Feeling Domesticated

Her Lover Know What He Wants

She loved it, when he made her dress like this in the kitchen. Naked except a pair of white sheer panties an entirely invasive thong, under her apron. The apron in pink and white checks, tied around her neck and in the back, covering her breasts and not hiding anything else. She moved in white stiletto heels, 5 inches, smoothly and gracefully , her heels clicking in the stone surface as she removed a dish from the oven.

She knew it was a matter of time. A matter of time before she felt his hands on her. His lips brush her neck. His hard cock rubbing against her. The anticipation was killing her as she tried to go about her business, putting some dishes away, looking at the countertop. She thought about being his Sex-Toy.

All she could think about was his hands. His hands pulling her sheer white thong to the side. His hands pushing her head down. His hands smacking her pert little ass. Oh god, she was wet. So fucking wet thinking about it.

Her mind wandered as she stood for a moment quietly. She closed her eyes gently imagining it, practically feeling it, till suddenly, her mind was snapped back to reality by the warm breath of his mouth against her ear. His tongue gently stroking her lobe. “You know what I want. I want it now. This very second. Spread them”.