A Lay On The Carpet
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2012
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Anne looked to the carpet. It was clean and soft. It had taken two hours to clean properly. There were stains that she had to dye out. But once they were gone it looked very good. In fact it looked rather exceptional.
“I have completed the weekly chore;” she muttered as she smiled.
Anne looked to the carpet again, and she even began to pet it. She stroked its creamy face rather tenderly, and then she smiled.
“I like it feeling this way;” she muttered as she continued to drive her fingers through the hairs of the carpet.
Anne smiled and leaned back. She settled herself down onto the carpet. There she began to wriggle lightly as she enjoyed the sensation of fresh clean. It made her feel very good inside of herself, she was able to feel the hairs and they gently tickled her skin in clean and perfumed state. Anne sucked in a breath, and then she turned over. She looked to the ceiling and she smiled as she rested.
Suddenly the front door opened. In stepped her husband with his business friend. Anne gasped as they stood in order to glare at her. Anne looked to her husband Fred and saw that he was filled with a little bit of steam. He might have been drinking, however she knew that there was a kind of stern look which made her want to shrink. He had been disjointedness in having had found her in such a state with a friend next to him.