We had been fighting, why you didn't want to come to the gathering infuriated me. I had made dinner, and you sat patiently waiting at the table. You gazed at me, always knowing that the lingerie hidden underneath my dress was always put on just for your pleasure. You wondered which set I had on tonight, not wanting to go through a whole social extravaganza without knowing.
"Where is my dinner?" You ask sternly. Frankly, I was so mad at you that I didn't want to serve you the dinner I had made for you just an hour earlier. With a sigh of defeat, I slipped out of my little black dress and gave you a look that made you laugh, obviously the fact that I really wanted to go out tonight amuses you. Fuck you and your rules. Kicking my dress off the tip of my heel, I tossed your dinner in the sink and audibly told you to fuck off. "What THE FUCK. What am I going to eat now?!" You are getting angry with me now, but I couldn't care less. I walk up to you, the klink of my heels still masking my anger. You swallow hard at the sight of how my body carries the lingerie, my hips gently swaying and the lace caressing my skin. This was a set you had never seen before, and it was supposed to be a suprise, but it is a waste of time planning anything for you! You never had any patience, you son of a bitch.