“I’m sorry, I was woolgathering. You were saying?”
“What do you say we adjourn upstairs?” He said with bright, expectant eyes.
I smiled and rose to clasp his hand. How could I have forgotten? It was Friday night. Time for our weekly bump and grind.
Yawn. Maybe after he fell asleep, I’d go back to my office with my vibrator and masturbate to the glow of my laptop screen. The thought at least lubed me.
Chapter Two
When out in the club there arose such a clatter,
I sprang up in stilettos to see who begged to be battered.
Down the stairs I flew, to check on my flock,
Disarming the alarm and opening the lock.
Neon light on the breast of sleeping Doe
Gave lustre to her peeking nipple below.
When what to my mascaraed eyes should appear
But a solidly built giant with an eight-inch spear.
Christmas morning arrived and for the first time in over twenty years, Andrew and I were actually alone. The kids had chosen to spend this day with their significant others, so Andrew and I took our time getting up. At our age, holidays didn’t have the same excitement of youth.
I made coffee and some toasted BLTs for us before we even ventured into the living room, where out of habit I’d decorated a tree. We sat on the couch and exchanged presents.
The gifts were predictable. New perfume for me. Watch for him. Ooh, new kitchen appliance for me. Power tool for him. On and on it went, boring but comfortable. So comfortable, my mind wandered.
Our tree glowed with older style bulbs as I hadn’t yet caved to the LED fad. As Andrew played with his newest garage addition, I wandered over to the tree and stroked a red bulb. Hot enough to be uncomfortable, but not enough to burn.