At Home, with Caitlyn Post-Shower
She got home half an hour ago, complaining about stuck-up pop-tarts and long recording sessions. She slammed the door to our comparatively modest three storey home, gave me a quick-yet-passion-filled kiss, and went upstairs to drown her aches and pains in heat from a massaging showerhead. The shower started running twenty-five minutes ago and finished fifteen minutes ago.
Five minutes ago, she slowly sauntered down the stairs, relaxed beyond belief and comprehension. She casually walked into the kitchen, successfully distracting me from my cooking. My day finished hours ago, so I thought I'd cook her dinner, instead of being naughty and ordering out like we always do. She distracted me by carefully wrapping her arms around me from behind, breathing gently in my ear.
I was nearly overwhelmed by the shear sensuality that is Caitlyn. Her arms were causing tingles to run rampant throughout my body while the sweet taste of anticipation lingered on my lips. Memories of nights gone by flooded my vision as her breath made the slightest hint of sound in my sensitive ear. All this combined with the subtle scent of milk and coconut body-wash nearly drove me to the brink of insanity.
Two minutes ago, I lost my mind, and was quite happy to let it go. After toying with my ear and massaging my waist and lower back, Caitlyn decided to be impatient. She turned off the stove and lifted me into her arms.
One minute ago, our lips met, passion overloading our senses.