This is how i used to take you. And i will.
I want to wait for you.
With my elbows on the table and my head turned towards the door, I’m going to anticipate your arrival with patient eyes and an eager pussy. I’ll be wearing only what you told me and I’ll be bent at the waist, ready to be taken. Perhaps my elbows will ache after a while, as will my back and feet. The silence would drive my imagination wild, and I might start shaking in anticipation. I won’t be impatient, not at all. I’ll just be very, very wet.
The waiting is the best part, you see. Knowing that I’m going to be the thing you fuck when you get home has ways of striking patience in me - patience and the most devious parts of my imagination. You’re gong to release the tension of the day into me once you walk in, and I will be more than ready for that moment. I’ll be begging for it.
Because I’ve been waiting for you to fill me all day.
After waiting my entire life for him to find me, i hate waiting for him to be with me, that is the real torture, not the position or.what he will do to his property……..
I could’ve wrote that