Waiting for you.
I am sitting quietly, comfortably in one corner of the sofa, facing the fire, reading, occasionally lowering the book to gaze into the fire, my face showing nothing, the depth of my thoughts evident from the unfocussed set of my gaze. A sound breaks my reverie, and my head turns to the sound, my face lighting up with intense pleasure as you enter the room and cross to me. You are wearing a long dark blue nightdress, with deep side slits to your hips, and a stretch lace bodice, all held up with thin straps. As you bend to lightly kiss me, my eyes roam over the whole of you, but always return to those eyes which sparkle at me. I smile softly as I lift your hand to my lips and after kissing your finger-tips pat the sofa beside me for you to sit with me. You seem to pour yourself onto the sofa, and between us we organise a comfortable position for us both. You are stretched full length, your hips nestled in my lap, and your head and shoulders cradled in my arm so that I can reach your lips with my own, and later, other parts of you with my other hand. For now, you are cradled in both arms, and I smile happily at your deep sigh of comfort and contentment as I hold you to me....
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