I wrote this story for a lady friend of mine, to describe her first visit to my new home. Hence the fairly lengthy description. The erotic bit starts about a third of the way down:
I’m really looking forward to you coming to my house for the first time. Let me tell you how I envision it.
When you first make it up to Utah, I will have barely moved in, just finally closed on the home. I’m excited about it and I’m excited for you to be there, but unfortunately the house is still fairly barren. As soon as you pull up, you will instantly think the house is wonderful. Huge trees cast shade across the lawn . The tall, red brick home looking down on you, giant windows like inviting eyes. This really is a comforting, charming place.
Despite its charm, this house certainly has its problems. As you walk down the driveway to meet me in the back, you almost fall it is so rough. Bricks and cobblestones sticking up at odd angles, crooked teeth. You look down and notice the cardboard blocking the basement windows. The paint falling off the window frames. All of this you expected, but you start to see this is no fairytale home.