It was almost over. The week had been hell. I was a week and half past having the Rona. I was starting to feel like myself again. I was sooo tired. Work had been monotonous. I wanted to go home, have some bourbon and be done. You just called to let me know you were on your way home too. I had hoped to get home first, hoping to let off a little solo steam.
Based on your call that didn’t sound like it was going to happen. While I’m exhausted, I’m also super horny. The kind of horny where I just want to destroy you. Sweat it out in one short intense and passionate session. My cock has been semi hard all day. It’s funny how Covid hasn’t changed my libido.
As I pull into the garage I notice you’re already home. You’re never horny so I’m afraid my issues will remain just that. When I enter the house you’re standing at the kitchen counter looking out the window. You have that long summer dress on that drives me crazy. Your arms are extended holding you up against the counter. This makes your breasts look absolutely perfect. I’m sure you’re not in the mood, yet I have to try.