Sunday evening was beginning to wane. Sara had texted me, inviting me over to her apartment. It had been a few weeks since we had last seen each other, but she was never far from my thoughts. My desire for her is intense, I often have vivid day dreams of dominating her. To feel her skin on mine. Holding her close and hearing her breath shorten between moans.
I left my house, eager and full of desire. The bulge in my boxer briefs was getting uncomfortable, my mind very intent on what's to come. The drive to Sara's place wasn't too long and within minutes I was parking. I locked up and climbed the stairs to her door.
I knocked on Sara's door. No answer. So I knocked again. A minute. Two. Did she send me another message? I pull my phone out and review our conversation history. Nothing. Instinctively I try the door knob. It's unlocked. I decide to make my way inside.
The door closes behind me and I hear rampant sounds of combat. Sara apologizes, she is in the middle of an online game and couldn't pause to come to the door.