@tibianchini
1 year ago
Public
Foreplay
(Sexxxtou? )
I put the laundry on.
As the machine crashed, I fixed the living room, cleaned the couches, swept the floor, washed the toilets.
I cleaned the sink, separated the ingredients for dinner.
Fusilli al dente. Room cheese cream. Potatoes stuffed with catupiry and bacon. Nothing too elaborate; that's what was in the fridge.
My love has arrived. I set the table.
There was no white wine. I've prepared a caipirinha. Strawberry and sake, as she likes.
"Sake tree is a little savory, and if it's strawberry, it's not even caipirinha." - I don't care; it's the way my Love likes, and I call it whatever she wants.
We had dinner together. She talking about the day; me, smiling and paying attention. The caipirinha (she said) was fine.
While she finished savoring her, pouting on the kittens (who, like me, were also missing), I washed and kept the dishes. I hung the clothes that had just been washed. I ran to take a quick shower to make her smelly, without those powdered soap smells or neutral detergent.
Then, while she was taking her bath (in the clean, warm bathroom I had left), I changed all the bed linen.
Half a light in the bedroom. New sheets. She lies down. I take your best cream and massage your feet, legs, back. A beautiful poem in your ear, whispering with a hoarse voice, while the cream is doing the desired effect.
She looks at me and smiles. After all this, it's easy to be a god in bed.