Author: anemmame

[F]inding a sleeping [M]an in my bed

I sigh with relief as I finally get my key into the lock, turning it and pushing open the front door to our apartment, and I step inside hurriedly, dropping my bags

unceremoniously as I close the door behind me. I kick off my shoes and hang up my coat, then stretch grandly as I finally let myself relax, another long day of work

over.

"I'm hooooome!" I call out, despite the small size of our apartment making it readily apparent that I was home alone. Intent on taking advantage of this situation, I

decide to pour myself a glass of wine and run a bath so that I can really relax and unwind.

I head into the bathroom and start the bath, then make my way into the kitchen, casually undoing the buttons of my green blouse as I do, and I let it hang open,

exposing my smooth stomach and my simple black bra. Pouring myself a glass of wine, I pad back across the apartment, checking on the tub and shutting off the water, Read more »

A [F]un start to a weekend [M]orning

Hey reddit, first-time poster here, thought it would be fun to share a little bit of the fun my boyfriend and I got up to over the long weekend while I while away the hours here at work. A little about me: I'm Emma, 26, and I live with my boyfriend (Mark, also 26) in a comfortable little two-bedroom apartment in Boston. I'm a tiny (5' exactly!) brunette with a small, compact body and he's an average-height (5'10") dark-haired dude with a firm, slim, totally hot bod, in my completely unbiased opinion. Annnnyway, this is just a little bit of what we got up to over the weekend (4-day weekend!), so I hope you enjoy! Tell me what you think. :)

I wake up slowly, rolling onto my side and away from the sunlight streaming through our half-open blinds. Arching my back and straightening my toes, I stretch luxuriously before finally opening my eyes and taking in the familiar sights of our bedroom. Slipping my legs off the side of the bed, I sit up groggily, tossing the blanket aside before letting my toes touch the cool wood floors, yawning as I contemplate my next move. As my other senses start to kick in, I take note of two things first and foremost: the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the shower running. Standing up, I straighten my t-shirt and pajama pants so they're not all twisted around my body, and I pad out of the room and across the hall to the bathroom. Read more »