Simply put, my bed is very cozy. I have enough pillows and blankets to keep me warm and surrounded by softness. I have a TV and DVD player to keep my occupied for hours. I have a cushy mattress to keep me comfortable all night. When I'm in bed, I have it all.
Well, at least I thought so. That was, until I met you. I knew I wanted you in that soft, entertaining, comfortable bed with me. I wanted
your
softness, your comfort, your entertainment. Every night I went to bed without you, it only furthered my longing to have you in bed with me.
I hope things will change tonight. You're coming over any minute. It'll be the first time you've seen my apartment. . . and my bed. I just finished changing into something a little more comfortable; a long, black, silky nightgown. It's so much more comfortable than the clothes I wore to school today.
You buzz my apartment and I let you in. I meet you in the hallway in front of my door. I wrap my arms around your neck and stand on tiptoe in order to kiss you. I love that you're so much taller than me. I've always been a tall woman and my height has made me uncomfortable around men. But with you, I'm little and womanly and un-awkward.
My lips are pressed tightly against yours. Your hands brush my cheeks and fold themselves into my long hair. I pull myself closer to you by wrapping my arms tighter around you. But eventually, like all good things, our kiss must end; my tiptoes are about ready to give out on me.
I lead you by the hand into my apartment and my bedroom. I put a DVD in the player as you settle into my bed. I join you and snuggle close to you. You have your back in the corner where my headboard meets the wall perpendicular to it and you have pillows behind you. You have your legs open and fully extended; I sit between them and lean my head against your chest. I cover us with a blanket to keep us warm and cozy.