Early Arrival.
Short Story,
Male PoV, First person, directed towards wife
It's a Friday afternoon, and I'm on my way home from work. Fridays are notorious for being stressful, hectic days, so I'm anxious to get home. I get home, and notice its 5:43. I'm home twenty minutes early; hopefully you wont mind. I walk into our bedroom, and I notice you standing there, with your back to me, naked and dripping wet. You look perfect, as if your body was sculpted by a master artist, who devoted his whole life creating your masterpiece of a body.
I quietly strip away my clothes, until I am covered in nothing but an undershirt and briefs. I gently sneak up on you, and cover your eyes. I feel your tension ease as i whisper in your ear; " I've missed you, love." I turn you around, and I see that look in your eyes. You've been waiting for me to get home all day.
We both jump for the bed, and I struggle as you pull me on top of you. You peal off my shirt as I run my hands from your hips to your face, gently resting your beautiful smile in my hands. I lean in and kiss you, becoming more and more ferocious as you clench onto my abs. I gently lower my hands from your face, and cup your breasts in my hands. I can see you blushing, but I know you're enjoying yourself. I look you in the eye, and I see that you can't wait any longer.
-That's the end of the story so far. Let me know if you like it. Should i continue it? If so, should I keep it 'softcore', or venture into more 'explicit' details. Thanks for taking the time to read it.
- Anonymous Lover
