A Sexy Mess

A woman is the most sexiest when she tries the least. A messy bun being held up by a pin, strands of your hair falling across your cheeks. A large shirt that is threadbare and displays your bra-less breasts at their best. You are wearing a pair of cutoffs that hug the cheeks of your behind and your feet are bare.

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You are laying on your stomach across the couch, your pink feet folded behind you and your head is resting on your hand. You are deeply engrossed in a book, a book that is so hot you are idly biting your lip. Perhaps my book?

You don't notice the handsome man you married standing at the door watching as you twirl a lock of hair around your finger. You don't notice when he walks up behind and stairs down at your pert bottom.

You jump as you feel his finger trace up the back of your thigh, your heart begins to race and you turn your head to look at him. He grabs the little knot of hair at the top of your head. "No," he says deeply, you can hear the desire in his voice "Keep reading."

You stare at the pages of your book, but you are unable to concentrate, you feel his lips press against the back of your knee. You breathe catches in your throat, your thighs stiffen as he trails up smooth flesh until he reaches the edge of the cut offs. You make a noise of want as you feel his hand release your hair and so very gently smooth its way down your back.

You know how this story ends. You know what happens. Being a sexy mess always has it's advantages.