Nothing quite like when she steps out of the bathroom at night; fresh and soft in her skimpy nighties – nothing underneath…hair worn long and perfumed and of course, that smile…

Such a sight to behold. Knocks the breath out of me every time. An angel of beauty; a comfort on cold nights.

And when she lay close, her skin suggestively brushing mine, her words soft and seductive…melodious like the lullaby of Nightingales.

Her fingers tracing the hairline on my chest…her over-powering fragrance…

Suddenly the evil fatigue of the day like an avalanche comes crashing down and I SLEEP!

Malcolm.

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