It was a cold december evening. anaira had been waiting for her love to come back home. work, deadlines, meetings never left them with enough leisure to enjoy each other’s company. after a long hectic month, she’d managed a day off from office. and she’d planned something, something that would fill the gaps, that would revive the adventure in their relationship.
anaira was fond of chocolates and so was he. their refrigerator never ran short of them. she chose milk chocolate for the evening, kept it aside to defrost, to melt. while waiting for him, she cooked dinner, spicy enough to heat them up.
she didn’t make arrangements for music. he rather preferred the sound of her moaning, calling his name and she, the sound of his heavy breaths, his heartbeat over any romantic song. their intimacy would sing all night, she’d thought.
she had a closet full of lingerie, satin and lace, push ups, bralettes, plunge, babydolls, thongs, garters and what not. he loved shopping for her, spoiling her. she picked a black lace push up and a thong which he had bought for her a couple of weeks ago. he craved her in black and she knew that. his shirt would do the rest, she’d thought.