A story....

I wish this were true. She's mad at me tonight.



I come home, she's already there. I love it when I come home and she's already here and she greets me at the door with a kiss and hug. She love it when I come home. It's like we're playing house and I'm the papa and she's the mama and our fur kid is excited to see me.

It's validating. I can't help it. so she kisses me deeply, happy to see me, then kisses me a little more deeply, a little more sensually. I love it when she's this open.

I put down my bag and grab her around the small of her back and push her up against the wall, not taking my lips away from hers for an instant. I kiss her neck, grab her ass, grab at her pants while she's grabbing at mine.

She pulls my shirt up and right after pulls at the elastic of my boxer briefs. I pull off her shirt, letting her hands play where they might. I find my self pulling off her underwear as she's grabbing at me. I pull her hair and pull her onto the couch, where i decide I want to taste her.

I sit her on the couch and kiss her longingly, slowly traversing the valleys of her luscious womanhood finally (achingly) reaching her legs. I kiss the soft skin and lick her. She's wet. She's moaning. For once she's watching. I touch her softly. Then a little harder.

She pulls me up; she wants me inside her and I lovingly ablidge. Our loving moves the couch and she touches herself while I'm deep inside her. She's coming. So hard. So loud. So am I. Oh god...