This worked out well.
This is the last story I am going to reblog just now and it also happens that this will be my 100th post.
I never thought when I started this blog that I’d last more than a month never mind have so many people read my stories and ramblings.
So this is post 100 and to celebrate this I want to show this story off. This is my favourite and most personal story that I’ve written.
It means a lot to me and I want more people to read it.
Hope you like it.
You wake up in the morning to a knocking at your front door. You look at your watch and see that it is 7.30 am. You think to yourself if you ignore it they will go away, but the knocking continues.
You drag yourself out of bed complaining all the way that’s it’s cold and early as you pull your dressing gown on to cover your low cut top (no bra) and red lace panties.
You get to the door as the knocking starts again really pissing you off. You grab the handle wrenching the door open snarling “What do you want?”
You look furious, and you haven’t noticed that your dressing gown has fallen open.
“Um…. Cassandra?” Is all the response you get.
In your sleepy haze, something snaps in your head, and you recognise my voice.
“Colin?” You ask voice full of confusion.
“Yeah, Cass. It’s me.” I…
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