I glanced at the clock—5:25. Shit, the house isn’t ready, it’s actually a really big mess and he’s going to be home in like five minutes!!! Guess it’s going to be a punishment kind of night; there’s no way I can make this place look clean in five minutes.
I went to her house after work to have a glass of wine and relax a bit before heading home. We sat at the dining room table chatting about our day, laughing at stories... I love the way she throws her head back when she laughs; it comes from deep inside, a let-everything-go-and-enjoy-the-moment kind of laugh. She stopped laughing and suddenly she leaned in so close to me that I could feel her breath sweetly wafting through my senses... I found myself deeply aroused and it surprised me a little. I couldn’t concentrate on her story about a coworker or anything she was saying. I shook my head trying to push the desire aside but it was oozing out in droves, you could feel the sexual energy pulsing.
You flew in last night to meet me. We’ve been talking for a while but this was the first time we were seeing each other in the flesh. It worked out great, you had some vacation time and my boys are at their dads this week, thank you summer!!
Shit, are those flashing reds and blues in my rearview? Damnit, I was probably driving close to 80. What is the speed limit here in the middle of nowhere anyway? I think it’s been at least an hour since I’ve seen another car. Awesome, the first person I see to verify people actually live here in the middle of nowhere, and it has to be a freakin cop pulling me over. Thanks, Murphy.
My son's best friend is home from college for the summer, staying in our spare bedroom. He has really grown into an unbelievably handsome man. He's a senior this year, a few years older than my son... but not very many, which is why I’ve always considered him hands off.