A Present Waiting

Midnight lunch break- what a delight.

Done at 4 in the morning… what a charm!

Hidden in your car with the music turned up…

Laugh with me baby, I’ve promised you this…

And I have listened, and kept reading the X marked words

Despite all reason, all doubt and commands..

Oh how I adored them, how they’ve opened my mind!

Laughing gently, so you can barely hear,

Describing what I will be wearing when you’ll return home… finally.

Sliding two fingers into my spider thong,

Moans escaping from the back of my throat…

Growling loudly, I can hear you even though I’m not supposed to know…

I can feel the anticipation in each growl you roll…

“Remember the skirt I bought at the mall? That and the boots…”

“Is that all?”

“That’s all”

“Fuck this I’m coming home!”

“No!”

“Why not? Please!”

“2 hours of work left, and then hurry home… I’ll be waiting in the doorway all leathery, doctor.”

A silent agreement I can hear past your lips,

And as a treat, another deep moan escapes from deep within me.

Louder moans, a preview of what will happen this morning…

“Babe? Hurry home… there’s a present waiting.”