Cater to you

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Something for the ladies.

Submitted: August 15, 2012

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Submitted: August 15, 2012



She walks in the door already I could tell she had a long day at work. I cannot help but to see her expression as if she doesn’t want to be bothered. She looks at me and I look at her, for a moment our eyes collide but she walks directly pass me and into our bedroom.


Sitting on the couch I can’t help but to notice how she looked in that white dress. Curves something like a cola bottle, eyes something like burning fire; she was stunning. I continue to watch television as I hear the sounds of flowing water; she is washing away all the pain of a hard day.


I get up and slowly creep my way into the bathroom, as the steam engulfs my body I notice her hand print on the shower door. I place my hand against it. Taking off my clothes I insert my foot into the tub, she is shocked; “What are you doing?” before she could even answer I kiss her lips and they taste so good. Hot flowing clear liquid runs down our bodies as I push her up against the wall, she grips her hands behind my back. Again our eyes meet but this time was different.


Getting down on my knees I caress her thigh and rub my hands gently, I insert my tongue slowly; she moans vicariously. Caressing the back of neck I could feel the hairs stand up with her touch, tonight is your night baby and you don’t have to want for anything.


I dry her off with my kisses and blow softly on her nipples, picking her up I carry her to our bed and place her down carefully as if not to break her. She is my queen and she deserves to be treated like one. Message oil becomes my specialty as I rub her feet and let her mouth do the talking. I glide my fingers across her smooth skin as I feel tingles. She wants to move, “Stay right there,” I say because I don’t want her to miss out on the eruption.


I could see her leg is shaking, this is a good sign, no longer are the thoughts of paperwork, and filing on her mind but I have all the attention, but I’m not the main course, she is. I indulge in her nectar as if it were the only food I needed; she is like a fruit in the Garden of Eden and I can’t help but to fall for the temptation.


Placing him into her warmth, I can’t help but to close my eyes, she wants it, but slowly I rock this boat.


The next morning she leans over and kisses me, as she gets dress and walks out the door she replies, “Thank You.”


I look over and smile and say, “No baby Thank You…”

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