Waiting for tonight
I will be thinking of you all day, waiting for tonight when we can be alone.
I will be the perfect picture of domesticity today – grocery shopping, cleaning the house, tending to the children. But my mind will be miles away.
Fast forward to a later hour, when I’m no longer required to behave like a civilized woman. When the house is dark, the chores have been finished, and the children are tucked away, fast asleep.
I have been waiting for this moment all day and you know it. You can feel just how ready I am when your hand gently snakes down to my panties. They are already soaked, saturated with my desire.
I have no plan for this encounter. I will happily submit to your will or should you want, I will take the lead. The only thing I wish for is for you to be inside me. Your weight pressed against my anxious body. Your kisses on my lips. Your hands roaming my body.
I am waiting with breathless anticipation.
Hope he’s fully aware of this all day!
hot hot hot. Can’t wait to read your report on your night!
I LOVE the anticipation. And I love the contrast of being at a Girl Scout meeting and knowing that I got fisted the night before.
Or shopping in the grocery store while secretly listening to an audio recording of me having sex, like I talk about in my latest post.
People who meet me usually say, “But you don’t LOOK like a slut.” What does a slut look like?? She looks like you. She looks like me.
I am SO eager to find out what happens next! Can’t wait to hear
Oh you both must have been itching for that clock to tick faster! I hope the evening turned out well.
Now that was a picture painted well Coy!!