Falling Into Routine
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Chapter 9: Ghosts in the Cart
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 9: Ghosts in the Cart - Childhood friends looking for true love and ready to start a family deny how perfect a couple they would make together by getting as close as possible. The secret plan to keep from falling into each other's arms - follow the same routine. Re-write so read from the beginning.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction FemaleDom Light Bond Polygamy/Polyamory Black Male Hispanic Female Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts Size 2nd POV Slow
Sunday Staples
We always shopped on Sundays.
Same store. Same route. Same cart—mine to push, hers to fill. She’d toss in whatever she wanted and act like it was my idea to buy it.
This week, it started with coconut milk.
“Thought we hated this,” I said, watching her drop a can into the cart.
She shrugged. “Tastes different when I make it.”
“Or when your mother’s not watching?”
She rolled her eyes. “Coño, Eli. Just push.”
I smirked but obeyed. I always obeyed.
The Aisles Between Us
We moved through produce like a couple. Chose bananas like they were a joint investment. Bickered over cereal brands like we’d been married a decade.
But something was off today.
Carla was quieter. Not cold. Just ... pulled back. Like she was doing the shopping and something else at the same time.
Planning. Packing. Rehearsing conversations I wasn’t part of.
At the dairy case, I said, “You okay?”
She nodded too fast. “Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“The wedding.”
Right. The wedding in the DR. The one she’d mentioned a few times without eye contact.
Cart Static
“How long are you gone?” I asked casually, watching her inspect cheese like it held answers.
“Five days. Maybe six if I stay with Tía after.”
I nodded. “Sounds good.”
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