Brent walks down the hall laced with rose pedals. His dick pulsates as the anticipation rises with each step towards his beloved. He imagines her sprawled out on the bed, in the crimson teddy that he likes the most because it’s crotchless, legs open waiting for him to enter the room and enter her.

It’s been a while since they’ve done something like this, he thought. Ever since Avery, their youngest, went off to college things had been awkward around the house. Brent and Celeste realized that somewhere in the madness of raising their family they lost their spark.

As he continues his romantic trek, he relishes in gratitude to be getting back to this place with Les. She’s all he’s ever wanted in a partner, even in the strain of it all and after all of these years. He never once even had a straying thought. He loved her.

Just the thought of his love for her alone, had him bricked up as he approached the door marked with a B, letting him know he’d made it to his dick enticing destination. He turns the handle and opens the door to a crimson room, red lights. Rose pedals crossing the threshold creating a path to the bed where they ended strewn delicately across the perfectly fitted satin sheets, stained red. And there she lay… his baby in red, waiting for him.

“My Celeste…”, is all he could say weak and falling to his knees at the sight of her.

On the fluffed goose down pillows, faced down rests Celeste. A mind once holding the sweetest dreams, thoughts, words, and aspirations of his love now left agape. Blood trickling down past the lips of sweet kisses a many. Lips that were supposed to have spent tonight yelling his name, in love… in ecstasy.