I am wearing a black long t-shirt type of nightgown, idling in the kitchen surfing the internet. I hear the doorknob turn. It’s you, returning from the trip you’ve taken. I hear your luggage hitting the parquet as you lay it down. Your trip extended by 2 whole days. It’s been 9 whole days since I’ve last seen you. Before leaving, after giving me a fuck to remember you forbade me from touching myself until your return. I found the thought exhilarating. A week! I can probably handle a week, I thought to myself.
I’ve underestimated both you and I in this scenario.
You made sure to tease me each and every time we interacted during these days. Using that tone you know it melts me and some spot-on sexual innuendos.
I have had a hard time following your command, putting an end to all the naughty thoughts right before reaching that point where I’d touch myself.
So you see? I’ve been a really good girl for you.
Until 3 days ago when you told me you told me your trip will extend for an extra 2 days.
Arghhh!