the same show and wrapped my fingers around my erection and began to stroke them slowly up and down it. Hazel's eyes were glued to my groin as I walked over and sat on the bed beside her. Her eyes were still locked on my hand as it slid up and down my cock as she moved her own hand onto my groin, brushing mine aside and wrapped her own fingers around my erection again. “Let me Mike,” she said, “I want to make you come again.” Now it was my turn to sigh as her soft hand worked it's way from base to tip of my erection. “Oh yes Hazel,” I gasped, “that feels so good. I'm getting close again, don't stop.” As she continued to work her fingers up and down my shaft, her right hand went down into her knickers and I could see it moving as she brought us both off.
Before I knew it I was coming again but now with not as much force as I had in the lounge and most of it just dribbled down the side of my shaft onto Hazel's fingers. She groaned softly and looked down at her hand. “Oh yes,” she sighed and raised her hand and slid her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean. “Oh Mike, I'd forgotten how good this was,” she said, looking down at my rapidly fading erection and lowering her head into my lap. This was something I hadn't expected so just sat there.
In what seemed like slow motion she licked up and down my shaft, cleaning the remnants of my climax off it before taking the tip into her mouth and sucking me dry. Her hand was still inside her knickers but it was still now that her own orgasm had subsided and I took hold of her wrist and eased it out, returning the favour by taking her fingers and sucking her juices off them. It had been such a long time since I'd done this and I wanted more.
Sliding off the bed, I moved over and knelt infront of her and eased her thighs apart, then shuffled forwards until my face was inches from her cotton covered pussy. I could see and smell the results of her recent orgasms on it and, as if magnetically my mouth was drawn towards it. Now not only could I smell and see the results of her orgasm but I could taste it too and I sucked hard on the soaking fabric, drawing her juices from it, savouring the sweet taste of her. I looked up over the swell of her stomach and saw that her eyes were closed and her head was rolling from side to side and long drawn out sighs were escaping her lips.
I moved a hand onto each inner thigh and started massage her outer lips between my thumbs, causing her sighs to turn low moans. The main object of my desire was still hidden but I eased the crotch of her knickers to one side and uncovered her glistening, pink inner lips. Hazel gasped as I slid my tongue between them and dipped it into the entrance to her velvet tunnel, exploring the source of her sweet juices. As I slid it deeper into her I could feel her inner muscles spasming around it as they reacted to my oral stimulation. Her hips started to rise and fall as I worked it and out of her, slowly at first, but speeding up as I delved deeper.
My next target was just above where my tongue was working and I removed it from inside her, replacing with a moistened finger and moved my lips up to her clit and sucked it into my mouth, adding a second finger to her love tunnel. That was all the trigger she needed and her hips thrust violently up at me and I moved my mouth back down to capture the results of her impending orgasm.
With my lips forming a seal over the entrance to her sex, I sucked hard and was rewarded with a flood of her juices as her pussy erupted into my mouth. She was now threshing wildly on the bed and it was a struggle to keep my lips in contact with her but I persevered and was rewarded with wave after wave of her warm, sweet nectar. I swallowed as hard as I could, but she came so hard that some escaped and dribbled down my chin and down onto the duvet between her thighs.
Hazel was now lying quietly on the bed, her chest rising and falling as she recovered from her orgasm. Taking her legs, I swung them up onto the bed and lay beside her, turning her to face me and pulling her close. We both groaned, her from the feeling of my erection pressing against her stomach and me from the feeling of her knickers on it. I began to move my hips, rubbing myself against the soft material. Placing a hand under her chin, I tilted her face upwards and kissed her gently on the lips. As we kissed, I felt her move as she slid her hands down to her hips and eased her knickers down over them. She raised herself slightly and pushed them down her legs as far as she could reach, then turned onto her back, raised her knees and took them off completely. Now, without her knickers and her knees up her pussy was wide open and I knew where I needed to be.
I broke the kiss and slid down the bed and back up between her spread thighs and was greeted by the sight of her lightly furred mound and below it the pouting outer lips which framed her moist, pink inner petals. Between them was the glistening entrance to her love tunnel and now, without the restriction of her knickers covering it, I shuffled forwards till the tip of my cock was just brushing her lips. I took it my shaft in my hand and lifted it up until my knob was poised above her clit, then gently tapped it. Hazel cried out and her hips thrust up against me, trapping the sensitive bud between us. “Please Mike,” she whispered, “don't tease me. I want it. Make love to me.” How could I refuse her. She'd asked me to make love to her. Not to fuck her and I was more than happy to oblige.
Moving the tip of my cock down through the soft folds of her inner lips I slowly slid it into her an inch at a time, pausing to let her get used to the feeling of me inside her. She was so wet that there was little or no resistance as I eased my length into her until I felt our pubic hairs meet. I was in as far as I could go and Hazel was groaning softly under me, urging me on. “Oh yes Mike, yes. That's it that's what I want, but slowly please, it’s been so long.”
Supporting myself on my outstretched arms, I started a slow rocking motion, sliding in and out of her honey pot. I could feel her inner muscles tightening and relaxing around my shaft as I worked it in and out of her. I looked down at the point of our union and the sight of my cock, coated with her juices as it slid out of her, almost tipped me over the edge. But my own recent climax slowed me and I slid in and out of her for at least five minutes before I felt another building. “I'm coming Hazel,” I warned, “I'm almost there.” She reached down and held onto my hips as I felt myself swell inside her. “Yes Mike. Come for me. I want to feel you come inside me.” Seconds later, Hazel got her wish as I came hard, my own climax triggering yet another orgasm in her.
With me holding her hips and her holding mine, we came together, pulling each other tightly together, our juices combining inside her. We lay there for several minutes as her pussy squeezed the last of my seed from me then I rolled over and lay down beside her again. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily as she came down from her latest orgasm but eventually she opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Thank you Mike,” she said, smiling, “that was wonderful. You're a very caring and gentle lover. I kissed gently on the lips and smiled back at her. “With a lady as sexy as you Hazel, what else could I be.”
Three months later I moved out of my flat but I didn't go far. A two bedroomed flat became vacant and two single bedroomed flats became available, mine and Hazel's. I'm now married to one of the sexiest women I could ever hope to meet and my life has taken on a whole new meaning.
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