A week on the road and not getting my cock wet made me very eager to see you again.
I knocked on your door a little early, which I knew would make you happy because you would get more play time with me. That's what I love about you. You can be such a shy, soft lover but man, when you get horny and wanna get laid...
You throw the door open, move to me, get up on your bare toes and wrap your arms around my neck.
"Oh Baby. It's so good to see you. I've missed you."
"Glad to be back," I smack your lips with mine, "you look delicious."
I was happy to see that you were wearing a sundress; perfect for the plan my sick little mind concocted on the way over here... but... all on its own, all on its own... I am not responsible!
"Well, I'm glad your back too but you owe $40 for batteries." you smile.
"What?" I say innocently.
"You've been gone too long," you tease, "and not only did I have to make several trips to the store after work... I think I might have broken my vibrator."
"Well, if you've spent so much time at the store, why didn't you just pick up a man while you were there?
Have you ever thought of why they call them 'box boy's'?
I mean, when was the last time you were offered a cardboard box for your groceries?"
"You're sick," you snort, "and your lame jokes... it's a good thing you have such a nice cock."
"You love it," I shoot back, "... and how the hell do you break a hunk of plastic with a vagina?... wait... don't answer that."