When we are living together, and you had to go to work, I would spend the day making sure our home was cleaned and everything was in order for you to return. I would love to fill in the gaps of your life, doing the things that you don't want or have time to do, making your life easier. I would be thinking of you while I am doing these things, smiling because I know I was being good to you and helping you. I would want to please you so badly, and would take extra care in every detail of what I was working on, whether it be doing the laundry, making the bed, or cleaning the kitchen. I would want it to be perfect for you when you got home, so I could see that look of approval and gratefulness in your eyes. I yearn for that from you.
I would love for you to call me on your break from work, and ask me how my day was going. I would tell you all the chores I've been doing around the home, and you would tell me how good of a girl I am and that you would reward me once you got home. I would tell you I love you, and you the same. This would excite me, and I would want to get ready for you, taking a nice long shower, cleaning every inch of me, shaving my legs and pussy, taking my time with every inch of my body, making sure everything was nice and perfect for you.
When I was done, I would rub myself in a nice smelling lotion, working it into my skin, touching myself while thinking about how you would treat me later, yearning for your hands on my body. I would feel that tingling, longing feeling for you in my loins, it radiating up through my entire body as I close my eyes, taking deep breaths, imagining you were the one touching me. My nipples would get hard, and I would want to play with them so badly and to edge myself for you. But I would be a good girl, and not touch my breasts or pussy. I would wait for you, always, unless you gave me permission otherwise.
I would prepare myself for you, putting on just a bit of makeup because I know you don't like too much, but I would want to make myself look extra beautiful for you. Then I would find something nice to wear for you, a pretty dress that hugged the curves of my body; one that you had complimented me on wearing before. Every detail would be thoughtful, and I would remember all the little things you've told me you liked. I would want to make sure you could see that I remembered these these things.
I would make you dinner, making sure I had asked you beforehand what you would like to eat that evening. I would do my very best to make sure it was prepared the way you like it, looking up different recipes and putting my all into each and every step, being mindful and in the moment of what I was doing. These are the things that would make me happy, knowing that at the end of the day, you would appreciate me and my efforts.
When everything was ready for you, and you were about to get home, I would wait for you by the door in a submissive position, sitting down on my knees with my feet under my bottom, and placing my hands gently on my thighs. I would wait there obediently and in respect of you, even if you happened to be late, until you walked in the door. When you arrived, I would greet you with a big smile and that look of complete adoration in my eyes as I look up at you happily. You would approach me and place your hand on my head, and gently run your fingers through my hair, and I would lovingly nuzzle my cheek against your leg, so happy to feel your touch and warmth against me.
You would beckon me up, giving me your hand to help me, and I would slowly and gracefully rise in front of you, my breasts just lightly grazing against your body as I stand. You would wrap your arms around me, and hold me against you as I place my hand lovingly against your chest and lay my head on your shoulder, smiling. Your energy would feel so masculine to me, the perfect contrast to my feminine nature, the Ying to my Yang. I would kiss your neck softly, parting my lips just slightly so you could feel my breath. I would love feeling the coarseness of your beard against my soft skin, and would nuzzle my cheek against yours, inhaling through my nose deeply as I close my eyes, taking in your wonderful manly scent. It would be intoxicating to me, and I would be helpless in your arms, my knees quivering slightly as I let out a soft whimper into your ear, just before whispering, "I love you", each word being said with so much meaning and feeling behind them, as if to let you know I am completely and utterly yours; mind, body, and soul.
We would then sit down together, and finish our meals over conversation about each other's day. I would genuinely be interested in how yours went, and would listen intently to what you were saying, your words, your voice, and how your mood was. If you had a bad day, I would do everything I could to make you feel relaxed once you got home, rubbing your back, shoulders, and neck for as long as you needed. Our home would be a place where you could unwind, and all the worries of the day would disappear. I would make sure I was so good to you, and your happiness and contentment would bring me such joy and ecstasy.
Once dinner was finished, I would tidy up the table, and proceed to clean the dishes. I would shyly glance over at you, thinking about what you had told me on the phone earlier in the day, the blood rushing to my cheeks as I blush slightly. You could tell by the way I was looking at you exactly what I was thinking, and would walk behind me while I was still doing the dishes. I would straighten my posture, and curve the small of my back, so that my ass just lightly grazed against your groin. You would step back slightly, and run your hand along my side, outlining the curve of my body until you reached my ass. I would let out a soft moan, as you firmly squeezed my ass through my dress, digging your fingertips in as if to say that it was yours.
I would stop for a moment from doing the dishes, feeling myself getting aroused, my pussy so wet and aching for you to be inside me. That euphoric, longing feeling rising up through my whole body, waves of it coursing through me. My head would be swimming with thoughts of you, wondering what you will do next, wanting you to just bend me over, lift my dress, pull down my panties and just take me, hard and passionately. I would want to give myself to you completely, getting lost and tangled in the moment, nothing would matter but us, and the connection of our souls together and the universe. All these thoughts and feelings would rush through me in mere seconds as you lean in and whisper in my ear to keep doing the dishes. I would blush, and reply "Yes Sir", realizing that I had stopped.