You descend the stairs. I watch your graceful body move, drinking it in like sweet nectar.

You show a sly smile and blow me a kiss. Once downstairs you notice that I have placed pillows on the soft, thick rug in front of the fire. I walk up to you and greet you with a slow, soft yet passionate kiss. I tell you to make yourself comfortable.

A few minutes later I join you on the rug. I sit with my back against the couch. Taking your hand in mine, I gently guide you to me. You sit with your back against my chest. And we hold each other close, talking and giggling. I begin to massage your shoulders, feeling them loosen to my touch. The fire feels so safe and good. I kiss your neck and shoulders, massaging you with my lips. I wrap my hands around your stomach, slowly caressing through the soft silk.

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