‘Hey Rob,’ Olivia says with barely a glance in my direction as she chucks her keys on the occasional table in the hall and stoops to picks up the junk mail that I stepped over on my way in.
I’m lying on the bed with my flies undone and my cock in my hand. I’m not sure if she hasn’t noticed or doesn’t care. There once was a time she would have pretty much jumped from the door onto the bed if she thought I was up for action, but I guess things tend to slow down after you’ve lived together for a while. I watch her push her shoes off and kick them in the general direction of the cupboard and try not to get too irritated by her laziness.
She wanders into the living room and I hear her banging about in the kitchenette.
‘Do you want a coffee?’ she calls.
I look at the cock resting in my hand, weighing up my options – do I slip it back in my boxers and resign myself to a night of Liv browsing Facebook whilst half watching inane shit on the TV while I depress myself scrolling through Gone Wild subs knowing I’m not going to get any relief for another night … or do I just take what I want for once?