Your erotic stories

It's been a long week. Friday has finally arrived and we're able to relax and spend some time together. We're dancing around the kitchen preparing supper together; or you are trying to prepare it. I'm trying to be helpful, but seem to be succeeding only getting in your way. You've scowled at me, flicked the dishtowel against my breasts, and slapped my bottom with a wooden spoon. I can't help but wonder about the way this evening will end.

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