She waits for him with wild and sultry thoughts. She does so simply because she can. The anticipation of his heart dropping the
moment his eyes rest upon her exposed soft milky skin is too much to
ignore. She may have to start without
him. Her hands softly feather down her
hips teasing as her fingers dance against her warmth. Her imagination and the thought of what he
will do to her moistens her desire before she even reaches her velvet
embrace. She writhes against the satin
sheets and peaks the moment she hears his keys in the door.
Simple, Anticipation,
Feather, Desire, Velvet
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