I can dress myself, sure, but there’s just something sexy about the way she gets me ready for our date.  Lying on the king-size bed while she fills a hot bath for me.  Her hands scrubbing every inch of my body, then toweling me dry with the biggest, fluffiest bath sheet.  A touch of Creed cologne on my chest.  Sliding my boxers and suit pants on in one smooth motion, then letting her take over again.  Feeling her reach around me to pull my white dress shirt over my broad shoulders.  Enjoying the attention she gives each button as she buttons each one, working her way up from my waist, across my chest, to my neck.  Her fingers gently attaching my cuff links, one and then the other.  The feeling of her soft, tiny hands on my chest as she slowly ties my tie.  Her hot breath on my neck as she smooths the collar on my shirt.  Gazing down at her on her knees in front of me as she ties my polished black Italian wingtip shoes.  Helping her to her feet, her nearly naked body in front of me as I stand above her fully dressed and ready for our date.  Leaning over and kissing her sweetly, silently thanking her before she scampers off to pull on her tight black dress and 6” heels.  Her tight little body sheathed in a thin black dress displayed for my approval.  Turning provocatively in front of me, flashing me, teasing me, aching visibly for my approval.

I stand, grabbing her and pulling her to me, pressing my lips against hers to show her how I approve.  Tonight she is mine.  Every night, she is mine… And always, I’m hers.

(Source: wejumptogether, via prettygirlsandbourbon)