It’s a gloriously sunny, lazy Sunday morning, and light is pouring through the windows, warming the room. I finish clearing our dishes, looking over to where the sun casts a springtime glow on the soft wood of the table where Stanley is reading the paper, absentmindedly sipping his cappuccino. He looks so handsome, his brow furrowed as he reads, and I smile, a small shiver of anticipation running through me. I have a plan for Stanley this morning, although he is not aware of it yet.
He’s been up for a while, longer than me by some time, his usual morning run already under his belt, and now he’s casually dressed in a white shirt, half open to expose his chest, and jeans. The sun behind him makes him look angelic, but I know better, and I intend to rouse the devil in him so that I can enjoy his dark side. I revelled in a little extra time in bed this morning and still have my pyjamas on. I don’t like to rush around at the weekends; it’s a time for slow, sensual living and, hopefully today, some delicious fucking. The bed had still been warm and cosy when Stanley had got up for his run earlier, and I had snuggled further under the covers, not wanting to expose my flesh to the slight chill of the spring breeze where we had left the window open overnight. I breathed in deeply as I wrapped the duvet around me and I could smell his aftershave on the pillows and on my skin where we had been entwined only a short time ago. I had let my fingers slowly wander over my body, imagining it was him, and I had closed my eyes, teasing myself, pinching my nipples, letting my fingers drift between my legs, imagining what I wanted to do to him later. I had been...
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