hopemymomfindsthis: sonofjocasta: I didn’t get it at first. Mind you, I’m most def
hopemymomfindsthis: sonofjocasta: I didn’t get it at first. Mind you, I’m most definitely not complaining, but I always wondered why it seemed that we had more sex in the kitchen than anywhere else in the house. I think I understand now, and it makes me enjoy it all the more. When he was growing up, this was where we spent much of our time together, doing his homework, putting bandaids on skinned knees and commiserating over dates gone bad. Most importantly though, it was here where I let him touch me for the first time. It was where he reached from behind me to cup my breasts and kiss my neck while I was doing dishes. It was a bold, unexpected move on his part, but it excited me beyond all comprehension. He later explained that this was where he felt the safest, most comfortable and closest to me. It was adorable. Since those first illicit caresses, the kitchen has been our little bubble and many other things happened here for the first time, but that’s another story… Will be making a similar attempt soon, similar to this stories first time encounter. -- source link