paddedlittleparadise: I know what’s up the moment I step in the door. “Hey, baby,&r
paddedlittleparadise: I know what’s up the moment I step in the door. “Hey, baby,” she coos, greeting me with a warm hug and a quick peck on the lips. “Who wants to have a Little bit of fun tonight?” It’s the stress on the “little” that gives it away, together with the pat to my jean-clad derrière and a knowing wink. And maybe the tight top, and the flash of black bra strap that tells me she’s in one of her very sexiest sets of lingerie. She knows what we both want, and I know that she knows, she knows that I know that she knows. One isn’t in a wedded relationship for eight years without learning to read their partner. And so, I flush and nod. “Sure, hon-” “Ah, ah ah!” she scolds me, finger waggling before my nose. “What do we call our sweetheart when we’re not in control?” “Yes, Princess,” I meekly murmur, already feeling my member tightening and straining in its confines. “That sounds nice, Princess.” Oh, she’s grinning now as she follows me to the bedroom like an overprotective mother. “Good baby!” she purrs, leaning in the doorway and watching me tuck my shoes and briefcase into their customary nooks. “You really do learn fast, don’t you? And listen-” here her eyes flash in merriment, “If you’re a really, really good boy during supper, your Princess just might have an extra little surprise for you!” I step closer and bend forward to kiss her, feeling already the building anticipation coursing through me. “Yes, Princess…?” God, she smells wonderful, that mingled floral scent of her closet and heady scent of her womanly body. “Of course, I can’t say exactly what the surprise is just yet,” she smiles, her fingers twining gently through my hair. “But someone just might get a chance to cum with his Princess tonight… just like a big boy!” Keep reading -- source link