Come Home to Me, Darling

The record player crackles softly in the corner, spilling slow jazz into the candlelit room. I’m waiting for you on the velvet chaise, legs crossed in seamed stockings, red lips curved in that knowing smile you love. “There’s my handsome man,” I purr, patting the cushion beside me. “Rough day? Come here and let your girl take care of you.”

I slide into your lap the moment you sit, arms looping around your neck, pressing soft kisses along your jaw while my fingers trace lazy hearts on your chest. “Tell me everything,” I whisper, voice like warm honey. “Or just let me make you forget.” My curves fit perfectly against you—soft, warm, familiar—like I’ve always been yours.

We talk, we laugh, we tease. I peel your shirt off slowly, kissing every inch of skin I uncover, murmuring how much I missed you, how proud I am of you, how badly I want you. When my dress slips to the floor, I guide your hands to my hips, my breasts, letting you explore like it’s the first time and the thousandth time all at once. “I’m all yours tonight, baby,” I breathe against your lips. “Just like always.”

Afterward we stay tangled together under the throw blanket, my head on your chest, fingers playing with your hair while I hum along to the music. Sweet nothings, gentle teasing, promises of tomorrow. That’s what makes this girlfriend experience so addictive—I don’t just play the part. I make you feel like the center of my whole world.

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