Five days was a long time to be teased. And yet my girlfriend persisted. Each and every day, sending me a barrage of suggestive and flirtatious texts. Slowly driving me crazy over the course of a week, working me up into a frenzy of lust and frustration.
Normally, I wouldn’t complain, don’t get me wrong. But these texts were coming in at all hours – discriminating not whether I was home alone in my bed, or at work, trying to stay focussed on doing my job and not on whatever kinky fantasy my girlfriend was describing to me in graphic detail.
By the time the weekend came, I’d been itching to teach her a lesson. So many messed-up, nightmarishly kinky fantasies of my own had passed through my mind in the nights prior, and so when her name flashed up that morning on my phone asking me to come over, I needed no encouragement.