(Description about the story is in the pages section below)
Part 1:
"Here, done", i say putting the lipstick down on the dresser. "Will be out there in a moment", he replies from inside the bathroom. I am standing in front of the long full-length mirror in our bedroom. "So lets...", he halts mid sentence when he sees me in the mirror. His expression changes. There is an appreciative smile on his lips. He walks slowly and steadily towards me. And comes to stand behind me facing the mirror. Our eyes meet in the mirror. Gone is the anger from his eyes about our argument earlier. His expression now is clearly of lust and desire. Looking at his expression, something inside me melts. It is very hot when your husband has such raw lust in his eyes for you. I forget all the tension, the anger which was there in me towards him. Right now, all i care about is his touch. His fingers, his tongue... Oh i have to stop myself from going there. We have to be at his parents' place in 15 minutes. But how are you supposed to ignore that raw sensual desire in his eyes. I am longing for his touch. I want him. Now. He teases me with his eyes. Not touching me at all. He is standing so close to me. I can feel the heat of his body. I can feel him breathing. But why cant he just touch me. "So you want me to touch you?", he asks. His voice clearly ringing with mischief. I nod because thats all i can manage right now. He just looks at me in the mirror without making any attempts to touch me. I can see that he is enjoying himself. Torturing me like this. After what felt like an eternity, he finally says "i would make love to you right now, but i love teasing you. And after that nasty argument, i think i am gonna enjoy doing this." Saying this he cooly walks out of the bedroom. Leaving me hanging.
To be continued...
Part 1:
"Here, done", i say putting the lipstick down on the dresser. "Will be out there in a moment", he replies from inside the bathroom. I am standing in front of the long full-length mirror in our bedroom. "So lets...", he halts mid sentence when he sees me in the mirror. His expression changes. There is an appreciative smile on his lips. He walks slowly and steadily towards me. And comes to stand behind me facing the mirror. Our eyes meet in the mirror. Gone is the anger from his eyes about our argument earlier. His expression now is clearly of lust and desire. Looking at his expression, something inside me melts. It is very hot when your husband has such raw lust in his eyes for you. I forget all the tension, the anger which was there in me towards him. Right now, all i care about is his touch. His fingers, his tongue... Oh i have to stop myself from going there. We have to be at his parents' place in 15 minutes. But how are you supposed to ignore that raw sensual desire in his eyes. I am longing for his touch. I want him. Now. He teases me with his eyes. Not touching me at all. He is standing so close to me. I can feel the heat of his body. I can feel him breathing. But why cant he just touch me. "So you want me to touch you?", he asks. His voice clearly ringing with mischief. I nod because thats all i can manage right now. He just looks at me in the mirror without making any attempts to touch me. I can see that he is enjoying himself. Torturing me like this. After what felt like an eternity, he finally says "i would make love to you right now, but i love teasing you. And after that nasty argument, i think i am gonna enjoy doing this." Saying this he cooly walks out of the bedroom. Leaving me hanging.
To be continued...
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