𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚅𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊

𝙾𝚗 𝙾𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝙾𝚠𝚗 𝙿𝚝.𝚝𝚠𝚘

♛
1983
Los Angeles
Word Count:3.8k

Michael had returned home the night before from his trip to New York, and the flight had exhausted him. He was sound asleep in your shared bedroom while you were busy tidying up and doing laundry. As you quietly opened the door to your room, you saw Michael lying in bed shirtless, his left leg propped up and his hand resting over his head. He looked peaceful, but you couldn't help but notice the noticeable bulge showing through his pajama pants. Shaking your head with a smile, you laughed to yourself at the sight.

You made your way to the closet, grabbing Michael's duffle bag before leaving the room and heading across the house to the laundry room. Placing his bag on the dryer, you unzipped it and started pulling out his clothes, turning them right-side-out and placing them in the washer. For someone who had been gone for two weeks, he sure hadn't brought a lot of clothes.

As you sorted through Michael's clothes, you separated the colors from the whites, placing the whites aside. Just as you were about finished, your hand touched something plastic. You pulled out the plastic baggie and examined it, trying to figure out what the red fabric was. Peering into the bag again, you found your perfume and placed it on the dryer. "What were you up to?" you said to yourself, curiosity piqued.

You opened the baggie and brought it to your nose, your eyes flickering with realization as you identified the scent: Michael's cum.

Taking the red fabric out, you noticed it was hard and sticky in some places. You did your best to open it up and realized with a start that Michael had taken your panties. Shock mingled with arousal as you thought about what Michael had done with them. With a sigh, you placed it back into the baggie.

Then, you found something else in the baggie that shocked you even more: the Polaroid Michael had taken of you. You took it out and looked at it, noting that it was sticky as well. Turning it over, you instantly remembered that he had taped the two pictures together and quickly flipped it back around.

You put the Polaroid back into the bag and set it aside before going to wash your hands. As you stood at the sink, the warm water flowing over your fingers, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. The discovery had been surprising, but it also stirred something deep within you. You found yourself imagining what Michael had been thinking and feeling, the intensity of his desire, and it left you both amused and aroused.

After washing your hands, you returned to the laundry room to finish up, your mind still replaying the discovery and the possibilities it hinted at.

Once you were finished with the laundry, you grabbed your perfume and the baggie and headed back down the hall to your bedroom. Michael was still asleep in the same position, but now with your pillow nestled between his legs. You closed the door quietly and dimmed the lights softly before walking over to his side of the bed, placing the items on the nightstand.