Lurid thoughts

I was fantasising, just now.
In my mind, I was in my bed, reading. Tim was serving me his quiche and asparagus. He smiled at me with that slow blink-of his-eyes. I ate languidly, as he paid all my bills, then scrubbed my floors. Then, he refilled my coffee. He cleaned the bathrooms, before doing my taxes.
I turned a lazy page in my novel.
He quietly unplugged the phone, and then did the dishes. He looked at me with that come-hither hunger, and went off to the mall to buy me new clothes.
In my fantasy, the children were obedient to the point of trepidation. My sexy, well-muscled man fed me low-carb chocolate, and changed the oil in my car with predictable regularity. He also refilled my coffee before the last little bit in the cup got chilled. It was positively distracting, that fantasy.

Heavy sigh.

Bills suck. So does cooking and cleaning, by the way.