Mar
25th
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He pushed his pants down and kicked them away. He stood in his socks – as much as I love the man, the sight of him in socks is not exactly his sexiest moment, and it always makes me giggle. I was still giggling as he grabbed the paring knife and started to peel an orange, one slow strip at a time.
“Aren’t you going to get undressed?” he asked. I recognized that wicked twinkle in his eye.
That’s how we wound up on the kitchen floor in the middle of the day, my husband squeezing orange juice onto my breasts and licking it off with broad sweeps of his tongue. He made a trail down my belly and licked up every drop…
This is an excerpt from another seriously sexy Wicked Ways letter, found only at For The Girls.
