Last night after going to the local bar for a few drinks, I came home with my husband completely smashed. I didn’t intend to get this intoxicated and the alcohol hit me like a truck.
While hubby undid the lock to our door, I undid the clasp to my bra. My shirt was the first to go leaving me in a red tank top that matched my lipstick. I struggled with my combat boots until I finally requested sweetly for help. He took of my boots and kissed up my still clothed legs and helped me with button and zipper. Skinny jeans and alcohol do not mix everyone. Bra lands on the dining room table next and my jeans lie on the mantle. I’m only left in my black lace panties that I know drives my husband wild.