Eroticy Story - Days End

God, what a day. I'm tired, life sucks. I let the door slam behind me and lean against it, eyes shut. I open them and look around to see him smiling at me over a book from my favorite chair - large, sturdy enough to plop on and comfy enough to make plopping worth it.

"You ok?"

"Ugh. Tired." Can't frown at him. I smile. "I'm glad you're here. How are things with you?"

"Hmmm." Now I'm grinning. He always does that - like it requires thought, doing a quick checksum of the day before replying. "All right."

"Good". I drop down my purse, take off the coat, throw it on the couch. Stand on one foot and then the other to take off my heels.

Nice. Back on solid ground. They're nice shoes, though, so I set them carefully on the floor before stretching. The tension's leaving, taking some of the tiredness with it.

I wander across the room to him and lean over, bracing myself on the arms of the chair looking directly in his eyes. Don't want to throw my back out. He looks up from his book again. "Yes?"

"I miss you when I'm gone."

His smile is deeper now. He puts the book down. "I miss you too." He leans forward and gives me a quick kiss. "I made spaghetti sauce.

Want some now? I just need to cook some noodles." I start kissing him on the temples, by his eyes, on his cheek. "Nah".

"Mmm" he says.

My back won't go out in one second. I let go of the chair and pull up the sides of my skirt enough that I can kneel on top of him, my legs on either side.