Hi love.
I wanted to hear your voice. I miss it. But since I am getting your voicemail, I assume that you are still working. A shame.
They really make you beaver away, don’t they? Unreasonably so. They don’t deserve you. But I digress… I am calling about far more pleasant things than your ingrate bosses.
I can’t wait to see you when you get home tonight. Finally, an evening to ourselves. It’s been far too long. I have so many things in mind for you… I hope you will enjoy them.
I was planning on surprising you with them, when you arrived. But… I am unable to contain myself anymore. As I sat there, fantasizing about our soirée, I have felt my temperature rising. The anticipation has been making my blood boil. Thinking about you always has that effect on me.
Surprise be damned. I want to make you feel my excitement. I want to get your temperature going until you’re in heat yourself.
Fuck, even just talking about talking about it is getting me hard. Hurry up home, please? I’m growing impatient, desperate almost.