After an early night in you are tucking yourself into your warm cozy bed. It might be Christmas Eve but “visions of sugar plums” aren’t *exactly* what are dancing in your head. Your head still racing from the exhilarating night out with the girls. You were home *much* earlier than you’d have liked and the frustration was building the more you thought back on the night. Damn Christmas. Damn family gatherings. You hadn’t spent good, quality time decompressing with friends. It was holiday and you all were going to take advantage of that. After a bit of drinking, dancing and laughing you and your friends new it was time to get going. You had to be somewhat responsible and get home early. You had family over at your place for the night and had to be home to let them in. They were counting on you…and you know how tenuous *that* can be.
Of course, as your usual luck would have it a really cute older guy approaches your group and makes immediate eye contact with you. It exudes confidence and you notice *just* a hint of a few wrinkles around his eyes as you are fixated on the glint in them. The crooked little smile he asks if he can buy you one more and moves in closer. Just knowing you wouldn’t possibly say no.
But you *had* to. Again, Damn responsibility. Now as you lie there in bed you think about that confidence. You imagine where his hands would have gone first once he inevitably got you back to his place. Where you’d have wanted to place yours. His hips pressing closer to yours. It’s all you can take to not slide your hand down inside your pj’s. You don’t want the horror of waking up a parent. You don’t exactly trust your self to be quiet. It’s not really like it’s that easy to feel all that sexy in your Christmas pj’s. For fucks sake, they make you feel like your 12 again. But it’s not like you can exactly prance around in what you normally go to bed. Slowly you nod off….. Read more »