It was probably terrible how much she enjoyed being handled by her husband. Bess had never been sexually adventurous, only having three partners to her name, but Drystan drove her mad, brought out the animal in her, it was---oh, it was bad. So bad, that she managed to tune out the sounds of her children (except of course when it sounded like trouble!).
So bad. She only felt guilty about it for a moment or so, but then Drystan would kiss her like that and she got over it quickly. Mother of the year! In any case, it was the perfect distraction for her husband, and if a surprise afternoon romp kept her husband's head from rolling off in rage, well, then. How ever was she going to say no to that? Bess let Drystan's hands and lips wander, stretching her neck to provide him with more skin (and to not so subtly hint where she wanted to be touched and kissed).
"Coupons," she lied, though she had been frustrated earlier when she'd misplaced the morning papers with the toy advertisements; they would have helped justify the new dolls and action figures the children had come home with. Her hands pressed between them and went down to the knot of his towel, taking great pleasure in undoing it from around Drystan's waist before he could get her fully undressed. "I win," she laughed into his mouth.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
