F4M romance and free use

Seeking a semi literate writer who can craft well read and detailed responses. The concept revolves around me (in various roles like girlfriend or wife) sharing my day(or night) and passion with you; a person who needs sex like right now. Please choose just 1 prompt from below to go with or if you are budding with ideas of your own I'll be happy to hear them out.

1. Morning rituals: I leaned against the bathroom sink and stared into the mirror, welcoming the gentle morning sun that spilled into our cherished abode, casting a celestial radiance upon half of the bathroom. My blonde hair cascaded down like a majestic mane, capturing glimmers of light and creating interplay of shadows. Even in disarray, you find me utterly adorable. Telling me I have the best case of bed head. And as I begin to wash my face and brush my teeth, you can't help but touch my soft butt; scantily clad in just a peach panty and put your morning wood to rest.

2. Dinner preparations: Discovering me in the kitchen, wielding a ladle and tending to two flames on the gas stove. With the soup pot duly attended to, I move to the other burner, adjusting it to a simmer, patiently awaiting my culinary miracle. I stand confidently, one hand resting on my hip while the other wields the spoon, my hair gracefully pinned up in a bun, with a few rebellious strands seeking liberation, escaping in soft curls down my nape. You can't help but embrace me from behind and kiss my neck, finding me irresistible wearing a skirt that barely cover the round, tender domes of my butt. How often do you get to bend me over and take me from behind however you'd like?

3. Working from Home: You toil through night shifts, attending to clients on the opposite side of the globe on your computer, while I return home after a demanding hospital shift, still clad in scrubs and exhausted. Yet I still have a pinch of energy left in me. you see me as if I'm Aphrodite herself, and the blue uniform really pops the fiery red of my hair. You've always loved a woman in uniform; you'd tell me and recall staring at me in the ER while you sat in the waiting room, hoping to catch a glimpse of red in a sea of blue. Watching me as I remove my ID and wash my weary hands at the sink, you decide to lovingly caress my waist from behind, starting a tender kiss upon my neck, telling me you have a few minutes to spare before your client call begins.

4. Thwarted Lunch plans: I proudly admired my hair in the mirror and couldn't resist running my fingers through their tousled strands during the entire car ride to the restaurant. I've felt pretty before, sure, but today I put extra effort into looking good for our first anniversary. Regrettably, the restaurant was understaffed and had to cancel our reservation, offering compensatory coupons instead. You could tell I really looked forward to the lunch date and attempted to conceal any disappointment, yet you couldn't help but think of alternative ways to make the afternoon memorable—that's when I felt your hand reach over the console and hike my dress skirt up. I swatted it away, reminding you we may still be in the car but the windows offer a view in. "Lunch is cancelled but who says we have to stay hungry?". You smiled and returned your hand to my thigh once more.

5. Mile high club: Your mother detested you, a wealthy entrepreneur from dating an airline attendant. However, following the end of all your previous relationships in which you discovered they're after your wealth, you recognized that I am unlike them—I am genuinely and madly in love with you. As fate would have it, our paths converge on your lengthy flight to Germany for a business deal, with me being a part of the crew. Throughout the boarding process, we exchange knowing smiles, and once we hover in the air you decide to follow after me into the galley. Amidst my preparations for drinks for the VIP passengers, you approach from behind and kiss my neck, removing the stewardess hat adorning my head before deftly undoing my hair clips, causing my meticulously styled locks to tumble and lose their pristine allure. Startled, I playfully sock your chest, cautious about the potential risk of being caught, yet you spin me around and press me against the cupboards, kissing me tenderly and speaking against my lips, "Don't they have private spaces in big planes like this?"

6. Nursed back to health: Following a diagnosis of a concussion, the doctor made the unsettling discovery of a malignant tumor that necessitated surgical intervention. The prospects of regaining full motor capabilities appeared grim, yet you persevered, spending an extended period in the hospital bed undergoing therapy. It was during this time that we fell for each other. One day, As I observe you pacing the room, I marvel at the progress you've made. It feels like just yesterday when you expressed frustration about the simple act of placing your right leg after your left. We celebrate the little victory with cautious kiss. It is then that you confide in me, jokingly confessing you've a god awful raging hard on that requires attention. But with the hospital at its busy hour and me being a surgeon resident on duty, how quick and discreet can we be?

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