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Coming Home To Your Perfect Girlfriend*

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Coming Home To Your Perfect Girlfriend

I love being the perfect girlfriend. I truly enjoy pampering my man after a long day. Making him feel relaxed, refreshed, and of course, completely fucking horny for the perfect woman that went the extra mile to make him happy!

We all know of course, that I don’t have a serious boyfriend right now, but there IS a certain someone that has applied for the position! LOL. He stays with me on some nights, and on this particular day, I had received grouchy, sniping text messages off and on, complaining about his job and the people that he works with. (I have to admit, he DOES work with some pretty dumb people, it would get on my nerves after a while, too!) He called late in the evening and asked if he could come over after work,  and I said of course, you’d BETTER, so I can make you feel better!

After hanging up, I smiled a soft smile, and set about to getting things ready for my poor, frustrated man! There was a bit of a time crunch factor since he didn’t leave me much time to prepare! I was determined however, that everything would be perfect when he walked in the door!

A little while later, I heard him pull up out front, and scrambled to the living room. Positioning myself on the couch,  just so in my sexy but sweet little pink nightie, trimmed in black, with matching panties!

Looking relaxed, like I’d just been lounging there, eating bon bons and waiting for my man.  He knocked, then turned the knob and walked into the house. His mouth practically watering before he ever even saw me, at the smell homemade lasagna, baking slowly in the oven. His favorite! He smiled widely and turned to look at me, and suddenly, the words died right on his lips! He had caught sight of me in my sensual, sexy lingerie, and was suddenly speechless!

I laughed a bit, over that. He laughed with me as I got up and went to him, wrapping my arms around him like he’d been gone for 20 years instead of about 8 hours. I smelled delicious myself thanks to Christian Dior. My hair was piled on top of my head, loose whisps falling down to frame my face. Leaned my head against his shoulder, face turned towards his neck and placed soft little kisses there, and then up to his ear, murmuring softly that I am taking him to the bathroom and putting him in my huge garden tub, full of hot, steamy water.

Used to my romantic notions and surprises. He simply put his hand in mine and allowed me to lead him into the bathroom. He could now hear the water, already spilling out into the tub. His perfect girlfriend then slowly undressed him – making sure to add soft kisses in just the right places. He made a grab for me then, but I easily evaded, laughed, and pushed him towards the tub. Then he stepped into the steamy water, and I disappeared momentarily, coming back with a large bath sponge. He looked a bit uncomfortable at this point, as if this might potentially be some super-girly activity that he is gay for participating in.

Men can be so CUTE sometimes! But once I got on my knees beside the tub, dipped the sponge in the water, and started pouring the warm water down his back, such thoughts disappeared, and he let out one big happy sigh.

I softly caressed and washed every part of him before allowing him to even lean over and press his lips against mine. I was getting quite wet from all the splashing, the front of my nightie soaked and plastered to my body. Could see his adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed, staring right at my perfect breasts, licking his lips at those juicy little nipples that were sticking straight out, straining against the wet material.

I ignored his lustful looks, and stood up, unfolding a huge terry bath towel and beckoning him out of the tub. Once again, he looked almost sheepish as I wrapped him up in the towel and began to dry him off. He made another grab for me, and this time I let him hold me to him for a moment. I thought his lips would crush down on mine, and he would try to take me right there in the bathroom (damn men, always ruining your romantic notions with their brute sexuality and one-track-mindedness!). But instead, he simply buried his face between my neck and shoulder as I dried, smelling my delicate perfume and pressing his lips there.. but softly.

His arms circled me, not tightly, just in a casual, sweet embrace.

I led him back to the table, where places were already set. Then I headed off to change into a less-wet nightie. I came back in my favorite poet’s shirt, which is much more casual. Something that I know secretly makes him hotter than any Victoria’s Secret lingerie! He sighed happily when he saw me, and I knew he approved. I began to dish out salad into the bowls. Then I pulled the mammoth pan of lasagna I had made out of the oven. Eating nothing myself. I dished out a huge square of lasagna onto his plate. I happily watched him devour bite after bite, until nothing was left. He sat back, sighed, and asked me how he had gotten SO lucky.

Well. They don’t call me “The Perfect Girlfriend” for nothing!

I laughed softly, informing him that we hadn’t even STARTED in on the fun stuff yet. By the look on his face, I knew that he realized he was about to pull an all-nighter. He may not have gotten ANY sleep that night? But he certainly went to work the next morning in a MUCH better mood! That’s what an all night fuckfest with the perfect girlfriend will do for you!

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