I dress for bedtime; a simple cotton shift (my favourite has pinstripes to match a particularly fancy pair of stockings) that barely covers my bottom as i curl up within his close reach.
I wear it so i can enjoy the thrill of his hand scooping below the hem, fingers slipping between the fabric and my thigh to follow the slope of my hip with heat and weight, his arm rucking the nightdress up my body to expose my skin to his. I feel the ripples of cloth giving way to his encroachment, an unveiling of curves and textures as he searches with intent.
3 comments:
I'm certain the thrill is shared...
Just reading about it has me aroused, I can well imagine what it does for the man lucky enough to feel the warmth of your body against his.
xxx
lots of kisses to you both. It has been a horrible morning.
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