"My girlfriend was also often stark naked outside of the apartment, too. She spent many an afternoon in our back patio, soaking up sun on her nude bod..., sipping on a glass of wine or a cold wine cooler.One day I got home and found Carla totally naked and sitting at the kitchen table. A fresh bottle of Merlot was wedged tightly between her legs as she worked it with the corkscrew. The bottle that we'd left half full the night before now stood empty by the sink. I suspected that she had skipped. After waking me up in the most delicious way and giving us time enough that we have shared morning caresses and kisses. This gives us both a chance to wake up, use the restroom, brush our teeth, have our morning tea and plan our day of enjoying one another.As we sit smiling and sharing conversation, you remind me I'm overdue for at least one good spanking. I smirk and nod, but somehow you keep a straight face.I slip on my soft cotton tank that barely covers my bare ass. I can tell you are. I jabbed a hole in the side of the can, raised the hole to my lips, popped the tab and let the ice cold fluid gush down my throat. I felt it almost instantly, the room spinning just a little as the alcohol filled my system much faster then normal. That was the point of a shotgun; to get fucked up, faster.As I slammed it down, Nikki stood in the corner of the room smiling at me the whole time. I threw the can into the recycling bin and let out one of the loudest burps that I had ever released.. The light receded and the lovers became strangers again. He felt himself drawing back, detaching, retreating from her as he watched her examine her surroundings, avoiding his gaze. She stroked absently at the fresh sheets he’d so painstakingly fitted. ‘Do you bring all your blindfolded girls in here?’ she asked. Did he-…all his what? He felt the question like a sharp blow to the solar plexus. Saw the instant regret in her eyes. There. There it was. All the revelation, all the release,.