It's your birthday. The only thing you asked for this year is for me to be on the bed waiting for you wearing only a necklace and a smile. You've been waiting for this all day. Your coworkers found out that it's your birthday; so in the spirit of camaraderie they threw you a surprise party. You thank them for their kindness but eating cake with your colleagues is not on your mind. What you want should be waiting for you patiently at home.
A little voice has been planting seeds of doubt in your head all day. It's been saying things like, "You know she 'aint gonna do what you asked right? You know she's gonna give you a run for your money and you're gonna have to remind her yet again who's running this shit!" You've tried to ignore this little voice and give me the benefit of a doubt, but then again you remember this is me we're talking about. You know that I love you with all my heart, but I'm a woman that doesn't take orders lightly.
Truthfully, I like to defy your orders because in the end we have what I like to call "angry fucking" It's the kind of sex where two people come together and literally fuck the breath out of each other. It only happens when a man is so angry with a person (usually a woman) that he wants to hit some thing or somebody. Since he can't use his hands to smack some sense into the person; he uses the next best thing, his dick. And seriously, it's the best sex in the world. Pure passion is put into it. I mean really, what's anger without passion?
The day finally ends, you leave the office and go straight home. You call the house and the call goes straight to voicemail. You worry a little. You hope that I'm not out somewhere hurt and not able to get in touch with you. And if not, you hope that I haven't forgotten about your birthday wishes. You pull up to the house and see my car in the driveway. You smile to yourself letting all your worries drift away. You park and literally run up the stairway to our home in full anticipation of opening your birthday present. You open the door and see that not only am I fully clothed but I'm cooking dinner.
Although the birthday dinner is a good gesture, that's not what you asked for. You try to contain your frustration and watch me for a brief moment. I'm so busy shaking my hips to the radio that I don't realize that you're watching me. You clear your throat and say,
"Hey Baby!"
I turn around and smile. "Hey Birthday Boy!!" I say.
I go to you and give you hug and kiss.Your body is tense and I know why. I should be ashamed of myself. After all today is your birthday and I should be doing what you asked. But the thing is, I've been feening for a hard "angry fuck" all day. Now don't get me wrong, I fully intend to follow your birthday wishes. I have the necklace ready and everything. But the need to feel your dick violently thrusting inside my wet pussy overcomes everything else. Your body is so tense; it makes me wonder if you're going to hug me back. But then you relax and your arms reach around my waist. I feel the love flow through you but I can also feel your frustration. You reach down and lightly grab my ass. I feel your hardness rub against my pussy. I instantly get wet.
A part of me wants to let go of this ruse and do what you asked. But then there is that little voice that has been going through MY head all day,
"You know you want this. Women up and do what you gotta do!!"
You let go of me and as I walk back to the oven you ask me,
"What you doing?"
"Cooking your birthday dinner baby." I reply.
"I see."
You leave the doorway and come into the kitchen. As I pull the oven door down to check the food, you silently ease behind me. I close the door, stand up, and turn right into your hard chest and lustful gaze. Holding both sides of the oven handle you corner me in one place.
We stare at each other for a brief moment. Your eyes rake my body from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. You dip down to my face and slightly rub my cheek as a lion would his mate and you whisper in my ear, "What did I tell you that I wanted for my birthday?"
The intensity in your gaze and voice is a total turn on for me. My throat goes dry. I clear it and answer,