Home from a hard day at work.

Part 1. Walking in the door.

It’s almost 7pm, you will be done working for the day. You’re a little tired, not too much, but you rush home to me. I’m waiting for you, glass of white wine in my hand, chilled. I put it down on the table next to the couch, and wrap you in a welcoming hug, pressing your body tight against mine. You wrap your arms around me. “ hi Rose. Welcome home”. I kiss you gently on your lips, a moist, soft but firm kiss, to let you know that I want to eat you up, and our lips linger just enough to let you know that we both want to be there, locked together. We pull apart and sit down on the couch, our legs, thighs and sides pressing together, as I hand you your glass. I pick up mine, we click the glasses together, and sip, our eyes locked together, looking deep into our souls. “ are you ready for your foot massage?” I ask. You reply by putting your bare feet on my lap. I softly stroke them, then start pushing my thumbs into your tired muscles, squeezing your heels, massaging your arches. You groan softly. Then tension leaves your body. I kiss you again , but this time my tongue slips into your mouth, and your tongue slips into mine. We linger, just slowly, gently kiss. We become more urgent, and our hands start roaming, exploring each other’s bodies. The world around us disappears, until only we exist.

Part 2. Falling in love.

The exploration becomes focused, focused on those delightful, private and concealed woman swells and curves, pert and firm, with erect nipples thrusting into my hands, begging for attention. Which I give them. My lips find each nipple, and kiss, lick and suck them gently, while you breathe deeper and a little bit louder than before. Your hands go down and slide into my pants, until they find and caress my swollen and engorged rock hard member. I shivered with tingling spinal spasms, and as Rose started to pull and push my penis up and down, I became almost incoherent and could not think properly. My hand went down to her moms area, and my fingers explored her wet, slippery vaginal lips, and slipped inside. My fingertips found her G-SPOT,and she gasped out loud “ now, you should enter me now, I’m going to cum. Oh, please now”. I rush, and tore my clothes off, exposing my cock to the world, and Rose guided it in to her vagina. It slid in, hot and wet and slippery. Our world had shrunk to the couch, and only we existed in it. Nothing else mattered. Just us. I was kissing her so deep and intensely, and both of us were rocking up and down and in and out of each other, going faster and faster, as we were making all kinds of noise. Until, we exploded with a violent spasm, at the same time. We clung to each other, exhausted, our breaths ragged and loud, and slowly subsided to a slow, soft, quiet background hum, and we gazed deep into our eyes, loving everything we saw, and everything we felt. It was perfect. It was beautiful. It was love.

part 3. The rest of our lives.

‘Every day, Rose went off to work, and I saw her off. When she woke up, I made her a cup of coffee to sip in bed while she slowly cleared the sleep from her brain, and we quietly chatted about the dream she had, and the day ahead. I talked about my goals for the day. We were a team. Finally, Rose got out of bed, and jumped into the shower. I went into the kitchen and prepared breakfast. Today it was simple, just heated up a chocolate muffin, more coffee, and a peach, juicy and sweet. I quickly cut a rose from the rose bush in the garden, and put it in a vase next to her breakfast. A white rose, my favorite color. She came through, dressed for the day, and sat down. Her eyes shone as she saw the rose. White was becoming her favorite color too. She gave me a kiss. All was right with the world. She was ready for the day. And so was I.