Breakfast in Bed
The smell of singed toast filled the air, the crackling of sizzling bacon breaking the silence of the peaceful Sunday morning. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating his figure, clad in just his boxers, bouncing on the balls of his heels at the stove. He squinted in the bright light of the morning, smiling to himself as he remembered the events of the night before. A goddess sleeps in my bed , he thought to himself. In every sense of the word. She stirred, the scent of...
Seduction