Our story starts early in the morning. Being exhausted from the day before, we go to bed around 10. We stir in our sleep back and fourth. Nothing out of the ordinary.
It's now 233am. The house is quiet. You hear a dog bark briefly and it wakes you suddenly. You awake on your side, I'm on my back. You look around sleepy eyed. Since we have been sleeping naked for the past couple of months. We are comfortable in our rented house to sleep and walk around naked.
You can feel the soft comfortable sheets on your bare skin. You are extra sensitive because you decided to wax 2 days before. It hurt at first but once the shock of it wore off it has been nothing but sensitive everywhere. You decided to go the whole 9 and wax everything. You wanted to start fresh so you took the plunge for your man. Lucky bastard. "lucky I don't wax his balls right now." you though, "nah, I love him too much."
Being as sensitive as you are every move you make sends a tingle, a tickle to your most sensitive areas. The sheets over your soft sensitive skin, the soft summer breeze from the window being open. The breeze delicately blowing the soft linen curtains. The still burning candle on the dresser. A fresh lilac fragrant wax candle, dancing along with the curtains on the other side of the bedroom.
Everything felt new. A new life for both of us. You look over at me with a evil, smirk. Unknown to me as I slumbered, you run your right hand over my chest. propping yourself up with your left hand, you raise your right hand back up to my lips and gracefully trace your fingers over them, down my chin, neck and back over my chest.