Every morning, after her shower, still naked, she waits for me to choose a pair of panties for her. Her collection is large and diverse, so it often takes a while to decide.
Lace, silk, or cotton? Pattern or solid? Playfully little-girlish or provocatively sensual? Brief or bikini or cheekies or boy-shorts or thong? Some days, my choice reflects my mood. On others, it might just be a question of variety — we haven’t had these in a while.
I fit her panties into place, with her help; inevitably this leads to familiar signs of her arousal. We head downstairs to the kitchen, where the first thing I do is switch on the elixir-of-life machine and select a K-cup.
The coffee brews and my cup fills. As soon as it’s ready I take the first invigorating sip. I am no good to anyone, and thoroughly antisocial, until the first cup is down. I need to be left to myself in peace and perfect quiet.
I take the last sip, and pull the soggy panties from her mouth.
“Good morning, my love!”
—Frenulum
Hot.
ReplyDeleteIf she’s been good she may towel off before she comes downstairs. If she’s been naughty, she will be a bit chilly until she is allowed to dress for the day. If she’s been very naughty, she can plan on wearing a red ass and nothing else until company arrives for dinner.