Hope you like this ladies and gents!
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You are a MD. , and you've just come home from work, pulling into the driveway on your motorcycle... Your boss is a pain, and so are those under you. You're tired. You've been up since your six AM run, and the only person you want to see right now is your wife.
She's beautiful. Stunning, actually; she's a tall, curvy redhead, with an amazing spark that lights up her freckled face when you are in her arms. She has a gorgeous hint-of-a-southern-accent that you still can't get over. You smile, knowing that she's behind that door. You both purposely scheduled your work-shifts so that you two would always be home for the dinner that the other had prepared. You love to cook for her, but you are glad that it's her night because she is a professional chef.
You walk through the door, take of your helmet, and place it on the hat rack, covering the "thousands" of scarves that your wife owns.
"Jen!" You call from the entry way, as you take of your back pack jacket, tie, and shoes.
"Yes sugar?" she calls back, her gentle voice melodic to your ears, which have heard nothing but sirens all day.
You open your bag and toss your lab coat into a nearby hamper. "You're beautiful!" You holler. You've reminded her of this every day, fully, honestly, and literally.
Jen, you're beautiful
. You want her to know, to never forget it.
"I love you too honeybee" she says. She's called you honeybee since she asked you out.
Must be a southern thing
. You think to yourself every time.
You walk into the living room and flop onto the couch exhausted. You sigh heavily, glad to be home.
"What's your poison, handsome," she says, walking into the room.
She wears a blue off the shoulder blouse and a tight black skirt that hugs her curves, barely touching her knees. She carries a bottle of your "poison". It's a bourbon-whiskey combo that she's flavored with orange and tangerine juice. It's your favorite, and only she can make it. She sets it down, and bends slightly, pouring a glass, and giving you a peak at the white lace lingerie that encases her ample bosom.
"You." you sigh, laughing slightly, "You're my poison."
She giggles, and bends down to kiss you. Zing! There's the spark that has never left. She straddles you, beginning to unbutton your shirt. A timer beeps in the kitchen.
"Oh no!" she says in a playfully cheesy voice. She strides into the kitchen, swinging her hips in a way that says "we both know what I want." She grabs the dish from the oven.
"You dang tease." You say to her, putting down your second glass, and beginning to feel quite tipsy
She wiggles her hips and says "I know." She sets the dish down.
You remember something you had to ask her. "Babe, did I leave my stethoscope here?
"Yep" she says, walking back in the room with it around her neck. "Doctor, I've got a problem I need you to help me with." Her seduction begins.
