A Big Cup Of Sugar
I had made it home about an hour before he did.
So I decided to relax with a bath.
Dropped my purse and keys on the couch, stopped by the kitchen, and grabbed my bathing supplies along with his sexy surprise.
A cup of dry milk, a jar of honey, a glass, and a bottle of my favorite red wine.
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He had been relaxing in my mind all day. Lounging and taking up space. Moving in and out of one seductive room after another. Today was going to be the day.
I drew my bath, poured the cup of milk flakes into the water, placed the open jar of honey on my vanity table, then indulged the tub with my glass and bottle of red wine. I soaked in warm milky suds and sang a few seductive lullabies.
Two glasses later, I heard a chirp setting his car alarm. So I stepped out of the tub, walked to my vanity, sat in front of my mirror, and enjoyed the view. My wet round breast were ready to be held in the comfort of his mouth and my shiny legs were ready to be laced around his waist. I dipped my finger into the jar of honey, opened my thighs wide, and left a golden pearl drop. A sweet crowning for the rooftop of my temple of love.
I wrapped my soft damp skin with my red silk robe, grabbed the empty cup, and headed for his front door.
I rang his doorbell and asked, “May I borrow a big cup of sugar please?” He stood there shocked, eyes looking down at everything that I wanted him to see. His admiration, unmistakable.
He smiled, “of course” and then he…
