Sunday, September 06, 2009

Interlude #5


I know you called and said you were coming to get me to go out to dinner.

I know we're supposed to be meeting friends for drinks afterward.

I know we haven't gone out for awhile.

But I really want to stay in and spend some quality time with you touching me in a non-public sort of way.

Will you be angry with me? Look at that pout. Look at those panties. How could you be be upset with me for wanting to eat in? After we've fucked, that is.

Yes. I'm hungry for your cock instead of steak.

What will it take to convince you that my idea is better?

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