Two words- "what if". Dangerous, change-provoking words.

Eyes met and held before mine dropped, lingering on his belt... then below.

He smiled.

What if he spanks? My ass blushed.

He's here. His forehead etched with "What if?"

I was startled... the tiniest nudge pushed my ring past my knuckle.

******

Rings heavy on our fingers, as I twirl mine absentmindedly.

No more, what if?

I drop to my knees making my choice, following your eyes my entire descent.

Your smile, indicates your choice. Leaning forward as your panties fall.

A taste, a nibble, a kiss, eliciting a moan.

“Happy Anniversary.”