Nils is so good to me! This morning, for example, I got up and took my shower, like I do every morning, and before I dried my hair, I saw him just lying in the bed, being a slug. I crawled over him, my hair dripping on his chest. Well, he got up pretty quick from that, believe me! That water had gotten cold!

He flung the covers off of him, but before he could get out of bed, I grabbed his cock and immediately put him into my mouth.

I tried to suck like a vacuum cleaner, but he moved around so much I found it hard to keep on him. However, I must have done a good job, because he came very quickly. Since I couldn’t keep him in my mouth, I got some of his cream around my mouth. It wasn’t one of those icky scenes you see on porn sites, but there was definitely some of him not in my mouth!

I got up and looked in the mirror on my vanity and put my foot up there.

Don’t ask me why! Sometimes I do some really silly things! I stood there and started to stretch when Nils came up to me and started to put his hands all over me. He got down behind me and started to rub me from behind. I put both feet on the floor and let him have his way with me, bringing me to a nice climax, still with his cum on my face. I had to put both hands on the vanity to catch my breath. He got up off the floor and gave me a light smack on the ass.

I didn’t know where he’d gone, but I staggered into the bathroom and washed my face. I plugged in my hair dryer and worked on my hair. When I had my hair dried and curled, he came into the bedroom with a big, steaming mug of my favorite tea. I held it close to me, just breathing in the steam and the aroma. It smelled so good!

I just sat there at the vanity he had found for me. It was made of wood, with drawers on the sides and a nice big mirror in the middle. I loved looking at the vanity, it was so beautiful. Sometimes, I even looked at myself in the mirror! Of course, I had to look at myself, but, when I put on my makeup, I don’t see myself, I just see parts of myself, like just my eyes, or just my lips. So, looking at myself, my whole self is kind of unusual.

Women, when they look at themselves only tend to see the imperfections they see in the mirror. I know I tend to do the same thing. I think my nose is too small, even though Nils likes to kiss it first thing in the morning. I know my breasts are too small, too, but Nils likes them. Of course, Nils likes all boobs, believe me! He’s not very discriminating when it comes to tits. Come to think of it, most men like boobs, no matter how big or small.

I look at my mouth, and while my teeth are almost perfect, white and strong, I wonder how I’m able to get Nils’ big cock in my mouth because my mouth looks way too small for something that big. I am able to get all of him in, and it’s no real strain, but if you looked at my mouth and his cock, you’d wonder the same thing!

Sometimes I think my eyes are set too close together, but when I see my eyes in Grandma, I know that’s just silly. She has the same eyes as I do, and she’s just plain beautiful, so if she’s beautiful and I have her eyes, then it stands to reason that my eyes are beautiful, too, but sometimes it’s just hard to remember that when I see just my eyes.

I also wish that my whole face was a little narrower, less round, but again, I look a lot like Grandma. I don’t remember much about my mother, but when I look at photographs of her and Grandma at the same age, I have a hard time telling them apart. When I was younger, Grandma would tell me just how much I was like my mother, even to being as pretty as she was, but I didn’t really believe her. Sometimes, however, when I really look in the mirror, I can see my mother overlayed with me and there’s not a lot of difference.

Nils has told me he wished that my mother had survived, just so he could thank her for making me so pretty. That really warms me up, even though I know he’s probably just trying to get into my panties. The joke’s always on him, though, because, just like my grandmother, I don’t wear underwear! Not even a bra! But he knows that, too, so he just puts his arms around me and holds me tight. That usually banishes the blues I’ve started to build.

After drinking my tea (it warmed me up both inside and out!), I sat on the bed and pulled on my stockings for the day.

I know, dear Journal, you know that I like my thigh-high stockings and my apron for working around the house, but it really makes me feel pretty to pull them up my legs. My legs are not all that long, but stretching the nylon along my calves makes me feel that they’re a lot longer than they really are. That’s one of the things for which I thank Nils: he helped me to see how he saw me, and I’m beautiful in his eyes.

After finishing my makeup, I headed out to the kitchen. Amber saw me first and gave a little happy bark and started her bowing to me. I always like that. I know she’s just stretching, but it looks like she’s bowing to her queen. Thomas tried to wrap himself around my legs. I picked him up just so I wouldn’t trip over him and he started purring. Believe me, there’s nothing quite like a warm, softly furry cat, purring in your arms to warm up your morning!

I was surprised to see Nils still there, working away in the kitchen. He doesn’t usually cook, but this morning he had some pancakes, sausage, and scrambled eggs ready for me to eat. The pancakes were hot and the butter melted easily when I put it on them. He was flipping a couple more pancakes for himself as I buttered mine and poured warm syrup over them. He had put the syrup in a pan of hot water to warm it up. He poured some more tea into my cup and he sat across from me and we ate in an easy silence.