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𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼 | 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗰𝗵𝗮

Satin, satin, satin...oh, how I admire you...the elegance and glamour you possess when your embroidery glides over my Italian skin...my snug fingers clutching the neck of its long, lustrous body...as my hips grind against your power, a pool of my essence marking you, a trail left...

In my dreams...I am a morning person, but in reality...I am more of a 5:00pm kind of person. Although sadly, caring for my wife doesn't exactly allow me to do that as it did in my early 20s. So I do everything possible to make myself a morning person, even though I'd much rather dream each and every day away...

Slipping quietly out of our soft and foamy mattress, eyeing my 'sleeping beauty' wife as she rolls over onto her tummy in her sleep, I carefully tiptoe around to her side of the bed, and lean down to press my puckered lips against her cheekbone, undistinguished and managing to not disturb her blissful slumber. After stealing the moment of blessedness, I begin silently stalking from our master bedroom, leaving to make my way toward our kitchen and beginning my morning.

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Each and every morning, whether it be a weekend or a work day, I arise at the set of dawn, giving myself time to get my morning started and relax before I envelop myself into a whole day of protecting my precious love, something I've taken into my heart since day one. Being the dominant in our marriage is something I will always hold close to my heart - I've never been the kind of woman to label herself a 'damsel in distress', in need of help or saving by someone else, especially not a man. Taking charge is what my personality revolves around; dominance, dictatorship and ownership. From the moment my eyes laid on Raidne, thoughts invaded my minds personal space, thoughts of cherishing and possession, constantly thinking to myself what my world would be like with her in the centre of it.

Little did I know, I wouldn't have to wait long to find out...

A quiet, minimal yawn escaping my gape as I trail my body into the kitchen, before pressing the small lever on the side of the kettle to prepare two perfectly piping hot morning coffees to welcome us into this summery weekend day. Whilst I continue to concoct the sweetly warm beverages, the loud heat radiating throughout the air surrounding me, Snowy, our softly-coated Turkish Angora feline, begins nuzzling his rounded head against the slope of my left calf, his lengthy and very bushy tail tickling the beginning of my kneecap. I cast an eye roll skyward, "Leave me alone, cat. We both know Raidne's the one you adore, you're just buttering me up so I'll give you those cat biscuits you love." unsurprisingly, Raidne was the one who insisted we get a cat when we moved in together, eager to acquire a feline friend to confide in. 'We won't be a proper family unless we get a pet, Luci!'. As you can imagine, I wasn't as keen on the idea, but anything to make my girl smile, which is a sentence I find myself saying more than often...

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Using my quietest footsteps imaginable, I lead my body to cast an ogle onward which approaches my lustrous and peacefully still bride, leaning my shoulder against the open doorway of our bedroom, standing across from my dreaming spouse, who gracefully murmurs light babbles within her deep slumber.

Isn't my wife just the cutest?

Before I know it, a raucous noise is devised by my pretty little wifey as she stretches her short and freckled arms above her head longingly, resting them against the pillow above her skull in tiredness before she notices me grinning across the way from her lounging body. "Well, well, well...look who's awake..." my devious smirk engenders Raidne to produce her own much more shy and girlish one, a light giggle departing her little mouth before rolling onto her belly, hugging the pillow close to her face. Following a miniature ponder of her sleepyhead state, I step over to her and press several smooches to her hidden face, which creates a schoolgirl giggle from her throat as she attempts to dodge my efforts. Placing her mug of coffee on her bedside table, "Good morning, principessa...I've made your coffee, make sure you drink some of it before you come through to the kitchen. I want you out of bed in the next ten minutes." and with that, I stroll back the way I came, giving my languorous wife the chance to openly welcome another new day as a spouse into her life...