Your Favorite

Working again tonight, how I despise your boss…

Laying here, on your crimson sheets,

Looking at myself in the mirror you installed on the ceiling…

Pretty hot.

I can see the pattern on my bra and thong,

Spiders, your favorite.

-sigh-

I can see the texture of my red hair falling on my white skin…

The contrast!

Black, red, white

- my panties, my hair and your sheets, - the snow of my skin.

Your favorite colors, or so you say.

Read some stories earlier… all the things you like!

Texted you a few lines… “O My!” your usual reaction to that stuff…

Bondage, knives, begging, leather…

All your favorites…

The short call on your midnight lunch break… o baby!

“Are you alone? Close your eyes.”

Felt my moans flood through your blood stream,

And saw you in the back of my mind holding on…

Laughs of nights where no touches were needed…

Secretly hoping my moans can make it happen again…

“Don’t stop!”

“Not at work…”

“Please…. Now I need it…Please baby!”

“No… not at work…”

How I love playing with you!

How I adore the begging … just like you do!

My turn for leverage… haha how I adore this game!

Calling me again, another break…

Describing the thong…. And what it hides…

Licking my fingers… fingers that went hiking between the valleys of my knees…

So you’re working again tonight, how I despise your boss…

I’m just lying here, on your crimson sheets,

Waiting for you to come home.