On the carpeted floor of my living room, I lie atop a mound of over-sized black and grey feather stuffed pillows in my D sized black lace bra and thong. What lies beneath, my most tender parts barely visable by the naked eye through the lacey mesh. My legs lay together one on top of the other leaning slightly to the left. My fitted black satin knee-high heels zip up fitting my legs and feet perfectly; they rest against the floor slanting just past the end of the pillows I lay upon. I glance over at the small pink bow peeking out of the exposed top right side of my shoe by my knee, my favorite detail of this pair of shoes. My light brown wavey hair draped over my left shoulder touches the pillows below me. I can feel the smoothness of my locks on my exposed shoulder. My green eyes widen and my white skin blushes slightly upon the sound of his footsteps drawing dear. My lips, soft and damp as I have just licked them; the fruity taste of my pale pink gloss lingering on my tongue. My senses hightened; it smells a mixture of leather from the couch behind me, fresh carpet, and vanilla – strange I know. The TV is playing from somewhere in the background; soft murmurs are heard, both male and female voices but that is not the focus.