It’s been three weeks since I’ve seen you.
Three weeks.
That’s a long time.
I’ve been anticipating seeing you ever since I left.
You’re on your way over now. My heart is racing. I’m prepping myself, making sure I am fresh and ready to go for whatever the night may bring. I decide to surprise you and slip in my jewel plug for you to find.
I slip on some short shorts, no underwear. I pull them up so the bottom of my cheeks hang out a bit to drive you wild. I figured a loose top would be easy for you to slip your hand under and to remove easily. I check myself out in the mirror and make sure there’s a little cleavage. I lay down on the bed on my stomach with my leg askew to lure you in when you see me. It’s getting late and I’m getting sleepy. I close my eyes.