this is my first erotica, I felt really proud and wanted to share!
It’s a beautiful Sunday morning, I wake at 7:30 feeling refreshed with the birds chirping outside my open window, and a fresh breeze blowing in, bringing in the smell of overnight rain on the sidewalk. I slip into a long linen skirt and loose cotton top, no bra and no panties, maximumly comfortable, and yet suggesting my beautiful curves as the cotton top accentuates my heavy breasts and perky nipples. I turn on the radio and start with a cup of coffee. It’s one of those Sundays with no urgency, nothing critical, but not quite lazy either, where I feel energized enough to tend to my household tasks, but relaxed enough not to care too hard. This is a state where I feel sexiest. Calm and comfortable, competent and caring. An image of femininity as I float carefree from task to task, my long skirt clinging to my thighs, grazing over my sexy hips and ass. I start a load of laundry, carrying the basket on my hip, making use of my curves. I rinse beans that have been soaking overnight, and prepare to cook them for hours on the stove top. I have nowhere to be.