Under The Moonlight
Love Stories
My Love allowed a power nap for yours truly since being unable to sleep last night, reliving the horrors of the season-ending loss. The sweet kisses of a Princess awaken me.
“Hey there, beautiful. Come cuddle me,” I say.
She lays her warm body against mine. We are face-to-face. I stroke her golden locks and get lost in those dreamy eyes. She takes my face in her delicate hands; we softly kiss lips only.
My love speaks: “I made us French bread pizza. Are you hungry?” She asked.
“I can always eat.”
“Baby, come on.”
She takes my hand, and I follow. Charlotte has changed clothes, wearing a dark blue halter top and Carolina blue booty shorts. I call them booty shorts because of the way they hug the succulent body part.
As we climb the stairs, her top reveals white panties. I conclude they must be thongs because both of her cheeks are on full display. No material covers them.
“Have a seat, honey. I will bring out the food.”
She directs me to the family room couch. I can’t look away; each twist of her hips reverberates to those exposed cheeks, which jiggle with each step. She returns, holding a serving tray.
