Great Balls of Fire - Episode Three
By Angel Shark
February 1 2009
Round balls or oval - has our heroine made her choice yet? Does her bodice finally get ripped? And just who is Mr January? Has Angel Shark got a whole new career move ahead of her? You can stop holding your breath now - here is the third episode in our exciting story to rival anything the RFU can produce.
By Angel Shark
February 1 2009
Round balls or oval - has our heroine made her choice yet? Does her bodice finally get ripped? And just who is Mr January? Has Angel Shark got a whole new career move ahead of her? You can stop holding your breath now - here is the third episode in our exciting story to rival anything the RFU can produce.
Charisse
was woken by a thin shaft of sunlight coming through a gap in the curtains. It
shone on the blonde curls on the pillow by her face. As her sleepy eyes
focussed properly she realised the curls weren't hers, they were Henri's. She
recalled the ball last night, Roman's New Year's Eve parties were legendary and
although she had enjoyed herself in the back of her mind she was thinking about
this morning's adventure. A glance at the clock revealed the time to be 7:45am
so she gently lifted the covers and slipped out of bed. Putting on her silken
robe she loosely tied the cord belt around her waist, the front of the gown
sliding open slightly over the gentle curves of her breasts. In the kitchen she
took a jug of orange juice from the fridge and poured herself a glass. Henri
wasn't in training until 10:30am so she was going to let him sleep in. Plus it
kept him from under her feet for a bit longer.
She sat at the breakfast table opposite the large french windows, the countryside stretching forwards, unbroken for miles. There were good things about being with Henri and this was one of them, the view. Still, she wasn't short of her own money and she had made a few shrewd investments he didn't know about so despite the credit crunch she was still comfortably off. The large house she had bought in Green Mill to rent out as as a luxury holiday cottage was somewhere she often went when he was having one of his 'off periods'. Of course she wanted to support him and help him through and goodness knows she tried but he would become so annoyed and upset, putting up barriers and becoming someone she couldn't talk to without being snapped at. It was wearing thin and this, coupled with the non-existent sex life was getting on her nerves.
She walked back to the bedroom and stood in the doorway looking in. Henri was sleeping, lying across the bed, the sheet at an obscure angle to his body. His legs were uncovered, and were slim and tanned. Well, spray tanned at any rate. God that stuff stank. He had an amazing body, well toned, each muscle area defined and she had found it a turn-on at first. She hadn't realised that he did too and that he spent hour upon hour in their gym room or at the beauty salon - the Chrismas card they had received from the salon had his name first on it for chrissakes!
An hour later and Henri was having a light breakfast before he left for training.
"Sweetheart, is everything okay?" he said. Charisse stabbed at her grapefruit with the spoon, "Yes Henri, I'm fine. Err, I'm popping out to the shops later, do you need anything?" She looked back down to the newspaper and Henri thought about he question as he drained his espresso cup.
"Just something from the hairdressers." Her head snapped up from the paper and she looked him in the face "The what?" "The hairdressers, you know, Curl Up and Dye? I need some of my hair products" She felt her cheeks flush, it was like he knew what had happened yesterday with the calendar and the woman in the hairdressers.
"Are you sure you're okay?" She stood up from the table and refilled the kettle at the sink. "Of course, really, I'm fine." She felt the water surging into the kettle as she looked out of the window. George the dog was bouncing around the garden chasing his rubber carrot. He threw it into the air time after time, never getting bored. That dog was mad, literally barking mad and at times that's how she felt too. As she turned off the tap she felt Henri's arms slide around her waist, his face nuzzling into her hair. He pressed his body against hers as she leaned against the cupboard and she felt the fire in his loins. A shudder shook her body and she spun round to face him, her lips instinctively connecting with his. They kissed deeply, and with a force that had been missing from their relationship for a while. Henri stepped back, his arms releasing her from their embrace and as Charisse stood there, lips open and eyes closed he said "I will see you later baby" and headed out of the kitchen. The frustration welled up inside her as it had so many times before so after slamming the kettle on the worktop a few times she ran out into the garden and ran around with George. At least someone would get some excitement today.
After realising she was galloping around the garden with just her nightwear on Charisse went inside to get ready for her big adventure. In the shower she tried to plan how things would happen. As the hot water cascaded over her body, the jets bouncing off her chest and rinsing away her recent disappointment she thought calling at the hairdressers first would be best. Another quick glimpse of Mr January would set her up for the day. As she smoothed the shower gel over her glistening skin she wished he was outside the shower waiting for her with that towel. As the lather built up on her body and she caressed herself clean, the guys with the sledgehammers appeared in her imagination and with a final blast from the shower head the foam was rinsed off and she was ready to go.
She sat at the breakfast table opposite the large french windows, the countryside stretching forwards, unbroken for miles. There were good things about being with Henri and this was one of them, the view. Still, she wasn't short of her own money and she had made a few shrewd investments he didn't know about so despite the credit crunch she was still comfortably off. The large house she had bought in Green Mill to rent out as as a luxury holiday cottage was somewhere she often went when he was having one of his 'off periods'. Of course she wanted to support him and help him through and goodness knows she tried but he would become so annoyed and upset, putting up barriers and becoming someone she couldn't talk to without being snapped at. It was wearing thin and this, coupled with the non-existent sex life was getting on her nerves.
She walked back to the bedroom and stood in the doorway looking in. Henri was sleeping, lying across the bed, the sheet at an obscure angle to his body. His legs were uncovered, and were slim and tanned. Well, spray tanned at any rate. God that stuff stank. He had an amazing body, well toned, each muscle area defined and she had found it a turn-on at first. She hadn't realised that he did too and that he spent hour upon hour in their gym room or at the beauty salon - the Chrismas card they had received from the salon had his name first on it for chrissakes!
An hour later and Henri was having a light breakfast before he left for training.
"Sweetheart, is everything okay?" he said. Charisse stabbed at her grapefruit with the spoon, "Yes Henri, I'm fine. Err, I'm popping out to the shops later, do you need anything?" She looked back down to the newspaper and Henri thought about he question as he drained his espresso cup.
"Just something from the hairdressers." Her head snapped up from the paper and she looked him in the face "The what?" "The hairdressers, you know, Curl Up and Dye? I need some of my hair products" She felt her cheeks flush, it was like he knew what had happened yesterday with the calendar and the woman in the hairdressers.
"Are you sure you're okay?" She stood up from the table and refilled the kettle at the sink. "Of course, really, I'm fine." She felt the water surging into the kettle as she looked out of the window. George the dog was bouncing around the garden chasing his rubber carrot. He threw it into the air time after time, never getting bored. That dog was mad, literally barking mad and at times that's how she felt too. As she turned off the tap she felt Henri's arms slide around her waist, his face nuzzling into her hair. He pressed his body against hers as she leaned against the cupboard and she felt the fire in his loins. A shudder shook her body and she spun round to face him, her lips instinctively connecting with his. They kissed deeply, and with a force that had been missing from their relationship for a while. Henri stepped back, his arms releasing her from their embrace and as Charisse stood there, lips open and eyes closed he said "I will see you later baby" and headed out of the kitchen. The frustration welled up inside her as it had so many times before so after slamming the kettle on the worktop a few times she ran out into the garden and ran around with George. At least someone would get some excitement today.
After realising she was galloping around the garden with just her nightwear on Charisse went inside to get ready for her big adventure. In the shower she tried to plan how things would happen. As the hot water cascaded over her body, the jets bouncing off her chest and rinsing away her recent disappointment she thought calling at the hairdressers first would be best. Another quick glimpse of Mr January would set her up for the day. As she smoothed the shower gel over her glistening skin she wished he was outside the shower waiting for her with that towel. As the lather built up on her body and she caressed herself clean, the guys with the sledgehammers appeared in her imagination and with a final blast from the shower head the foam was rinsed off and she was ready to go.
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Great Balls of Fire - Episode Three
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Date: 01/02/2009 21:10
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Re: Great Balls of Fire - Episode Three
Posted by: Whaley Shark (IP Logged)
Date: 01/02/2009 21:28
"the jets bouncing off her chest"- is this some dark secret?
Re: Great Balls of Fire - Episode Three
Posted by: big ted's little ted (IP Logged)
Date: 02/02/2009 11:38
Or a secret desire ? ? ? ?
Re: Great Balls of Fire - Episode Three
Posted by: H's Dad.. (IP Logged)
Date: 02/02/2009 12:59
This brief tour of the darker side of Angel's imagination is not for the faint-hearted!
Loved the name "Curl up and Dye"!
Loved the name "Curl up and Dye"!
Re: Great Balls of Fire - Episode Three
Posted by: notty totty shark (IP Logged)
Date: 02/02/2009 13:15
Certainly makes monday morning more interesting
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Re: Great Balls of Fire - Episode Three
Posted by: USsharksfan (IP Logged)
Date: 03/02/2009 16:24
Really H's Dad? I MUCH prefer the darker side of Angel!
It gives me ummm how did she say it... "A fire in my loins."
It gives me ummm how did she say it... "A fire in my loins."
Re: Great Balls of Fire - Episode Three
Posted by: Auntie Angel Shark (IP Logged)
Date: 03/02/2009 19:28
= me
= me
= me
= me
Take your pick but choose wisely
Auntie Angel Shark
Commander-in-Chief, Sharks Imperial Bodyguard
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