Curiosity Killed the Cat
He thinks it’s sexy as hell to see me walking around in his shirts. I do, too. I feel sexy and he looks at me that way. Like he’s going to gobble me up. Over a decade later, that deep voice hasn’t changed. His scent has merely grown stronger. So have his hands. So has his determination.
He knows that within merely a few hours, he might get to unbutton that same button. It could be before the lights are out or after. Always different almost every time.
Beneath. Sometimes I wear panties, boy shorts, even cutoffs. Mostly, I wear nothing. Unless he’s caught a glimpse earlier, he never knows if it will be bare skin or a barrier he has to breach to reach his destination. But it’s waiting there for him, all the same. He likes not knowing. Surprise me, he always says.
I’m full of surprises. Always got something up his rolled-up sleeves…
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