I came home and something was out of order, I just couldn't put my finger on it. My room looked the same, the kitchen looked the same, so why am I feeling this awkward vibe? There it is, I smell his scent, but where is he. A few seconds later, I hear the toilet in my relatively small bathroom flush. "You're home early" is followed by a kiss by my boyfriend with the most perplexed look on his face. He looked like he's been working all day, only thing is HE DOESNT WORK. Upon closer inspection I notice that the dishes are washed, my room is swept, the furniture is dusted, and tub is scrubbed. He smelled like his natural testosterone scent mixed with cleaning products. What a time to be in love. This was love, coming home to MY man and to MY house being clean. A black woman is grateful for such treatment. I embrace him with a hug and he blesses my forehead with a kiss; moments like these I life for. My heart races whenever he brings me in close, my body goes wild. He tells me that I've had a long hard day and I deserve to be pampered. Who am I to object to my man? He heads to the bathroom and set a warm bath with a few drops of lavender oil. He tells me to get in and leave everything up to him. I give him the satisfaction of taking care of me. I was in there for what seemed like days, indulging in every single second. D'angelo's sweet voice sang in the back and I've never felt so at peace. A knock on the door breaks my trance and he runs the shower on my body and wraps me in a towel. He then escorts me to the bedroom where I see my silk night gown waiting for me on the bed. My senses heighten when he warms up my skin with this vanilla scented Shea butter and dresses me. He turns the light off and lit my favorite vanilla candles. Somehow I ended up in his arms and then carried into bed. The night ends with passionate kisses and a comforting booty rub.
Rule 4: sensual without the sex is needed too, don't forget that!
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