| 7:52p |
She made him chicken soup. He was not feeling well and chicken soup cures everything. A nice warm bowl; a fresh baguette, and he was beginning to feel a little better! Still he needed his rest, so she put him to bed, and tried to make him more comfortable. His cough was keeping him awake so she decided he need an old, fashioned cure. There was nothing like her grandmothers herbal chest rub. A nice deep massage to soothe and warm his aching chest was just what he needed. That, and a little bedtime story!
She was waiting for him...entertaining herself with the smartest, most beautiful, perfect, MEDIUM to LARGE size dog. (The most perfect small dog was unable to make the trip.) She looked up to see him come into the room. Amazing...the way her body reacts to the sight of him. So much more than a physical reaction. Every cell in her body, in her mind comes alive when she sees him. It's the most exhilarating feeling.
She drinks him in with her eyes, with her soul...she reaches out to touch him...they kiss...my god...she wants him so badly...she cannot wait, but she must... She wants to talk to him... wants to hear about his day on the river... imagine his pleasure. He has been without his river too long. She is happy he is finally back home
They share some food, a bit of wine...She really must touch him now. He feels so good...She really shouldn't have touched. It is so hard to touch, and not need more...she must have more... she must have him now!
She wants him desire her, to have just a glimpse at what her desire feels like so she leaves him. She wants to make herself desirable for him. She takes off her sensible clothes... pulls out the lacy things she bought for them...
She can't help but touch her SOON to be voluptuous breasts, as she puts on the bra. She runs her her fingers over the tips of her nipples..she lingers just a bit longer, adding more pressure to her touch...She must stop. She pulls on the tiny slip, then slides her legs into a pair of silky stockings. As the silk slides up her thighs, she can't fight the feeling that is stirring between those thighs. The ache, the throbbing...she must touch the wetness. Her fingers slide into the wetness, touching her swollen lips. She strokes her pussy...takes her fingers and thrusts them inside...
She must stop. She pulls on her panties...brushes her hair. She is feeling naughty...dirty...devilish. She decides to darken her eyes...to make herself look as slutty as she feels. She pulls out the lipstick... Red! Slutty lips, slutty eyes. She is a slut...HIS SLUT!
She looks over at him. He is asleep. Good...he needs his rest...She hopes he soon feels better.
Goodnight babe! |