This Is My Real Life

It was a beautiful morning. I heard the birds chirping before I opened my eyes, and when I did, I looked over and saw him there. He was still asleep, lying on his back, one hand curled over the sexy dark bush of hair on his chest. I smiled and touched his forehead. Poor lamb. I'd exhausted him. Then again, he'd tired me out pretty well too.

I decided to get up and let him rest a little while longer. I picked my pink lace thong off the floor and slid it back on. I'd only had it on for about five minutes, after all. Then I got into my Victoria's Secret push up bra, slid my mini jean skirt up effortlessly around my hips, and went into the living room.

My daughter was sitting there, dressed, hair brushed, ready for school. "Hi, sweetie. Did you eat already?" "Yep," she said. "You've got all your stuff for school?" "Yep." "Great!" I kissed her on each soft, plump cheek. "Have a great day, honeybabe!" "You too!" She skipped out the door.

I sighed contentedly and walked into the kitchen. The coffee was already waiting for me. My gorgeous, thoughtful husband had set up the machine the night before with the built-in alarm, and the rich, earthy aroma steamed its way into my nose as I poured myself a cup. I stood in front of the kitchen window admiring our garden with all the lush, colourful varieties of flowers, the perfect, cloudless blue sky above, and sipped my coffee. My long-haired tortoiseshell cat came by and curled her body around my feet. I smiled down at her and tickled her sides with my toes and she purred and rubbed her cheeks against them.

My husband came wandering in, his hair askew, topless, wearing loose pajama bottoms.

"Why the modesty?" I asked him, ogling his amazing torso, with that gorgeously sexy bush of dark chest hair trailing down in a sexy line into his pajama bottoms.

"I thought Emily might still be home." He took me in his arms and I nearly spilled my coffee. I put it on the counter and put my arms around him.

"She just left for school. You can walk around in that Adonis body all you want, baby."

He nuzzled my neck. "Haven't you had enough yet? Am I just a sex machine to you?"

"Of course not," I whispered, licking his ear. "I love everything about you ... your brilliant mind, your wonderful sensitivity, your manly strength, your great big ..."

He squeezed my ass. "You're such a naughty girl."

"Mmmm hmmm!"

We laughed and he went to pour himself a coffee. "Are you going to be working on your book this morning?" I asked.

"Yeah, I still have some editing to do. My publisher's on my ass. I'll get it finished in time to pack, don't worry."

"I still can't believe we're leaving for Europe tomorrow. Seeing all those amazing cities ... the cathedrals ..."

"On our first night in Paris I'll take you to the most romantic little bistro near the hotel. The one where I proposed to you."

"Oh my God," I said. "I can't believe we're going to have an entire month to just get on that Eurail and go from country to country ... I'm so glad Emily said she's staying with her friends, so we can have that time together. It'll be so romantic ..."

He smiled at me and put his coffee cup down. "You bet it will. Well sweetie, I'd better get into my study and finish up. Are you going into the office?"

"Yeah, I've just got to clear up a few loose ends before I leave. Thank God I have such a competent staff who know how to run the place in my absence ..."

"Running a small publishing house like you do calls for brains, baby. You hired the right people to help you run it."

"Amen!"

"Okay, baby. I'll see you later."

"Come here. I need a little sugar before you go."

He smiled and took me in his arms again, and I rubbed against him. Sure enough, I felt him stirring in his pajama pants. "Ooooooooooohhhhh ..." I said, smiling. "You're amazing, aren't you?"

"Not as amazing as you are," he told me.

We kissed for a few minutes, until I was wet and aching again, and pulling at his pajamas, and almost angrily he pushed me up on the counter and fucked me until I shrieked louder than the cat when she was hungry.

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Okay, say it. Emily ... WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!