Set the table, babe.
I imagine you coming to me wearing only your newest, lacy negligee; black on black, sheer, tantalizingly sensual, subtly promising. One of my gifts to you, from earlier this morning. The one I could hardly wait to see you in! I’m sitting at my dining room table, laid out before us, atop the glistening finish is an assortment of delicious condiments; left over from the feast this afternoon,...Read On