Friday, June 8, 2018

The Day

She's sitting in the corner when you come home, legs crossed; her dress is on the floor, she's just in lingerie.

"Did he...did you...?" you start to ask, stop, unable to say the words.

She looks at you, face set, impassive. Finally she uncrosses her legs, puts one foot up on a table, points to the crotch of her panties. "Come here," she says tone strong.

"Honey, I..." you start to say, stop when you see the hard lines of her face, know the day has come, the day when fantasy becomes reality.

1 comment:

  1. Alright... I confess. M usually doesn't have a chance to voice the words "Come here" when she gets home from a date with Allen. As soon as she sits down and her knees begin to spread, I am already moving to my knees between her legs and my face is moving down to begin gently soothing her ravaged womanhood. The act of her sitting down triggers an unconscious reaction on my part and I don't even realize that I'm moving until I'm kneeling there. BLISS!