Tidy up

As I pick up her heels and move them over to the doorway, I notice her leather jacket had been left a bit crooked on its peg, I sigh as I place her heels down by the rest of her shoes, before standing back up to fix her jacket, it was a 1 year anniversary gift I had recently bought for Kyla, so I had to make sure to keep it in good condition - It was expensive too! Setting me back about 600 dollars, but at least it made her feel happy, although in all fairness that wasn’t the only reason I’d picked it out for her, seeing as I was also in love with the way it looked on her, what with the silver zippers, and shiny buckle which stretched across her belly, keeping the jacket nice and tight around her perfect midriff, it was the kind of leather jacket which made a girl look extra sexy in that femme fatale way, and I knew now that I was definitely into that. What’s more the style suited her, and was the perfect accessory to wear over her office clothes during cold weather. Although I suppose she was getting too hot today? I think to myself, it’s a bit strange considering that we’re in the cold season now - maybe she’s coming down with something?

As I adjust the jacket on its peg I suddenly feel my hand brush against a wet slimy liquid… what the hell was that? Gross! I go to take a closer look, only to realise that the back of her pristine leather jacket had been covered in the stuff!

What the fuck? I think to myself, moving to inspect the mysterious whitish liquid a bit closer, when suddenly I hear Kyla calling for me from the other room.

“What is it babe?” I ask, still absorbed in fixing the jacket. I hear soft footsteps from the other room before the door opens, “what are you looking at?” she calls out softly from behind me, snapping me out of my trance. “I turn around with a question about her jacket on the tip of my tongue, only to be me with a very revealing Kyla in nothing but a towel, her perky bare breasts exposed in front of my face. My thoughts go blank. “Ummm… your boobs” I say like the idiot I am, before giving her a probably - no a definitely goofy smile. She laughs at my response, playfully moving to cover her chest with one hand. I reach out to grab it but she darts away to the bedroom - it’s a chase! At this point I couldn’t care less about a messy jacket, I chase after her teasing lithe form, as she giggles and throws pillows at me, dodging my clumsy attempts at subjugation. Before I finally pounce on her, pinning her down enjoying the way she play fights and struggles - right up until her knee manages to catch me in the balls that is. “Fuckkkk!” I groan in pain, as she struggles out of my loose grip and shoves me off - unaware of the grievous damage she just caused. “Not so tough after all are you!” Kyla exclaims as she celebrates her newfound liberation, seemingly completely oblivious of my suffering as a smug expression plasters itself across her pretty face. “You kicked my ballssss!” I moan in pain, it’s only now that she realises I’ve curled into a fetal position of sorts. Immediately she rushes to make sure I’m okay, “I’m so sorry sweetie, where does it hurt? Can you tell me where it hurts?” She rubs circles on my back, “just try to breathe baby, okay?” She comforts me as I clutch my injured balls, defeat has never tasted so bitter…