Well kids, let's visit one end of the spectrum before we go to the other. Enjoy!
You know what sucks...Rolling over in the morning to an empty bed . The spot where you use to be still imprinted with your figure, and the slight smell of the perfume you always wear . Sitting up, wiping the 'sleepies' out my eye , I notice the decorative pillows that (we generally have a place for) are laid all around the room . Obviously it was a little warm last night as the comforter is flipped over the end of the bed . After unwrapping my mummified self from the sheet , and practically falling in the process , I step sideways to balance myself and "Oww shit" . It appears my keys are in the pockets of the jeans I just stepped on . So now...awake... I head into the bathroom for the customary "morning relief" . Minutes later , emerging from the bathroom with a toothbrush , I figure its time to put something on . In reaching for my briefs , I cant help but notice the purple lace vicky secret bra hanging on the lamp . I smirk and stretch... looking up I notice the matching purple lace boy shorts hanging from the globe of the ceiling fan . I smirk again , saying , 'so thats where they ended up' . At this point I begin surveying the room more closely in an effort to piece last night together .
Aside from the 2 pillows on the bed , the other 4 are all over the room , I notice a trail of clothes . Its no surprise that socks appear to be the last article of clothing that came off as they're at the foot of the bed . My undershorts beside the dresser that your skirt is sitting on . "Damn she looked fantastic in that skirt" I recall . I look over and something resembling the brand new 5 button top you just couldnt help but buy is sandwiched in the chair seat cushions . Looking closer though , the 5 button top is actually missing 3 , and the the color from the chair fabric is visible on the wall . Glimpses of me ripping it off enter my mind , followed by the time we spent in the chair :) Once again , I smirk, telling myself 'gotta remember to swing by Macy's and buy her a new top , oh and some touch up paint from Lowes... Speaking of which , where is she?' And then I hear a glass break . From the sounds of it , its the wine glass that was left on the corner of the island before we left last night . Its all starting to come back to me now . I make my way downstairs and before reaching the stair landing , I smell bacon , waffle mix and blueberry muffins . Clearly , someones been up for a while . Before reaching the bottom step , I see you , wearing your favorite jersey , slightly frustrated , hair up , and saying or singing something to yourself . Your behind the marble top island , sweeping , preparing to kneel down . Seconds later you rise up and come from behind the counter to reveal the that your wearing your knee high soccer socks . ( Love those damn socks ) You see me and smile as if the sun just came out on the darkest of days and say 'goodmorning baby' then skip towards me before leaning in for a kiss . I respond , 'goodmorning gorgeous' and kiss you back.
I say ' up early huh? ' . You respond with ' i like taking care of my baby , especially after performances like last night , we should drink wine more often ' then smile..." You werent so bad yourself , do you need any help "...' no , no " help " needed ... but i could always use " something " else ' and again u smile. ' R u thirsty? '..." Orang juice "...' with champagne? '... " We have some? "...' Yup, I went to the store '..." dressed like that? "...' U have a problem with the way I'm dressed? '..." Not at all, and I'm sure no one else did either , u in high knee socks and a jersey in the grocery store at 9am I'm sure is a pleasant site . Shit , u in anything , or nothing :) is always a pleasant site "...you smile...' I didnt go like this , ass , my sweats are on the couch '. You then turn to walk away and drop a fork. ' you think I'd walk around the grocery store with just a jersey and no underwear ' . At this point you bend over to reveal your bare butt, clearly whatever it was dropped was on purpose. As I lean off the side of the chair to get a better look at your backside . You ask , ' you like what you see? ' as you turn to see me fallin out of the chair . " Always " is my response as I sit back in my chair and you walk back to the table with 1 plate, 2 forks, and 2 mimosa's..." well , maybe not that jersey but "... ' hey , you shutup abt my team ' while looking at me sternly. Before you sit , we catch each others eye , and for a brief moment , every thing stops . Then as if we could read each others mind we immediately begin kissing , I pull you closer and on top of me . You straddle me in the chair and in between long kisses you say ' something told me to get cereal '...then off comes the jersey exposing your beautiful body , ur high knee soccer socks still on, down go my shorts and then briefs and with you still straddling me I pick you up and away from the table we go . Moments later , we're treating the living room and kitchen as if they were third and fourth bedrooms only meant for 1 type of bedroom behavior . An hour later , we're laying together on the floor under a throw blanket only meant for one. You rise , go to the kitchen table , and come back with the plate. You tell me to " wait a second " , then back to the table you go to get the mimosa's , then again u say " wait " ( as if I'm a puppy learning a new trick ) and go towards the kitchen. Seconds later you return with a bowl of Captain Crunch Crunch Berries and give it to me while you take the plate back. You then lean in, kiss me, and say, 'hmm...breakfast of champions...'
Sounds pretty good right? Well the sucky part is at that very moment, the alarm went off and there I was... alone in a bed, pillows every where, blanket on the floor and a box of Captain Crunch Crunch Berries on the desk. Might as well have a bowl...
You know what sucks...Rolling over in the morning to an empty bed . The spot where you use to be still imprinted with your figure, and the slight smell of the perfume you always wear . Sitting up, wiping the 'sleepies' out my eye , I notice the decorative pillows that (we generally have a place for) are laid all around the room . Obviously it was a little warm last night as the comforter is flipped over the end of the bed . After unwrapping my mummified self from the sheet , and practically falling in the process , I step sideways to balance myself and "Oww shit" . It appears my keys are in the pockets of the jeans I just stepped on . So now...awake... I head into the bathroom for the customary "morning relief" . Minutes later , emerging from the bathroom with a toothbrush , I figure its time to put something on . In reaching for my briefs , I cant help but notice the purple lace vicky secret bra hanging on the lamp . I smirk and stretch... looking up I notice the matching purple lace boy shorts hanging from the globe of the ceiling fan . I smirk again , saying , 'so thats where they ended up' . At this point I begin surveying the room more closely in an effort to piece last night together .
Aside from the 2 pillows on the bed , the other 4 are all over the room , I notice a trail of clothes . Its no surprise that socks appear to be the last article of clothing that came off as they're at the foot of the bed . My undershorts beside the dresser that your skirt is sitting on . "Damn she looked fantastic in that skirt" I recall . I look over and something resembling the brand new 5 button top you just couldnt help but buy is sandwiched in the chair seat cushions . Looking closer though , the 5 button top is actually missing 3 , and the the color from the chair fabric is visible on the wall . Glimpses of me ripping it off enter my mind , followed by the time we spent in the chair :) Once again , I smirk, telling myself 'gotta remember to swing by Macy's and buy her a new top , oh and some touch up paint from Lowes... Speaking of which , where is she?' And then I hear a glass break . From the sounds of it , its the wine glass that was left on the corner of the island before we left last night . Its all starting to come back to me now . I make my way downstairs and before reaching the stair landing , I smell bacon , waffle mix and blueberry muffins . Clearly , someones been up for a while . Before reaching the bottom step , I see you , wearing your favorite jersey , slightly frustrated , hair up , and saying or singing something to yourself . Your behind the marble top island , sweeping , preparing to kneel down . Seconds later you rise up and come from behind the counter to reveal the that your wearing your knee high soccer socks . ( Love those damn socks ) You see me and smile as if the sun just came out on the darkest of days and say 'goodmorning baby' then skip towards me before leaning in for a kiss . I respond , 'goodmorning gorgeous' and kiss you back.
I say ' up early huh? ' . You respond with ' i like taking care of my baby , especially after performances like last night , we should drink wine more often ' then smile..." You werent so bad yourself , do you need any help "...' no , no " help " needed ... but i could always use " something " else ' and again u smile. ' R u thirsty? '..." Orang juice "...' with champagne? '... " We have some? "...' Yup, I went to the store '..." dressed like that? "...' U have a problem with the way I'm dressed? '..." Not at all, and I'm sure no one else did either , u in high knee socks and a jersey in the grocery store at 9am I'm sure is a pleasant site . Shit , u in anything , or nothing :) is always a pleasant site "...you smile...' I didnt go like this , ass , my sweats are on the couch '. You then turn to walk away and drop a fork. ' you think I'd walk around the grocery store with just a jersey and no underwear ' . At this point you bend over to reveal your bare butt, clearly whatever it was dropped was on purpose. As I lean off the side of the chair to get a better look at your backside . You ask , ' you like what you see? ' as you turn to see me fallin out of the chair . " Always " is my response as I sit back in my chair and you walk back to the table with 1 plate, 2 forks, and 2 mimosa's..." well , maybe not that jersey but "... ' hey , you shutup abt my team ' while looking at me sternly. Before you sit , we catch each others eye , and for a brief moment , every thing stops . Then as if we could read each others mind we immediately begin kissing , I pull you closer and on top of me . You straddle me in the chair and in between long kisses you say ' something told me to get cereal '...then off comes the jersey exposing your beautiful body , ur high knee soccer socks still on, down go my shorts and then briefs and with you still straddling me I pick you up and away from the table we go . Moments later , we're treating the living room and kitchen as if they were third and fourth bedrooms only meant for 1 type of bedroom behavior . An hour later , we're laying together on the floor under a throw blanket only meant for one. You rise , go to the kitchen table , and come back with the plate. You tell me to " wait a second " , then back to the table you go to get the mimosa's , then again u say " wait " ( as if I'm a puppy learning a new trick ) and go towards the kitchen. Seconds later you return with a bowl of Captain Crunch Crunch Berries and give it to me while you take the plate back. You then lean in, kiss me, and say, 'hmm...breakfast of champions...'
Sounds pretty good right? Well the sucky part is at that very moment, the alarm went off and there I was... alone in a bed, pillows every where, blanket on the floor and a box of Captain Crunch Crunch Berries on the desk. Might as well have a bowl...
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