Daily Homecomings

Parts of me still get nervous before he walks through the door; my hands get clammy, I pace around the living room in anticipation of hearing his grunts while taking his steel toes off. I continually put my hair behind my ears and look at my reflection making sure I’m put together before our embrace. The nerves resolve into excitement and the realization of “holy shit, I'm so lucky and in love” hit me as the key enters the hole. It's like the energy of waking up on Christmas morning when you were younger - extremely excited, but a bit nervous because you’re not sure the one thing you wanted is there. Good thing for me, I get the gift I want everyday and it’s just as exciting time and time again.

When he walks through the door, my heart bounces off the walls of my chest, making everything in me puddle into happiness. I habitually wrap my arms around his neck while he grips my waist kissing me as passionately as Noah and Allie in the thunderstorm. He slowly releases my lips while looking deeply into my eyes that are swimming with admiration and delight that he is home.

I can never get enough, so I dive back into the universe of love that I know so well from our time being soulmates. It makes my mind hazy as the kisses continue to grow lustful, making every atom that I'm made up of turn me into the purest form of a dominatrix. Our passion consumes us completely, forgetting that we have things to accomplish by the time dinner is ready. He takes hold of me by my ass and we start our 2-step dance around the house while our tongues tie. As our dance starts to end, I always notice that the only article of clothing that we both have on is underwear. His lips confront mine one last time while I throw on his shirt that he wore to work. We double check with each other to be sure that we can last the next 3 hours without having our tongues devour any other parts of us.