Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
Awe, Saturday. The first day of the weekend. It passes so quickly, but there is one way to make the moment linger. I like to wake up late on Saturdays, often in a lover’s bed. Tangled between a stranger’s sheets, waking to the early afternoon sun warming my naked skin. If I’m lucky and I’ve picked my lover correctly, then he’ll be prepared to spoil me.
Brunch in bed, a delicious way to start the day. Sitting up slowly, I pull the soft covers against my naked breasts, and there it is. Just as I hoped, right where I expected. The breakfast tray is positioned diagonally at the end of the bed.
Phonesex Brunch with Felicity
It looks like a scene in a movie. A crystal vase with a single rose towering over a plate of buttered toast, bacon, and scrambled eggs. Folded neatly near the plate is a note with my name scrawled across the front. Before picking up the message, I lift the flute of orange juice and take a sip. Mmm, morning bubbles. The mimosa fills me with tingles as the bubbles zip through my veins. Soft aches from the night of feral lovemaking sting to life as I move. The bubbles sound ease those shortly.
Next, I settle back against the headboard to read my lover’s words.
“Felicity, last night was amazing. I started to make coffee and realized I was out of creamer. I’ll be back for round two, but if you wake before I return, please start brunch without me.” A giggle slipped through my lips, and my stomach groaned for the coffee he’d mentioned. I picked up a slice of perfectly crispy bacon and nibbled the savory treat while thoughts of last night replayed in my mind.
I wondered if round two would carry us through till dinner.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270