The day started out ordinary. We were about to go shopping, and I decided to make some tea first. I was in a short skirt and a top, and while I moved around the kitchen, I could feel his eyes on me. He came up from behind, wrapped his arms around me, his hands resting on my hips before slowly sliding up my waist. I turned with a smile and asked if he wanted some tea. He said yes — but with buns, and as he said it, his hand playfully caressed my ass. I instantly understood what kind of “buns” he meant. The air between us thickened, heated, charged with tension. He pulled me closer, kissed me, and everything else faded away — the tea, the plans, the world outside. There were only our touches, soft moans, his breath at my ear. The kitchen filled not with the aroma of tea, but with pure desire. When the passion finally calmed, I looked at him, fixed my skirt, and smiled: — Well, now we can definitely go shopping.
