“Merry Christmas my love," I say to Christi, who's rolling over to face me in bed.
It's our first Christmas together in the gorgeous new house and for the first time, we have nowhere to be. Both of our families are away for the holidays and we couldn't be more excited to spend the day with just each other. A blissful, leisurely morning, followed by present exchanging and hopefully, if Christi likes one of my presents, a thrilling, adventurous new experience.
Lexi and I were strolling through the store, hands clasped together, gazing longingly at the many interesting items lining the shelves and hanging from racks that protruded from the walls in the dozens. Most of the goods at this shop were completely foreign to me, but Lexi was in her element.
I felt like such an imposter exiting the sex shop, with an unmarked paper bag slung over the crook of my elbow. I hurried to my car and shut the door before folding the top of the bag over so nobody could see inside it and plonking the bag on the passenger seat.
God, I hated flying. By the time my Uber from the airport arrived home, I was so exhausted that I thought I might just collapse in a heap as soon as I got out of the car, right next to the mailbox. But as the car rounded the corner onto my street, I saw my lovely fiancé sitting on our porch swing and I knew I was going to be just fine. He hurried over to the Uber, helping the driver with my luggage while I double-checked I hadn’t left anything in the backseat. Then the Uber drove off and it was just the two of us, embracing under the fragrant flowering jasmine arch my love had planted over the front gate when we had first moved in here. The floral perfume of a jasmine cluster was one of my favourite scents in the world, and it hung heavy and sweet in the night air, enveloping us in a delectable bubble of peace and passion.
“Are you ready, Kitten?”
My wrists and ankles were cuffed, outstretched into the corners of our bed, which was pretty much par for the course for us — it was a Tuesday after all — but Master had some brand-spanking-new fetish and bondage toys to play with tonight.
“Honey, I’m home!”
My wife Victoria has just walked through the door, looking a little tired, but no less stunning than the day I married her. I hurry over to relieve her of her heavy laptop bag and the stack of files nestled in the crook of her arm, placing them on the hallway table before pulling her into a deep hug.
By Hayley Ella - Geelong, Victoria Australia
As I exit the gym, the biting cold air greets me. The contrast between the heated exertion of cheerleading practice and the chilly night sends a shiver through my body. The stadium looms in darkness, its metal structure creaking under the weight of the hail. The icy wind carries the scent of damp earth and the promise of an impending storm. Lightning illuminates the surroundings, revealing glimpses of empty bleachers and rain-soaked surfaces. The distant booms of thunder roll through the air, heightening the sense of anticipation as I approach the entrance to the women's locker room.
