A clean kitchen sink. There's nothing more erotic than seeing the bottom of the kitchen sink, not a single dish or cup or spoon, the silver glistening from a good cleaning waiting for a fork.
The toilet seat down. It's not hard. But you can make me swoon if I walk in and toilet seat is down and devoid of any pee. Add in actual toilet paper on the roll and I'll probably orgasm twice.
Clothes not turned inside out. Sure I love watching you take your clothes off, but I would enjoy more watching you take them off, then pull them back from inside out before throwing them in the hamper.
Matching socks. My husband once walked into the room following all my screams of "YES!" with each sock I found a match to, from the single sock bin.
Towels actually on the towel rack. Sure dry your glistening body with that towel I just washed, and put it on the rack rather than a heap on the floor.
The last piece of chocolate. Nothing says sex better than my hidden stash of chocolate found by the family, but they actually leave me one piece. And it is the one that I like, not the Hershey Dark Chocolate.
Coming home with dinner. There is nothing sexier than a man holding a KFC family meal. Not having to cook dinner leaves more time to, well, you know.Closing cabinet doors. If I walk into the kitchen and all the cabinet doors are closed, I may actually walk right back to the bedroom.
My computer to myself. No greasy fingerprints, no smudges on the screen, no blowing crumbs out from between the keys.
They call it Mommy Porn because 50 Shades of Grey is sold it Target? Well guess what? So is all the cleaning supplies listed creating my sexual fantasy, a clean house.
She woke up that morning wondering what that wonderful smell was wafting through the house. Her body was flush with an actual good night's sleep, she rolled around on the freshly laundered sheets, smelling that wonderful aroma. Turning, he's standing at the door, watching her. She smiles as she watches his tongue slowly roll across his lips. There is that wonderful smell again, enough to make her sigh. He steps into the bedroom slowly toward her, she rolls on the bed facing him.
"Honey, I used all the bleach cleaner, do we have any more?"
With a sigh, she inhales that wonderful, erotic, sensual scent of bleach, looks at her husband toilet brush in hand, sighing, every part of her body pulsating.
"I went to Costco yesterday, the 5 gallon drum is in the kitchen."
He starts to leave, she stops him with a soft request. "Don't forget the guest toilet."
It doesn't take much for my version of Mommy Porn. And honey, you never know you may actually get lucky during the week, if you stimulate all my fantasies with the above list. I may actually take my socks off.
What is your Mommy Porn?
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