I love when my husband is in the kitchen in an apron!!
It has been too long. Having the girls here is putting a serious damper on me being a nudist.
He can cook for me ANY time!
Shoulders, sass and ass! Nice combo!
But, actually. When Sir cooks my clothes just kind of fall off.
After one of the particularly intense encounters I had with Switch, I was fairly impressed the boy knew to be mindful of aftercare. It was around eleven o’clock at night and I was that the point of subspace where things felt a little fuzzy and I felt a little high.
Switch smoothed some of my hair back and kissed my temple. “Do you need anything?” he asked.
“Um,” I replied, “could we eat something now?”
He started laughing. “What do you want?”
And that was how I discovered the magic that is post-subspace quesadillas.