We have busy lives. We don’t get to fuck the way we want too, as often as we want to.
I’ve been craving him for days. I nearly Google ‘can you really crave cock.’ But I don’t. Because I already know the answer.
He has this vein down the side. The kind the makes my mouth water. I force myself to go about my day.
I’m wet just anticipating his arrival home. I know sex might not happen, it often doesn’t . But I need to at the very least kiss him.
When I finally do he tastes amazing. Like coffee and weed and him.
He almost immediately puts my hand on his already throbbing cock. I know I’ll be fucked tonight.
He commands me: ‘stand up, panties down, foot on the couch.’
I do as I’m told. Except I kneel beside him. My dress is covering everything. We can’t get caught. He loves the way I drip down his arm as his fingers inspect me. He always knows how to work me over.