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my hips, and I knew that when he smelt the bacon and the coffee and came into the kitchen, he’d see a pair of long legs disappearing and be instantly aroused. I knew what view he would be admiring, and it wasn’t out the window.</p><p id="1c77">Men! So transparent.</p><p id="c028">I heard him behind me as I bent low over the stovetop, and turned to him.</p><p id="1160">“Honey, make love to me right now!”</p><p id="6f17">His eyes lit up and it was like someone had pulled his cord and brought him to instant roaring life.</p><p id="1b2d">Right there on the kitchen table. I had a thought for the tablecloth and the condiments, but no time to do anything about them. I wrapped my legs around and held him tight.</p><p id="ed9b">When he finished

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and had words, he kissed me. “Wow! What was that about, sweetie?”</p><p id="b931">“Oh, I broke the egg-timer.”</p><p id="b13f"><b><i>Britni</i></b></p><p id="a000"><i>More unclad Britni:</i></p><div id="ad83" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/nudity-clause-f06d16946c8b"> <div> <div> <h2>The Nudity Clause</h2> <div><h3>Act One, Obscene One</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*JdqPZgincNuUclSi6VbvPg.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Making Love and Soft-Boiled Eggs

Getting the morning exactly right

Brekky (CC image by Herry Lawford)

Morning in Mornington. Holiday house down on the Peninsula, the sun sparkling off the water of Port Phillip Bay, a ship heading up to Melbourne, the blue sky promising a perfect day ahead.

I was making breakfast, hair tousled, wearing just his shirt. It came down over my hips, and I knew that when he smelt the bacon and the coffee and came into the kitchen, he’d see a pair of long legs disappearing and be instantly aroused. I knew what view he would be admiring, and it wasn’t out the window.

Men! So transparent.

I heard him behind me as I bent low over the stovetop, and turned to him.

“Honey, make love to me right now!”

His eyes lit up and it was like someone had pulled his cord and brought him to instant roaring life.

Right there on the kitchen table. I had a thought for the tablecloth and the condiments, but no time to do anything about them. I wrapped my legs around and held him tight.

When he finished and had words, he kissed me. “Wow! What was that about, sweetie?”

“Oh, I broke the egg-timer.”

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