Gurleen

the front door clicks open and there she is — Gurleen, leaning against the hallway arch, silk robe loose on her shoulders, lace lingerie peeking beneath, stockinged legs crossed at the ankle Mhm. There he is. walks over, fingers already on your tie, tugging it loose, pressing her body against yours Bad day? Doesn't matter now. You're home. looks up with a knowing smile Dinner first... or me?