The oval-faced brunette with blue-green eyes sat cross-legged on the patchwork quilt covered double-bed writing thoughtfully in her red silk-bound journal. She was even using her special ostrich-feathered ballpoint pen. It seemed very 19th century. The long strands of naturally curly hair partially shaded her face from the light of the Tiffany-style bedside table lamp. The last rays of the evening sun were dying through the window shades and curtains. She stopped writing for a moment to tuck the obstructive brown waves behind her left ear before looking up with minor apprehension toward the open bedroom door as if expecting to be discovered while revealing her deepest, darkest secrets to her red silk friend. It now sat resting on her tanned and tapered naked legs; pedicured toes painted a deep glossy bluish red flexed as she wrote.
She sat up straight on the bed and stretched her arms high, revealing her erect, pert nipples and lovely cone-shaped breasts as the light shined through her man's soft, old Skylab Target t-shirt she loved to lounge in. Her cat-like stretch also revealed she wasn't wearing panties. Her lush, soft brown, curly bush was trimmed short and neatly tufted. She never waxed, because she loves to maintain its appearance herself and took great care in doing it. Sometimes, she'd solicit my help, which I was happy to provide. Just thinking of her own sex and its recreational purpose made her horny. She was a bit of an exhibitionist, but only with her man. The more she loved herself in these ways, the more her man loved her in return. He appreciated those especially feminine details.
A faint shadow darkened the bedroom door. "Here, hon.... I've poured you some Cabernet. I have a couple of nice T-Bone steaks on the grill. The rest of our dinner is in the oven, except the salads, of course.... Hungry?"
"For food? Maybe a little bit. For you? A lot." She replied with a wink and a sly grin. I'm writing some naughty stuff here with you in my mind. I hope that doesn't bother you."
"Well, why don't you slip into those yoga pants I like so much - the ones that hug your sweet bottom so nice and make me want to go all hands-on and all over. They do wonders for my appetite too. I have to flip the steaks. Dinner will be in about five to seven minutes." He handed her the wine glass and kissed her soft, luscious lips. She smelled fresh from the shower. She took the glass with both hands at first, then ran her soft, manicured hand over his. "Mmm, vanilla lip gloss for dessert." He left to attend dinner. She liked it when he treated her this way because it was his gift of love. Mixing food with their love making was their way of being especially attentive. It was equally true when she took charge of their evening plans. Nobody counted who took more turns. They didn't need to keep score. It was a matter of paying attention to the needs each felt for the other.
Dinner was scrumptious - Caesar salad, garlic-butter seasoned, charcoal grilled T-Bone and steamed veggies with toasted garlic bread on the side. The first bottle of wine didn't last long, so he opened the second bottle and poured their glasses to half-full. When their inhibitions are loosened, who knows where their lovemaking would go tonight. He collected her dishes and kissed her in the process. "Why don't you relax while I take care of the business at hand?"
She smiled and gave him 'that look'. You know the 'look'? The one that says happiness, horniness and appreciation at the same time. He returned from the kitchen and gathered the remaining dishes while she sipped some more wine.
"Would you like to have dessert now, or should we save it for later?" he asked.
