Sunday
Sunday.
We stay in bed late, warm and soft and cuddly. I want her terribly, but daren't even make the slightest suggestive statement. I know the rules.
She wants to go to church. We have somewhat different needs for church, but completely different "I can't stand this" triggers for church. We haven't gone to the same place for years.
We talk about the place she likes to go, and why she likes it, and why the things that trigger me aren't what they seem to be, and why it might not be as bad for me as I might think. In the end, it gets so late that she decides not to go anyway.
She has a noon rehearsal for a murder mystery, so we pack up the kids and go to that. I get draughted to play guitar for one of the performers who was going to play guitar and sing, but doesn't play very well. Lady is greatly pleased that she can bless her friend through my talent. That feels pretty damned good. Plus I get to play guitar in a show, which is very cool. Normally I play in a full band, and this is a totally different venue, audience, and style. Cool.
Lady practices her singing and dancing, choreographing and planning her burlesque-ish dance with another dancer. I get to watch them vamp and strut and tease over and over again. I really dig that.
She tries on costumes, and pics a 20's flapper dress that comes halfway down her butt-cheeks. I nearly fall over --- she looks so incredibly sexy. Think Daisy Dukes, but a dress. Hot as hell. She'll look amazing on stage in that, let me tell you. She smirks at me, and twirls a little to show her ass.
We get home, and she wants to go to bed and cuddle. Hurrah! She leads me to the bedroom and casually removes her dress, revealing matching lime-green lacy bra-and-panties that does simply amazing things for her ass. She allows me to remove her nearly-knee-high boots. I do so very slowly, caressing her calves and feet slowly and sensually.
She climbs into bed. "Where do you want me, Lady?" I ask. "Where do you want to be?" she replies. "Dangerous question," I reply. She smiles and indicates that I should crawl into my normal spot. We snuggle.
I want her so badly, and gently caress her. She stops my hand and gives me every indication that I am not to continue. Oh well. I lie back and enjoy being close and warm and cuddly.
Nearly two hours later, we're getting ready to get up. Her bra has disappeared somewhere. Suddenly she rolls atop me. "Do you want the kitten?" she asks me. "Oh, yes!" I reply. "Oh, good," she purrs, and allows me to explore her body everywhere with my hands. She grinds us both to very pleasant climaxes.
She rolls off and lies in my arms awhile longer, while I revel in post-coital euphoria.
I'm going to go downtown now and get a bottle of wine, some camembert, and a baguette. I think I'll make a fire in the fireplace, and we can watch a movie. I want to be in her arms all night tonight.
She has been absolutely clear --- she's not in love with me. There are no promises, no committments. Still... I feel pretty damned wonderful right now.
We stay in bed late, warm and soft and cuddly. I want her terribly, but daren't even make the slightest suggestive statement. I know the rules.
She wants to go to church. We have somewhat different needs for church, but completely different "I can't stand this" triggers for church. We haven't gone to the same place for years.
We talk about the place she likes to go, and why she likes it, and why the things that trigger me aren't what they seem to be, and why it might not be as bad for me as I might think. In the end, it gets so late that she decides not to go anyway.
She has a noon rehearsal for a murder mystery, so we pack up the kids and go to that. I get draughted to play guitar for one of the performers who was going to play guitar and sing, but doesn't play very well. Lady is greatly pleased that she can bless her friend through my talent. That feels pretty damned good. Plus I get to play guitar in a show, which is very cool. Normally I play in a full band, and this is a totally different venue, audience, and style. Cool.
Lady practices her singing and dancing, choreographing and planning her burlesque-ish dance with another dancer. I get to watch them vamp and strut and tease over and over again. I really dig that.
She tries on costumes, and pics a 20's flapper dress that comes halfway down her butt-cheeks. I nearly fall over --- she looks so incredibly sexy. Think Daisy Dukes, but a dress. Hot as hell. She'll look amazing on stage in that, let me tell you. She smirks at me, and twirls a little to show her ass.
We get home, and she wants to go to bed and cuddle. Hurrah! She leads me to the bedroom and casually removes her dress, revealing matching lime-green lacy bra-and-panties that does simply amazing things for her ass. She allows me to remove her nearly-knee-high boots. I do so very slowly, caressing her calves and feet slowly and sensually.
She climbs into bed. "Where do you want me, Lady?" I ask. "Where do you want to be?" she replies. "Dangerous question," I reply. She smiles and indicates that I should crawl into my normal spot. We snuggle.
I want her so badly, and gently caress her. She stops my hand and gives me every indication that I am not to continue. Oh well. I lie back and enjoy being close and warm and cuddly.
Nearly two hours later, we're getting ready to get up. Her bra has disappeared somewhere. Suddenly she rolls atop me. "Do you want the kitten?" she asks me. "Oh, yes!" I reply. "Oh, good," she purrs, and allows me to explore her body everywhere with my hands. She grinds us both to very pleasant climaxes.
She rolls off and lies in my arms awhile longer, while I revel in post-coital euphoria.
I'm going to go downtown now and get a bottle of wine, some camembert, and a baguette. I think I'll make a fire in the fireplace, and we can watch a movie. I want to be in her arms all night tonight.
She has been absolutely clear --- she's not in love with me. There are no promises, no committments. Still... I feel pretty damned wonderful right now.
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