What can you expect after a long tiring day?

“You naughty woman,” I said, “You are such a tease.”

“I can be so much more,” You replied.

“Yes, hungry if you carry on like this,” I commented.

I again got up and finished preparing the dinner and laid it upon the table, and called for you.

“Oh, that looks beautiful, Darling,” You said as your eyes made contact with the vision before you. You entered the kitchen, which I had tidied up while you were at work; tidying was never your forte, even you admitted that.

I had placed a table cloth over the kitchen table and put a scented candle in the middle with a pair of wine glasses half-filled with an Australian Shiraz wine to accompany the Beef.

The meal over, and I placed the items in the sink ready for tomorrow, and we retired back into the lounge and back onto the sofa. You unbuttoned and slipped your blouse off and carelessly threw it on the floor, and you were nude before me in all your magnificent glory.

“You are making this very hard for me now,” I said.

You placed your hand upon the crotch of my jeans and smiled, “Almost, but I’m sure I can make it harder for us.”