Loving Danielle
Danielle and me have been in love and living together for more than a year. She has always been very caring and responsible.
This femme, gorgeous, caring girl who is younger than me by a few years could be very dominant but never mean. We cuddle a lot. She never touches me sexually unless I indicate that I expect her to make love.
I have been swamped with work lately. I worked almost for three weeks without taking a day off. I felt guilty but Danielle never complained.
This is a Friday night and even though it is late, thankfully I have completed the assignment. Just as I am stepping into the office elevator alone, I get a phone call and seeing her name makes me blush.
"Hi, honey," she says, "How's you?"
"I am fine, babe. How's you? Just completed my assignment."
"Wow. This is good news. I wanna take you to a restaurant tomorrow," she says.
"This will be fun. Did you have dinner already?"
"I am sorry. I was very hungry. I had it about an hour ago," she says.
"It's all right. I understand. I was hungry too. I had a pizza around 7'o clock," I say.
"We will have dinner tomorrow but tonight you are going to be my desert," she says this in a sultry voice.
"Sure," I giggle, "Love you hon."
"Love you too babe, see you soon," she hangs up.
I reach our apartment, and ring the doorbell. She opens it and gently pulls me inside grabbing my hand. She locks the door behind me, and softly pushes me against the door. She is wearing a trench coat, and her hair is wet from recently showering.
"I have missed you so much Ash," she says while planting a kiss on my lips. I open my mouth to accomodate her tongue which she thrusts deeply inside my mouth. Gently putting her palm on my cheek, she kisses me. It feels as if time has stopped.
"I love you, Ash," she says, breaking the kiss.
"I love you too, honey," I reply as my voice cracks from the emotion.
She removes her trenchcoat to reveal a black bikini underneath and I see that she is wearing new high heels.
"Please undress completely and take a shower. I will be waiting for you in the bedroom," she says, smiling.
"Yes, Mistress," I obey her.
"Wear the new pink collar with a leash which I have placed on the living room table after you have showered," she orders, fetching a riding crop from the same table. She uses the crop to point and guide me mostly.
I do as I am told.
I step in to the bedroom to see that she has been sitting on the bed, waiting for me. There is some spanish song playing loud-ish on a speaker which I had bought for lazy sunday mornings.
