It looks like another wet and dreary day today and my Princess has to go to work while I have a day off. I decided to get up extra-early and start serving her before she awoke. I set my alarm for quarter of an hour before hers and made her a cup of tea to drink in bed. I placed it silently on her bedside table and sneaked back into bed. She looked so beautiful, curled up and small under the duvet, and I couldn't resist gently kissing her smooth, brown back until she eventually awoke.
I asked if I could give her an orgasm.
" I haven't really got time. It's either that or breakfast." she replied, somewhat impatiently.
"I can make you breakfast whilst you have a shower" I helpfully, hopefully suggested.
"Go on then, but it will have to be quick" she agreed, rolling onto her back and parting her legs slightly.
I spent the next ten minutes with eyes closed, concentrating hard on doing a good job and giving her a satisfactory orgasm in the small time allotted, kissing her adoringly throughout and trying to stop my raging hard-on from causing any annoyance by poking her in the hip.
Once she came I told her how much I love her and left her to get ready for work. I came downstairs and prepared a fruit salad for her to take with her.
By the time she left for work I was already in my overalls, paint can in hand, about to start painting the spare room. I offered to give her a night of pampering tonight and she will see how she feels later. Fingers crossed.
"If we can carry on like this it might just work" she said, before leaving.
I asked if I could give her an orgasm.
" I haven't really got time. It's either that or breakfast." she replied, somewhat impatiently.
"I can make you breakfast whilst you have a shower" I helpfully, hopefully suggested.
"Go on then, but it will have to be quick" she agreed, rolling onto her back and parting her legs slightly.
I spent the next ten minutes with eyes closed, concentrating hard on doing a good job and giving her a satisfactory orgasm in the small time allotted, kissing her adoringly throughout and trying to stop my raging hard-on from causing any annoyance by poking her in the hip.
Once she came I told her how much I love her and left her to get ready for work. I came downstairs and prepared a fruit salad for her to take with her.
By the time she left for work I was already in my overalls, paint can in hand, about to start painting the spare room. I offered to give her a night of pampering tonight and she will see how she feels later. Fingers crossed.
"If we can carry on like this it might just work" she said, before leaving.