I wanted him to see what he’d been missing, so I lay there on the couch smoking my cigarette.
I met him at the station.
He’d been gone for a long time, and I missed him something terrible.
He bought me flowers and a present, but all I really wanted was him.
I knew he wanted me, and I wanted him too, but for the longest time he just stood there.
Didn’t even take his coat off.
I guess he was just thinking.
He was also looking at my bum.
I’ve got a nice bum. No wrinkles at all, as long as you don’t count that dimple, and my tits aren’t bad either.
It’s great to have him home.
I fixed the house up real nice just for him.
I want him to feel comfortable.
I wanted him to feel at home.
I ran up and jumped on him.
At first, I thought I might knock him over, but he barely moved when I landed on him.
He held me in his arms like I weighed nothin’ at all.
I was already excited but feeling his strong arms around me really got me going.
We’ve got all the time in the world so he can stand there and stare at my bum for as long as he likes.
Paintings by Jack Vettriano.