Our morning routine has altered as the house gets colder. Instead of staying in their beds in the morning the children quickly migrate to mine once they can hear me moving about. Burrowing into mummy's still-warm nest they peek out like birds under cotton white wings to watch my daily routine in the low, warm light of my boudoir as i ready myself for the office, layer by layer.
The drawer of knickers rifled, a bra chosen. Perfume. Oil, perhaps or a cream. Long socks or thigh high stockings under a covering skirt. Probably something skinny and woollen on top. A scarf, or a necklace. I slowly cover myself up in preparation for the day as together we sing along to the radio or talk nonsense.
I sometimes wonder whether i am sowing the seeds of future fetishes in little minds.
1 comments:
I enjoyed the sequence myself - but then I always did love a reverse striptease :) (perhaps seeds were sown early in my life)
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