The lights are low in the apartment and there are scented candles flickering on the dining table wafting their perfumed essence into the air. My sweetheart comes through the door. We kiss and he proceeds to give me a shoulder massage. He knows how much I love those.
I get him his favorite drink and he settles into the couch and tells me about his day. He's already planned what he has in store for me, but I have different ideas. We kiss and cuddle with each other for a while as the soft music is playing in the background. He says "Why don't you slip into something more comfortable?" and I get up and head toward the bedroom.
He waits in the living room as I ready myself behind closed doors. I put on my beautiful red lace nighty and a light spray of his favorite perfume. As I touch up my lipstick, I remember what else I had set aside and I put that on too. I slip under the covers. "Sweetie, I'm ready....." He comes into the bedroom and there I am, waiting for him, perfumed in satin and lace. Just what he's been waiting for all day.
He takes off his shirt and reveals his muscular chest with just the right amount of hair on it. He comes over to my side of the bed and I run my hands through his chest hair. I undo his pants and slide them and his undershorts down. I give his cock a lick and a suck or two, and it springs to attention. "Come to bed, sweetie," I say with a wink, so he climbs under the covers on his side of the bed.
He rolls over on top of me and kisses me. I say, "Would you like to try something a little bit different tonight, sweetie, just to spice things up a bit?"
He lays there and thinks about it for a minute, all sorts of scenarios running through his mind, and replies, "Sure. Why not."
