It was a cold winter morning and she stood in the window watching the flakes slowly cover what once was a perfect yard and matching driveway. As the crackling of the fireplace separates the silence from her thoughts she begins to daydream about the events of the night before. When he came to visit she was in the house just watching TV. Her show just went to commercial and she was going to her snack out of the refrigerator strawberries and whipped cream. She grabbed the basket of strawberries and went to reach for the whipped cream just as soon as she touched the container she felt a slap on her ass she turned so fast she almost dropped the basket of strawberries. When she turned no one was there. Boy stop!! Come in here, give me a kiss! He yelled back, “No, you come greet me at the door.” Ok, she replied as she grabbed the whipped cream and shut the refrigerator door. As she goes around the corner she doesn’t see him anywhere she looked out the front door, in the kids’ room and in the dining area…. He finally come out from behind the door and grabs her from behind and embraces her with a sensitive kiss on the neck. “Boy do not play with me like that you almost got beat up.” she says as she turns to face him. He grabs her hand and turns her again as if they were on a ballroom dance floor she spins, as she complete her second revolution he kisses her no intentions just a simple kiss to let her know he cares and he’s there for her… after the kiss they shared strawberries and she woke up cuddled up with her pillow… The morning AFTER... what's next people?
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