Meeting you at the door after your hard days work I take you by the hand and lead you to the fireplace. We sink down into beanbags as I grab the stereo remote and start the sensuous music that you so love.
Digging into the nearby picnic basket I pour a glass of wine and hand it to you. Placing sharp Cheddar and a smoked oyster upon a cracker I walk on my knees to you and allow you to nibble it from my fingers. I continue to feed you small bites and nibbles from the basket flirting outrageously.
Finally you tell me no more that your need for sustenance is satisfied though other needs are not punctuated with a grin and a wink.
Walking forward on my knees I slide between your legs and draw you into a deep hug. Kissing you I run my hands up beneath the back of your shirt stroking your back.
I can feel your muscles tight and tense beneath my hands and a wonderful idea emerges in my mind. "Baby you are so tense why don't you let me give you a good rub down?" You moan your approval into my mouth as I could not resist tasting those luscious lips long enough for you to answer me.
I retreat to the other room to return with a thick padded comforter for the floor and a bottle of cinnamon massage oil. I stop by the computer and change the music to something more throbbing and sexual and the bass begins to vibrate in the floor.