sammygirly: "Gawd, what a week" she sighs, entering the apartment, glad to be home and gladder still the long week is finally over. She reaches up and pulls the ties from her hair only to shake her the silken auburn mass about her shoulders. As she kicks off her practical pumps and heads for the livingroom a fine boned hand rakes through the mess, combing out the days stress. Through the livingroom she pads, her nyloned feet whispering along the hardwood floors, nimble fingers lowering to unbutton the smart jacket to reveal a white silk blouse, something she bought once on a whim. As the jacket is shrugged off and tossed casually over the couch, she makes her way still towards the kitchen, the blouse moving with her curves, the small but conservative black skirt molded to her thighs as her long legs stride. Once in the brightly lit kitchenette she pours herself a well deserved drink, a nice white wine from a bottle left over in the refridgerator. Cradling the crystal glass in her small hand she rests back against the counter, the shapely curve of her ass pressed against the marble top and lifts the wine to her lips. As the chilled liquid slips over her lips, a soft contented mewl bubbles from her throat and her eyes close, her body visibly relaxes. Her shoulders begin to slouch and as her head falls forward, she strives to push the tension from her tired muscles and place her mind in a comfortable place. Her crystal blue eyes fly open as a tiny clatter reaches her ears and she curses softly. An earring has fallen out on the floor. "Dammit, those are my diamonds" she mutters, angrily depositing the glass on the countertop with a clink. Tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear she rests a hand on the counter and bends at the waist, scanning the linoleum. Gawd, she can't lose this earring, they cost her much too much once. "Every girl needs something pretty once in a while..." she whispers, more to herself, as if justifying the expenditure as she scans the floor for her precious trinket. A gasp slips from her lips and the earring is forgotten as she feels the caress of hands on her ass, the softest slide of rough male hands exploring her displayed curves through the soft material of her skirt. A smile curls her lips and she begins to straighten, the desire to turn into the awaiting arms of the Man behind her foremost in her mind, overpowering all else. He grips her hips and pulls her back against His firm body as she stands and she covers His hands with her own, melting back against Him. "Hi Love of my life" she whispers, but His hand comes up quickly, a finger brushes her bottom lip as He nips at her earlobe, now devoid of decoration. "Shhhh" He breathes, the heat of His breath washing over her ear, sending warmth and comfort cascading over her tired body.