This little ficlet came into being in response to a comment made by a very wise reader about Guy reading bed time stories.....hmmm, methinks there will be more.
Bedtime Story #1: What's in a Number?
"Marian," Guy said in his deep, seductive voice, "this author has quite a description of my....my..," Guy stammered, blushing red to the roots of his black hair as he sat on the edge of their bed..
Marian kneeled up in the bed behind him, her tender breasts pressing into the muscled hardness of his back, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and nuzzled his neck, her body soft and warm from the toasty, fur covered bed.
Marian placed her chin on his left shoulder and said, "My love, let me see what she has written." Guy held the book so Marian could see and pointed with his long, slender finger to the passage. Her eyes widened as she read.
When she finished, she hugged him tightly and said softly into his ear, "You must find the author, Guy. She has seriously underwritten how," she paused, "manly you truly are."
Guy turned and smiled. He pressed her gently back to the bed, covered her with his body and trailed kisses along her neck. He supported himself on his left forearm as he kissed her throat, his right hand cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her lips.
Marian moaned and, as she felt his hardening length against her, asked softly, "Why on earth do they think that 6'2" is your height?" She never heard his response as he slipped inside her.
Fini
