I was in the middle of a dull movie, with a half-eaten chicken and veggie stir-fry in a bowl on my coffee table. An empty wine glass resided next to it.
My phone chimed on the cushion by my foot with the arrival of a new text message.
“Hi! I’m almost home. I had a shitty day and I’m gonna crash.” It was from my boyfriend Nick.
I paused before writing back a “goodnight” message. I was hoping he would come over after work. Thoughts of his cock in my mouth had kept me pre-occupied at work for most of the day.
I replied instead with “May I come over, give you a blow job, and tuck you in?”
I pulled into his driveway fifteen minutes later, knowing I was going to be late arriving back at my place and getting sleep for tomorrow, but he had been so stressed lately that I wanted to help alleviate some of it.
It wasn’t a completely selfless act. I desired his cock like I craved cherry pie from the bakery below my apartment. I took pleasure from sticky things slipping down my throat. I loved getting my hands wet with his pre-cum mixed with my saliva.