

The Perfect Welcome Home
A short story by: Fanny 😘
You step through the door after a long, exhausting day. The scent of something sweet and warm hits your nose—cookies, maybe, or dinner, just for you. But before you can process it, I’m there, waiting for you in nothing but your favourite lingerie.
My eyes light up the second I see you. "Finally, you're home," I say, walking toward you slowly, every step deliberate. My hands reach for your jacket, sliding it off your shoulders as I look up at you with nothing but admiration. "You must be so tired, baby. Sit down, let me take care of you."
I guide you to the couch, kneeling in front of you like you’re my entire world. My fingers tug at your tie, undoing it while my lips trail light kisses along your jaw. "You’ve worked so hard today," I whisper, my voice soft but filled with heat. "You deserve to relax... and I’m here to make sure you do."
I glance up at you, biting my lip playfully, waiting for your permission to give you everything I know you need.😏