A quick look at the clock, it’s almost time, He’ll be here soon. Surveying the room, her handy work, she smiles. Candles lit, soft jazz wafting into the room,  the toys in place. She is ready.

Tonight is her gift to him, what he wants and she craves. Time for promises made to become memories. Her nipples are already hard, she knows she is wet but does not dare touch. His to explore tonight.

The living room door opens, she’s waiting near his chair. Just how he likes, what she needs. He is home, “Shall we begin, my sweet one?”