Just snippets of my daily daydreams about my Prince and I. Both take place in the bedroom...yup, knowing me and my dirty mind, that's where it will all take place. ;-)
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Pretty Feet
I looked at our feet, toes wiggling, resting side by side at the foot of the bed. One pair was very manly, full of veins, a littly chubby, with chubby toes and with quite thick skin at the heel. It isn't a beautiful sight. Another pair has fair skin, quite sexy, all meaty on the right parts, and with a deep arch where it is needed. A beautiful ankle to boot accompanies it. Now that is pretty.
Scooting forward to take a closer look, I gather the sheets towards my chest for more cover and looked again. Then, sat up, careful not to let the blanket fall and let the rainy morning cool breeze hit any part of the naked me, I reached out and pinched one beautiful foot, hard.
"Ouch!" a shout from the newly awakened owner of the pair. "What are you doing?" a pair of beautiful hazel eyes is looking accusingly at me, while I tried my best to pretend innocence.
"Nothing." I said, softly, finally snuggling closer to his warm body, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulled the blanket over us. I sighed, as he let me in the circle of his arms.
"Go back to sleep, it's only 6 in the morning." he whispered, his fingers in my hair, and with a kiss on my forehead, he prepared to go back to sleep.
"I realized something this morning." I mumbled sleepily through his chest.
"What?" he asked drowsily, fighting to stay awake.
I closed my eyes, sleep finally coming near and said, "I have ugly, manly feet."
Damn that man with the girly feet. We didn't get any sleep. He was convulsed with laughter until lunchtime.
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Awakened
I opened one eye slightly, still heavy with sleep. And was met with twinkling blue eyes and a gorgeous smile, just four inches from my face. "Gah!"
"I've been watching you sleep." he smiled, probably feeling proud of himself for doing something sickeningly sweet for the first time in the four months that we've been together.
"Watching me sleep?" I repeated, a little slow on the uptake since I was rudely awakened.
"Yep." that smile of his should be outlawed somewhere to prevent causing hysteria to affected women like me.
"And?" I didn't realize I was holding my breath for the compliment I was sure to hear. I smiled warmly at him, reaching out to run my fingers through his soft, wavy brown hair.
"You snore, Love." He quickly jumped from the bed at lightning speed, and ran to the adjoining bathroom as a pillow hit the closed door hard.
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More to come...Breakfast, TV, and Movie Date.
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