I cant sleep, thinking about your cock. Thinking about it sliding in so smoothly, searing hot and so, so tight. It makes me ache, just thinking about it. Giving up on sleep, I get up, slip on some flip flops and walk next door. It’s late, and I have no business knocking on anyone’s door at this hour, but my need is overruling my brain. I know you’re home, and I know you’re alone. Wearing just a tshirt and panties, the night air makes my nipples tighten, making it very obvious that I’m not wearing a bra. I feel exposed outside, dressed like this, and that adds to my exhiliration.
I knock softly on your door and wait, my anxiety about this whole thing increasing by the second. You don’t answer so I knock hard with the side of my fist, rattling the door frame. Again, no one answers. Before I leave, I try the knob and its unlocked. I creep into your house and make my way to the bedroom, standing in the doorway, I let my eyes adjust to the darkness.