“Eligible young bucks beware! Angea-Lea Siffleur the bright and beautiful green eyed, coral coloured-skinned beauty who will one day grow into a curvy legged girl of showy appearance will some day sweep you off your feet,” Antaeus had told all of France when she came into the world.
Her doting father would nestle her contentedly in his arms and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she would have many, many men crawl at her feet begging for her hand in marriage in the future.
It was doubtful they’d be allowed to get away with much under the watchful gaze of her strict father.
Her bracelet would be a handcuff, handcuffed to her father’s wrist the moment she starts shaving her legs and wearing tights and lookout when she grows a bouncy set of breasts the young men would love to get their greasy paws on. Her father would have to take up boxing.
“I will protect her forever. She will not leave home till she is ninety,” he told the well-to-dos in Paris who had bought many a bouquet from him over the years. He said his doll would reside at the end of the street not at her boyfriend’s pad and they will buy a house right beside hers when she marrys.
The boys will be allowed to enter her bedroom but will not enter her bed.
Her parents knew she was born an angel when the angels of heaven descended to announce Angea-Lea would be the very first angel to be born to man, when she began flying around the room, healing the sick, wroughting miracles, laying her spirit of blessing upon those who lacked. She had heard the prayers of parents seeking to train their children according to the word of angels, she had drawn them into her life and taught them about having compassion for others, she comforted the distraught and did many a fine work. They returned to their homes strengthened and blessed by the words of Angea-Lea. She took away people’s burdens.
“Angea-Lea was born on Christmas Day and we called her this name because she was like a little angel come into the world to bless us, besides it is a nice French name,” Antaeus said to the large group of interviewers as Antaeus Siffleur was a household name. He was a very prominent businessman as he had the most exotic bouquets in the world.
For both Antaeus and Junré, Angea-Lea’s delivery was the best thing that ever happened to them. Antaeus trickled tears when he saw what his wife had to go through giving birth.
Junré told all of France Antaeus was incredibly at ease and totally involved from supporting her during her contractions and helping her with her breathing techniques to cutting the umbilical cord after Angea-Lea made her entry into the world.
“I didn’t know my wife could scream at such decibels,” said Antaeus.
“She looked so helpless as she lay on my stomach, I cried,” said Junré fighting back the tears. “I looked at little Angea-Lea and I said to her so you have been the one playing soccer inside me.”
Antaeus proudly said, “She sleeps the whole night through and between feeds.”
They hoped she would follow in her parent’s footsteps into Floristry.
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What a beauty my oak leaf hydrangea is with its gorgeous, flattened flower heads and their overlapping ivory-white bracts together with a pageant of poppies, red ones fiery for my love, and so went Angea-Lea’s dreams of flowers she gathered together for her lover.
At three o’clock on time the angel rose flying from the bedroom down to the living room her wings only came out when she flew.
“Conrado Chur, 23 years of age what succulent lips you have, your eyes are like shimmering diamonds and your blond crop of hair makes me want to run my fingers through it. You are an actor, how wonderful, you can be anyone you want to be. Your little tanned penis is exquisite. Tell me what is your code for life?” ‘Live for the girls that love you not for the girls you love,’ “Well I just happen to be the only girl that truly loves you and you alone,” she lied. “Which famous person do you remind others of?” ‘The lone ranger,’ “Round me up lone ranger,” she said thrilled to the clit. “My knees knock together when…?” ‘She smooches each and every part of me.’ “Even your penis? How tantalising. Large lad or little laddy when erect?” ‘Definitely a large lad, without fur.’ “Ooh! I love a bare bear! Are undershorts better than underpants?” ‘Undershorts are better, Loosey N’ Juicy good, a sweaty knot, bad.’ “You would look just as groovy in a pair of undershorts as you would in knickers. Most prized possession?” ‘A painting of me nude my mother did for me.’ “Wow are you daring. What keeps you coming back for more?” ‘Her talents.’ “Like this,” she lifted her bouncy breasts to her lips and sucked them. She could see him grin from ear to ear she could feel his juicy tongue lick her tits until they sizzled. “What and who have been dominating your dreams?” ‘A dozen naked angels flying over me in a field of phlox.’ “Here I am, the one and only naked angel who would be happy to treat you like a devil,” she flew up to him at eye level phlox bouquets appearing suddenly in her hands, she placed them on the corners of the frame and kissed his drooling dangling doodle. “Lastly, sum yourself up in five words.” ‘Amorous, explorer, reasoner, kind, expert.’ “You sound perfect for little ol’ me. Now for the judge’s verdict: He has got life all worked out, no need for assistance. He is Mr. Independence. Wow I would feel calm and at peace knowing you would take care of everything.”
She raced off to the bathroom and soaked her body in perfumed water, her bosoms rising up out of the froth like twin bunnies, her two nipples like pink noses, her fluffy pussy tingling in the warm water as she pictured herself with Conrado, it made her feel all girly, it gave her a lift like a lazy Sunday would where there’s every reason to wear absolutely nothing all day long indoors and out.
After she dried off she tugged on her little pair of azalea pink undies which gathered around the hips and ruffled at the top. Her thin strapped bra with gathers on the upper part of the cups and ruffles around the cleavage made her feel as if Conrado’s two golden hands were clinging to her supple skin, caressing her nipples twisting them with his fingertips.
She pulled up her pleated white skirt and pulled over her shoulders her paisley top with swirls of pink and green with purple edging. She wore a pink belt with leather strands around the waist section and a fringed tie. Again she wore Malachi’s silver box chain necklace and she tied on roman high heels in pale orange. For a fun look she tied her hair in little pig-tails. She looked like a fourteen-year-old about to go on a family picnic.
Before Malachi had woken she’d left a note on the fridge saying she was off for one more shopping spree.
Malachi lifted the bedcovers off his body with speediness capturing his sperm in a tissue, “That was the greatest wank I’ve ever had over you Angea-Lea.” He turned to her but she was not there, just ruffled bed sheets and the cover turned down. “Where have you gone my love?” He bounced off the bed slipped on his bed-boxers and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of icy cold milk from the fridge. “Gone shopping, where do you get the money for this? I know I haven’t given you any,” he told himself. “You didn’t mention this time you were going window shopping.”
Suspicion drove Malachi to hire a private detective to find out just what was going on.
Conrado showed after anther coin was thrown into the fountain. He took her to Locarno on the shores of Lago Maggiore, which straddled Italy and Switzerland, Locarno basked in warm-near-mediterranean breezes and bright Italian sun. She soaked up the sun and under luxuriant palm trees Conrado answered yes to all the questions she had asked at the chalet. His moves were talented and with a little patience and understanding, phenomenal sex he taught her. She was willing to learn his favourite techniques and from time to time he asked her, “Does this give you the right balance sexually?” or “Is there any other way I can discover what you need between your legs?”
He knew he could really knock her out by observing her body. He inserted after kissing her wanting lips he could see her inching towards an orgasm he could tell by her cheeks and neck he watched them flush, her skin felt warm to his touch and she breathed faster and more shallow than usual. He thrusted faster and faster until they orgasmed together. She kissed him all over and he kissed her all over and they were ready to play sexually again. In and out, in and out his penis moved within her and in minutes he could feel her legs grip him more tightly, he watched her back arch as she thrust her pelvis against him, this could only mean she was getting into his rhythm on the way to another sweet, sweet orgasm. Her eyes were locked onto his butt at one stage she shifted her pelvis in reverse so she couldn’t feel his penetration as much and he all of a sudden realised he was thrusting too hard, too fast and too deep, he eased off then fireworks began she moaned loudly then it dropped to a whimper, their bodies shuddered at the vibration of another explosive orgasm for both of them. He knew when to change gears he held one hand in hers and massaged her down below with the other they eased into the spoons position and cuddled, he scored a hit and many more beyond.
The private detective videoed the entire sex-rumble then sped back to the chalet.
Conrado and Angea-Lea looked at each other then out at the water as it glistened under the rays of the sun. After three hours Angea-Lea kissed him goodbye following a swim in the sea.
Meanwhile Malachi viewed the video the private detective had dropped off. He couldn’t believe what he saw, his baby making love under the palms with some freak.
Two mates who once shared love and laughter reduced to this, Malachi thought, we made a pact to keep it serious. Malachi felt down as he waited for Miss Unfaithful to return. What had he done to deserve this kind of treatment? It just wasn’t fair.
Jiminez came running up the steps to his room telling him that there exists five naked men above the fireplace.
“Come, take a look!” he ordered. Malachi dashed down the steps and glued his eyes on the guys, “That last fella is the one I saw in the video.”
“What do you mean Malachi?”
“Never mind son get ready for supper Mom will be home soon, I hope.”
There was no doubt he was beset with a practical problem crying out for a practical solution. But, how hard could that be, he was a practical chap. He’d sort it out all by his lonesome.
The next day should bring about better circumstances, he thought, then, perhaps a walk in the woods to clear our heads and talk about those aspects of the relationship that somehow got discarded.
Angea-Lea walked through the front door as if nothing had gone on. Malachi was seated on an animal print chair. “Hello, what have you been up to?”
“I have been doing a lot of running around, looking for maternity clothes.”
“Your travel was short trips so it is my guess you were looking for something or someone specific and you may have had to go from one place to the next to get it.”
“I finally got it.”
He got up from the chair to place the video in the player. He sat silently waiting for a reaction.
“What is this?” Angea-Lea stormed. “How did you manage to take a film of us?”
“I hired a private detective.”
“Well, you see Malachi, I fell instantly in love with the five most sexiest men, the ones in the frame…”
“…Above the fireplace. I know this Conrado was your last…that must mean you met up with the others and shagged them too.”
“Yyyess,” she said shamefully as she watched tears stream down Jiminez’s eyes.
In a stern voice Malachi ordered, “Tomorrow you start doing more running around but this time for someone closer to you…me, do you hear? I should spank you on the bottom!”
Outside, a man stood listening to the brawling and Angea-Lea rushed out the door and ran up the trail crying her eyes out. After she turned the bend the impeccably dressed gentleman who had been following her grabbed her blindfolding her after gagging her. He carried her two metres to where his Appaloosa was tied up and lifted her onto the horse climbed onto the horse himself after untying his horse and cantered away through the wilderness.
Malachi heard the pounding of horse’s hooves there was no sign of Angea-Lea. He thought perhaps she’d just taken one of the horses for a ride to rid herself of the hurt she must have felt.
Her mind was focused on sorrow, she did not know where she was headed or with whom. She tried hard to change her mind. Knowing people would depend upon her she needed to be content within herself. What will the future bring? Stability, she hoped. She tried to tell the abductor what she wanted. That she wanted to go back to the chalet where her dear little family stayed. But her words were muffled and she felt she was getting nowhere.
Along the path through rugged bushland there were some food plants and natural corridors under sheltering canopies for wildlife. After one hour of riding they stopped in the middle of a natural corridor. Poor Angea-Lea ached all over, she was in much need of some serious rest and she desperately wanted to know who her abductor was.
He lifted her delicate body off the horse beads of perspiration saturating her top and skirt. Angea-Lea was respected amongst the Parisians her poise and beauty everyone adored and everyone looked up to her because of her compassion for the sick. Sighing, she wondered if Malachi would come for her. Although gloom chased her thoughts around she felt mildly excited knowing he was an adventurous sort, not just in the bedroom.
Her abductor helped her down from the horse and placed her gently on the leaf-littered forest floor resting her back against a tall tree. Her heart was pounding erratically beating on and off, her palms becoming sweaty after her blindfold and gag were removed.
Her breath caught in her throat it was none other than “Manuel Châteaux!” she screamed.
“You will have to be gagged again if you do not keep it down.”
Like a wild panther sensing danger Angea-Lea’s green eyes focused on Manuel’s striking black eyes resembling the night, she tried to wear his stare but could not.
Dizziness struck her but then let go, struggling now to let go Manuel’s strong embrace. His slightly muscled chest dug into her cheek, she sucked in a little too quickly and her throat became sore as if she had a cold.
She could smell on him a feint spicy scent and it mingled with the scented wildflowers and crisp alpine air.
His familiar, mesmerising eyes, sparkled, as if he had just been kissed by an angel. Her mind clung to that scene and they vanished as day turned into night.