Last night I had dinner with a friend at an old Gramercy Park institution: Le Petite Auberge. They made their famous chocolate souffle for us--incredibly delicious. If you wonder how a woman who indulges in rich desserts stays in her size 2 jeans--Walking! Manhattan, the leanest of the city's boroughs, is also the walking capitol of America where we stride determinedly through muggy summer days. That brings me to Kimmie, a woman who clearly knows a thing or two about great indulgences and working up a sweat.
Once again, with great pride and pleasure, here's SexyPrime's own Kimmie--
Dirty Little Secret, part twenty-six
She was a wet noodle, way past al dente, lying splayed on the floor. She was vaguely aware of the cool hardwoods under her face and legs. They felt nice. He seemed to have left her, because she didn’t feel him anywhere, but that was okay. He’d come back. She was in his foyer, barely a foot from the front door. He’d at least have to step over her if he wanted to get out.
She thought dimly that maybe she ought to get up, but if he was fine to leave her here, she was fine to stay for a bit. Her legs had done overtime keeping her upright while he did what he did to her. They deserved a rest.
That had been an intense experience. Really good sex was even better than a ninety minute massage, she thought. That was amazing, too, but good sex relaxed the insides as well as the outside. Not to mention the brain. She smiled drunkenly, her cheek against the floor, amused at her own inability to think coherently. She just wanted to enjoy the buzz humming through her whole body.
She heard noises in the kitchen, then felt the vibration of his steps coming toward her. She squinted one eye open to see his feet coming toward her around the corner.
“Sit up,” he said, squatting next to her head. She pushed up on one elbow. He hooked his hand under her arm and helped her sit. The floor was nice and cool on her bare ass now, too. He handed her a glass of water. Thoughtful man.
She took a sip as he disappeared again. She leaned against the wall, drinking more. There was a window across from her, streaming the afternoon sun in strips through the blinds. They were mostly closed, she noticed. Someone would have to be snooping pretty close to see in, although it could be done. They’d have gotten an eyeful a few minutes ago for sure.
He came back around the corner with an armful of pillows, dumping them on the floor in front of her. He took the glass from her and walked away again into the kitchen. Pillows? she thought. Maybe he did plan to leave her here and wanted to make sure she was comfortable. She grinned at that thought. She didn’t really think that was his plan, but she could certainly take a nap right here with a nice pillow under her head. With that sun streaming in and the cool floor under her, she could take a lovely nap.
She was still grinning as he came back around the corner again. He leaned over and stacked several of the pillows on top of each other, leaving one by itself slightly behind. Strange, she thought. Maybe we’re playing blocks, but with pillows. She reached for the last one to pile it on top of the others.
“Leave that,” he said, unzipping his pants. He pointed to the pile. She looked at him dumbly, not sure what was happening. He pointed to the pile again.
“Face down,” he said.
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