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Now a closed thread (for now at least) for myself and [Wanton and wet]. By all means, enjoy and make comments in messages if you so wish.
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IC:
James stretched out in bed, sighed deeply and smiled. He reached out to touch the hair of the woman lying next to him and she smiled at his touch. This was going to be a good day, he told himself. He stretched again, his masculine, toned body tensing then relaxing, another sigh escaping his lips. Victoria stirred and moved closer to him, kissing him gently on the lips then deeply, passionately, moving her hand up to run her fingers through his tousled, longish hair.
“Happy Birthday, love” she whispered, smiling and nestling close to him. James kissed her forehead and closed his eyes. It was a little while before they moved from their comfy embrace and pulled back the curtains of their large bedroom to let the morning sunlight illuminate the room. James put on a long robe and made some breakfast whilst Victoria washed and then joined him in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling at him playfully. “Come on” she smiled, “come and open your presents, honey”. They sat together on the bed, as James looked through cards and gifts from friends and family. Victoria decided to give her gifts last, and she seemed more excitable than usual and as James opened each one. Soon, they were lying entwined on the bed, surrounded by wrapping paper.
Victoria had been promising him a special day for the pervious few days, and as far as James was concerned, she had already made it so. “You’ve been extravagant this year honey” he said as he ran a ringer slowly across her shoulder. She joked with some comment about expecting the same for her birthday, and turned to kiss him again. Another minute passed before she sat up and clicked her fingers in mock exasperation. “Of course... I almost forgot your most important present!” She left the room and James heard her go into the hallway, to the cupboard they used for coats and jackets.
He chuckled to himself. He knew Victoria well; there was no way she had forgotten anything at all. It must be a present she was pleased with or proud of.
She returned with a plain black gift back, smiling ear to ear. Mark recognized it as from a local designer boutique – she really was spoiling him he though.
“This is something special” she told him, a glint entering her eye. She sat next to him, watching his face intently as he unfolded the top of the bag and looked in. What he saw inside didn’t seem to make any sense. All he saw was a collection of lingerie.
“Sorry honey” he said, passing it back to her. “This is your stuff, is there another bag around?” Suddenly Victoria wasn’t smiling any more. Her arms were folder across her chest, her breasts pressed together slightly in her black vest top. She met James’ gaze steadily.
“There’s no mistake” she said slowly and sternly. “It’s all for you”.
After a slight pause, James started to laugh. “You’re joking” he said, reaching out to tickle her. “You had me going for a…” He was cut short as Victoria’s hand shot out to slap his own hand away from her.
“I am NOT joking” she snarled, pressing her face close to his and pausing after each word.
Now a closed thread (for now at least) for myself and [Wanton and wet]. By all means, enjoy and make comments in messages if you so wish.
___________________________________________________________________
IC:
James stretched out in bed, sighed deeply and smiled. He reached out to touch the hair of the woman lying next to him and she smiled at his touch. This was going to be a good day, he told himself. He stretched again, his masculine, toned body tensing then relaxing, another sigh escaping his lips. Victoria stirred and moved closer to him, kissing him gently on the lips then deeply, passionately, moving her hand up to run her fingers through his tousled, longish hair.
“Happy Birthday, love” she whispered, smiling and nestling close to him. James kissed her forehead and closed his eyes. It was a little while before they moved from their comfy embrace and pulled back the curtains of their large bedroom to let the morning sunlight illuminate the room. James put on a long robe and made some breakfast whilst Victoria washed and then joined him in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling at him playfully. “Come on” she smiled, “come and open your presents, honey”. They sat together on the bed, as James looked through cards and gifts from friends and family. Victoria decided to give her gifts last, and she seemed more excitable than usual and as James opened each one. Soon, they were lying entwined on the bed, surrounded by wrapping paper.
Victoria had been promising him a special day for the pervious few days, and as far as James was concerned, she had already made it so. “You’ve been extravagant this year honey” he said as he ran a ringer slowly across her shoulder. She joked with some comment about expecting the same for her birthday, and turned to kiss him again. Another minute passed before she sat up and clicked her fingers in mock exasperation. “Of course... I almost forgot your most important present!” She left the room and James heard her go into the hallway, to the cupboard they used for coats and jackets.
He chuckled to himself. He knew Victoria well; there was no way she had forgotten anything at all. It must be a present she was pleased with or proud of.
She returned with a plain black gift back, smiling ear to ear. Mark recognized it as from a local designer boutique – she really was spoiling him he though.
“This is something special” she told him, a glint entering her eye. She sat next to him, watching his face intently as he unfolded the top of the bag and looked in. What he saw inside didn’t seem to make any sense. All he saw was a collection of lingerie.
“Sorry honey” he said, passing it back to her. “This is your stuff, is there another bag around?” Suddenly Victoria wasn’t smiling any more. Her arms were folder across her chest, her breasts pressed together slightly in her black vest top. She met James’ gaze steadily.
“There’s no mistake” she said slowly and sternly. “It’s all for you”.
After a slight pause, James started to laugh. “You’re joking” he said, reaching out to tickle her. “You had me going for a…” He was cut short as Victoria’s hand shot out to slap his own hand away from her.
“I am NOT joking” she snarled, pressing her face close to his and pausing after each word.
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