It’s a slow day at work and I’m distracted. By thoughts of you enjoying a lazy morning reading in bed. Working from home has some definite advantages… I set my online status to “Away” with some vague message and walk to the bedroom. Flopping across the bed beside you, sliding my arms under your back, …
Thinking of you in that denim skirt. Bending you over the couch. Sliding my hands up your thighs, fingers teasing under your skirt. Feeling you push back into my hands as my fingers caress the cheeks of your ass. Pushing your skirt up, my hands on your ass. admiring your curves as i spread your …
Ah – Saturdays. A day to get out of the office chair and spend some time outside. And it’s a beautiful day to be outside. Temperatures in the mid-80′s. Sky full of blue with the occasional puffy white cloud lazily moving across the sun. I’m working in the barn. Building the framing for the new …
It’s a girls’ night out and I agree to be your designated driver. Which means picking you up, a little tipsy, from where y’all chose for the evening’s festivities. I arrive at the requested time and call your cell to let you know I’m here. A couple minutes later you come out. You look yummy …
You’re going to be home today and I’m just floating through the day. You sometimes travel for your business and have been gone for 2 weeks this time. But this evening we will be reunited. I pull into the driveway and your truck is already here. My heart leaps – you must have managed an …
It was a good day. A full day of cooking and family and kids and eating and laughing. Also full of yearning sidelong glances and hands touching and stolen kisses and bodies discreetly brushing against each other when we thought no one would notice. The kitchen is big enough for both of us to work …
4:18 AM. So says the big blue clock. Its light fills the room, bathing us in soft, blue light. You lie beside me, sleeping. Face to face on our sides. Curves and shadows gently moving in time to your breathing. Power and suppleness in beautiful, soft feminine form. Hours old memories taunt me. Soft caresses. …
Beauty sits. Soft red hair cascades in waves to shoulders. One blue eye shadowed by a flowing bang. A small smile teases your cheeks and brings out the fullness of your lips. Dark blouse and skirt blending into the fabric of the overstuffed chair. Proper posture: back straight; left leg crossed over right. Breasts framed …
I walk into a room filled with soft candelight. Flickering shadows tantalize and the air is scented with vanilla and cinnamon. “Mmmmm.” The groan comes involuntarily, growl-like, from my throat as I drink in the sight of you on your hands and knees looking back at me. Creamy skin aglow through lace. Lace edges leading …
Morning sounds. Brightness pushing against closed eyelids. Soft hand. Touching. Teasing. Stroking. Eyes open. Face of an angel. Long auburn hair. Hungry eyes. Diagonals of sun across full breasts. Sweet breath warm and moist. Lips soft against mine. Wet tongue. Fully awake now. Moving against the rhythm of her hand. Lost in her closeness. Overcome …