You Come Home
You walk in the door, having spent all night at work. I walk downstairs, wearing nothing but my satin dressing gown. I see you sat on the couch, starting to take your boots off and walk over to you. You look up, see how little I’m wearing, how perfect my hair is, I’m wearing your favourite lipstick and perfume.I kneel on the floor and finish taking your boots off, then your socks. I lift your pant legs up a little and gently kiss the bottom of your legs, giving you a taste of what’s to come, if...