This Time, the Fireman Started the Fire: Part 2

I couldn't wait for him to get home!

Photo by Aidan Bartos on Unsplash

Merry Christmas, my dear readers! I wanted to give you the follow-up to my first “fiery” post as my Christmas gift! I know not many people on this platform are seeing my stuff yet, but I appreciate everyone who is checking out my stories and articles and following me! If you feel entertained by my stories or are finding my learnings from my poly journey helpful, please pass my substack around and upgrade to paid :)

If you missed part 1 you can find it here…

This Time the Fireman Started the Fire

Now for part 2…

I was eagerly waiting for you, your favourite black satin négligée barely covering my curves, glass of wine in hand, excited to continue what we’d started before you left for work this morning.

Then I got a text saying you were sorry, but there was a destructive fire, you were ok, but the shift ran late, and I shouldn’t wait up.

Disappointed but relieved you were safe and proud of the work you do, I crawled into bed and drifted off, my wet pussy ignored.

I awoke as if in a dream, shivering pleasantly, your hands running the length of my body, outlining the shape of my ample breasts and hips.