Oh, this can become addictive...another offering:
Suddenly the back door flew open and a figure in a cape and mask stood, hands on hips. I’ve come for you, he said, his voice thick and golden. My stomach flipped, my knees went weak. But the washing up, I simpered as the masked man led me by the dripping marigolds to the kitchen table, recently cleared of the lunch plates. A hand ran eagerly along my thigh and I sighed low with pleasure.
Nice tattoo, I breathed into his ear, my husband has one just like that…
I smiled. So he had remembered my fantasy
Tee hee!!!
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