For Jacob’s birthday, we’d begin the day with me serving him breakfast in bed, with me wearing a very tiny frilly apron that barely covers my modesty and a very cheeky smile. Once he’s finished eating, I place the breakfast tray to one side and straddle him on the bed, whilst he gawps at me in my barely-there outfit. “Prepare yourself for a day full of being spoiled completely rotten, Mr Frye,” I whisper huskily into his ear. “Just wait until you see what other surprises I have in store for you!”
An hour or so later, the pair of us are collapsed in a sweaty tangled mess on the bed, after a long session of glorious morning sex. But the day has only just begun…
We head out to lunch, followed by a romantic stroll through the park, arms around each other as we snuggle to keep warm from the fresh November air, before we head back to our place where I give him a good rub-down with a relaxing massage with aromatherapy oils.
“Oh yes, oh yes, right there… mmmm that’s so good!” Jacob groans as my knuckles knead into his back and shoulders, relieving him of all that tension. “Enjoying yourself, birthday boy?” I purr as I lean into his ear, running my sticky hand down his back and giving his bum a squeeze.
“Oh… you bet I am!” he growls in response.
The evening arrives, and I cook him a delicious meal, accompanied by a bottle of Prosecco, soft music, and candles to set the mood- an occasion for which I have changed into a slinky evening dress, his favourite one he loves me wearing.
After dinner, we head into the lounge, light the logs on the fireplace and pour ourselves another glass.
“Are you ready for your cake, Mr Frye?”
I return from the kitchen with the cake, now wearing a stunning matching bra, panty and suspender set in red satin trimmed with black lace, complete with seamed stockings and shiny black heels. Jacob gasps when he sees me, eyes widening as he licks his lips ravenously.
“Mmm-mmmmmmnn,” he whistles. “Delicious… and I’m not talking about the cake, either,” he adds with a suggestive waggle of the eyebrows.
“Make a wish, birthday boy,” I reply with an alluring smile as I place the cake on the coffee table before him.
“Mmm, I think all of my wishes already came true, love!” he smirks as he blows out the candles. “But, I think I may be able to conjure up one little desire I’d like you to fulfil…”
I eagerly await his request, knowing by the dark gaze in those hazel eyes and the sinful tone of his voice that it’s going to be very, very naughty…
“Well… after I’ve… unwrapped my beautifully wrapped present,” he continued, pulling me onto his lap and trailing his hands over my satin-clad figure, “I would love very much for you to serve me some of that cake on that most exquisite body of yours…”
Biting my lip seductively, I give him a saucy wink. “Your wish, Mr Frye, is my command!”
Confessed by @thank-god-its-fryeday