I’ve been thinking of you all morning and you’ve inspired this fantasy:
I’m imagining the house filled with sunlight. All the curtains are drawn back and the windows open. It’s a beautiful summer day, the birds are signing and the air fresh with the smell of trees and wildflowers.
I walk to the kitchen to find you in front of a big bay window. Your hair is up in a messy bun and you’re wearing a thin, floor-length cotton dress. The kind that has spaghetti straps and tiny buttons all the way down to the floor.
Your eyelashes are a mile long and Om a sucker for your big eyes as you look up at me and put your arms around my neck, I lean down to kiss you. The wispy hairs on the nape of your neck climb up the delicate line that leads back up to your ears- I smell your perfume as I close my eyes and we kiss deeply and passionately.
My hands land on your sides. Your body is soft, the thin cotton material well worn, feels like home. I slide my hands down and again rejoice in the pronounced curve from your waist to your glorious hips. I can feel the elastic waistband of your panties through your dress.