I am so in Love. His lips against the soles of my feet are slow and delicious. The soft wet contrast of his tongue teasing and dancing over the sensitive skin is contrasted by the roughness of his stubble. He lets his tongue trail over the soles and tops of my feet in languorous strokes and sucks softly on my toes one by one as I lay back and smile into his eyes. I moan as he begins to trace my calf with his lips progress...

Where have we gone?Alone in my car and parked outside our home. Our home. You are already inside. I am about to come inside. And still our home will be empty. It was once so full of love. Where have we gone that we can both be inside and still our home is empty?I'm tired of being alone.