Glamour Shots, Chapter 22 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 22

... husbands are supposed to be. Really, I do understand the reasons, even if I’m not too keen on the way it was presented.” I kissed her neck and nuzzled her, and she turned so that we could exchange a kiss…with a bit of tongue thrown in for good measure. “So anyway, back to your new hair style…” She giggled. “That’s a weird way to say it!” “Everything about this is kind of surreal, truth be told. Why don’t you just surprise me?” “Really? You don’t care?” “Of course I care, but it is your own personal genitalia we’re talking about here, so it should be your decision. Nobody will ever see it except you and me. And Derek… and anyone else that’s in the room when he’s shooting. Dang, I’m never going to get used to this, am I?” She laughed softly. “I hope not! I hope it doesn’t go on that long.” “Me too. Bed time?” “Yes. I’m exhausted, thanks to you.” We started to separate and sit up, preparing to head for bed. “Here, climb on, I’ll carry you upstairs.” She giggled, but climbed on my back as I sat on the edge of the sofa, and I carried her up to our bedroom, piggy-back style, leaving our clothes strewn about the living room. We did all the obligatory bed-prep things like brushing teeth and all without speaking much, and crawled into bed. We were awake long enough after that to kiss each other goodnight, but that was about all. We both slept the sleep of the dead, utterly exhausted. I’d been worried that I might lay awake, stewing about Derek again, but I didn’t. Maybe I should have.