Walking into the living room tonight to find you as always dressed for bed, a glass of wine on the side table, and a book whisking you away to some far off fantasy.  You sense me enter but keep your eyes captivated in someone else’s words.  I lean down and kiss the nape of your neck as see the silk that lightly clings to your body.  My large rough hand moves along your shoulder to slip the strap to the side and expose one of your breasts.  I feel your breathing hitch as I cup it and gently caress.  “Time for bed my love, close your book so we can write our own fantasies tonight.”