Sitting, looking out the window yearning for you to come home to me. You had been gone for far too long. I missed your touch, the scent of your pheromones filling my nose allowing my body to become wet as it longs for you to enter me. The sound of your voice invigorating my mind, caressing my eardrums as the gravel in the undertone fills me with suspense. My mind begins to wander as I ponder your coming home.
I lie on the couch and begin to touch myself allowing my mind to delve deep into my psyche. You walk through the door, take off your gear and your gaze lifts from the floor to assess my whereabouts. Your eyes meet my foot draped over the couch as I stare at you startled that you had come home so early. “Y…you are home?!” I exclaimed, panicked that you had almost caught me masturbating.