Read the introduction to the occasional vixen [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/1039qob/shes_a_long_term_love_vanilla_sex_partner_on_rare/)
It was Friday night at the end of a particularly stressful work week for me. I was having a drink on the couch and vegging out to something on the tv.
I sense a presence behind me just before she starts running her fingers through my hair. “You look like you had a bad day. I know a way to make you forget about it.” My first thought is she wants to take me to dinner, but I really don’t feel like getting ready to go out.
She squeezes my shoulders, releasing some of the tension, then slides her hands down my chest and whispers in my ear, “I want this to be about you – and I think I know something you’ve been wanting to try – stay on the couch.” She squeezes my earlobe between her lips and I feel a rush down my spine. Oh my – she’s in vixen mode.
She saunters around the couch wearing some very sexy lingerie with exposed nipples and vulva – when did she buy that? I’m starting to get stiff as she kneels down, running her hands along my thighs and across my bulge. “mmm, is that for me?”
My mind is racing – what does she think I want to try specifically?