Here I was again. Sitting alone in my living room with only the TV for company. I start to mull over how nice it would be to have someone here. A man. To feel his touch. God it had been so long since I'd been touched by a man. Had been touched like I'd been wanted! I pour myself another large glass of red and settle back on my sofa, accepting that this would be another lonely Saturday night.
That was until there was a thundering knock at the door, something else that hadn't happened in a while. It made me jolt in my seat causing me to spill my generous helping of red down the front of my white blouse.
"For fuck sake" I cursed to myself, feverishly mopping at the stain whilst making my way to the door. I peer through the spy hole to check who it is. "Why is he back so soon?" I think as I open the door for my visitor.
"Sorry to disturb you again so soon, but I think I left my phone here" he explains whilst eyeing my newly stained blouse with confusion.
"Oh, OK, you better come in and look for it, but I haven't seen it."
"Thanks" he replies as he busies himself with looking through cushions and under furniture while I close the door behind him. "It's like it's disappeared into thin air!" he exclaims in frustration from underneath the kitchen table.
"Shall I ring it on the house phone and we'll see if we can find it?"
"Yes that would be great. What happened to your blouse by the way?" he enquires as I make my way across the living room to the phone.
"Oh you did that, startled me with your caveman –style knocking." I chuckle to show there are no hard feelings as the last thing I wanted was to drive human company away so quickly. Number dialled, the sound of an old school monophonic ringtone fills the room. I pause trying to work out its origin when I find myself staring at this man. It's coming from his pocket.
"It's in your pocket you idiot" I chuckle pointing a finger at his crotch when he starts to take long meaningful steps towards me. Walking like a man with a purpose. Unbuttoning and removing his shirt as he did. Letting it drop to the floor.
"I knew it was in my pocket. I knew this whole time. I just needed and excuse to come back."
I feel myself flush and my breath becoming shallower with anticipation. He stands inches away from me and reaches to remove the phone from my hand.
"You didn't need an excuse" I say in little more than a whisper, staring deep into his dark blue eyes. He takes another stride forward that pins me to the wall with his body. His hand reaches to caress my face and run his fingers through my tangle of brown curls before placing it at the nape of my neck.
"Then why did you let me leave?" he says with a grin starting to spread across his face. Before I have chance to even offer an answer he pulls me towards me and kisses me hard and deep on the lips. I feel my body become limp in his grip and melt into his kiss. He slips his other hand around my waist closing any gap between our bodies. His lips move from mine to my neck where he kisses lightly making his way up to my earlobe which he nips playfully before whispering;
"I'm going to fuck you tonight."
