A Balanced Breakfast

Ah, yes.
It feels so nice to have a place to call my own.
To wake up in the morning next to my one true love....
And be able to make a messy breakfast for him in my skimpiest of panties.
To have a morning quickie where ever we so chose and be however loud we want to be.
Stocking the fridge full of my favorite treats.
Only doing the dishes when I feel like it.
Smoking cigarettes inside and not outside.
Cuddling up with my puppy in my bed.
Locking ourselves inside for the weekend and doing naughty things.
Decorating the walls with my so-called art.
Throwing dirty laundry all over the apartment when I feel like it.
Running around naked like 3 year olds.
Adjusting the thermostat to MY liking.
Hanging up my own curtains.
Taking intimate showers with the door open.
Sex in the Kitchen.
Sex in the Living Room.
Sex in the extra bedroom.
Sex on the coffee table.
Sex everywhere.
Having a FULL walk-in closet.
And my shoes are all neatly lined up....
Turning up the radio to the loudest setting and headbanging.
Free internet.
Having my OWN place fucking rocks.