It’s a slow day at work, but I’m exhausted from poor sleep the night before. You see me drifting off in my home office. You quietly approach me from behind, position you arms around me, and whisper, “Hey, wake up,” in a gentle but somehow mischievous way, followed by you wrapping your arms around me. The unexpected interruption rouses me from my near slumber, and I turn my head to look at you. Your arms are still around my shoulders and chest, and your face is close to mine. You rub my chest, we lock eyes, and you lower your head to kiss me. Depraved thoughts (of the best sort) immediately enter my mind. I’m completely hard within seconds. I look at the clock: it’s 1:33.
I stop kissing you for a moment. “I have a call at 2:00,” I state matter-of-factly to see how you’d respond. “Oh?” you reply, a twinkle in your eyes that suggests that you’re thinking the same thing that I am. “Good thing I’m off today,” you add. I resist the urge to make an obvious “get you off” pun, and you see a brief smirk-smile that appears on my face as I think about it. “What was that all about?” you ask, laughing a bit. “Let me show you,” I reply, a smile again appearing on my face. “Yes sir,” you say, quickly switching into the obedient sub role that you enjoy playing.