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Swish...swish...swish...the dangling trails of liquid gold beg to be tugged, directed by a forceful palm of dominance...tug, tug, tug...the exposure of my silken, arced throat through the sunlights gaze...a deeper-than-periwinkle, plumy graze marking my neck, a devil amongst a field of daffodils...

My lustrous, shiny-golden hued locks drizzle around my face's brink, making it disappear behind them whilst disarming the curtain before-formed by thick strands of my silken hair tucked behind my curved ear bridges. "Mmm mm mmm, mm mmm mm mmm..." solemnly humming to myself, I drag my sharpened nails through the overlong, diffused bright curls softly exuding out of my scalp. Throughout the time I constantly repeat the same comforting, gently applied movements, my cloud-white feline purringly nuzzles his head against my exposed, rounded kneecap peeking out below my skirt.

"Hey there, Snowy." fingers ditching the smoothened, exceeding threads of amber I once tangled with, I reach down to caress my animals furry, thinly sliced ears, my oval-cut nail plates which are painted a lushly, red liquorice shade, lightly scratching the skinny softened slopes to where his ears meet his cloud-like, albino haired head, the pulpily non-tensile shiver of purrs filling my own ear drums as they cut through the warmly bulk air of mine and my wife's office space.

Bending downward toward my feline creature, I curl my palms underneath Snowy's scrawny, angular belly, before hoisting him upward for him to circle his tiny, kitten-like body on my lap, which he does, finding his safe-place upon my sleep-worthy, thick thighs. The quietened moment of tranquil solidity becomes fleetingly adjourned, breaking through the soft trance by a close-to-silent ding caused by the sleek, elevator shaft that slowly zooms up the length of the apartment building, ending its blissfully silent journey with the lightest noise known to womankind.

A delighted, childlike grin is the happy consequence after eyeing my partner from far away, several inconsiderate foot-long distances putting unwanted space between myself, and my newly arrived wife, who remains stood inside the tall, silvery shaft of travel, a confident hand gripping one of her curvy, broad hips, another holding her onxy phone single-handedly, mindlessly scrolling by the softened, flat pad of her thumb, a cocky smirk to match my demure and excited childish one, the identity as to who's the one in charge out of the two of us in our small family becoming certainly clear to any outside observers. A squeal of euphoria squeezes out of my tight throat, my rabbit-like bouncy legs happily, yet quietly banging into the wooden flooring, obvious joy spread across either side of my face.

Clapping my hands in floods of revelling ebullience, I noisily belt my wife's nickname across our apartment in a childish manner, catching her attention when I do, having her eyes on me the one thing I find myself wanting. "Luci, Luci, Luci!" the beautifully stunning woman, who I'm oh-so excited to see, strides toward my body, shyly sat in a comfort stance of my hands fumbling at my lap, cerulean crystallised pupils daringly fluttering up to steal a risky glance at my wife, who's edging closer and closer to me with each stride of amenability.

After what seems like miles crossed using the two long and sturdy, wooden-like lower limbs to carry her curvy and broadened body across the open space of our apartment's living space, heels boisterously click-clacking along the grey floorboards, the ear-piercing pandemonium becoming progressively louder, until they come to a complete stop, ending in front of my northbound toes. Entirely peaking my head toward the sky, Snowy leaping off my lap as I'm most sure he easily read the excitable atmosphere the room now owns. Using the sharp, pearly-white canines hidden behind my pink, pouty lips, I manage to scrape the skin below my lower strip of rosy-shaded flesh, a timorous, reserved look usually fitted onto my face's landscape.

"Hi..." I repeat the look once again after spilling the chaste word from my mouth, my wife's face continuing to uphold the grin of mischief, especially whilst creating an action of love and affectionate kindness by quickly but securely wrapping her vigorously lustreless arms around my back, one reaching low to curve underneath my backside, spinning in a repetitive circle with my smaller, meekly shaped anatomy in her dependably taut capture, eventually slowing down in the vast movements and ending it by lowering herself into my desk chair, and i adjust myself to compliantly fit into the small dip between her thighs, and tucking my legs so my feet press against my bum.