I'm lying half asleep when you walk in. You tell me about the great concert you've just come back from, and I'm listening, but my mind is far away, not quite back from the half started dream. I suddenly realise you've taken off all your clothes and have got into bed in just your underwear. It crosses my mind that this is odd, but you are still talking so I try to listen. I hear you tell me about the chick who was hitting on your mate and how funny it was, the hand slowly lifting up my pyjama top barely registers.
Then you come up close and whisper in my ear that you are very horny. You know those words work magic and see the smile spread my lips. You start kissing your way down my neck towards my collarbone as your hands finally find my breasts. I close my eyes contentedly, but my half started dream kicks off again and I slip further away from you. As soon as I stop responding you lift your head from my cleavage and see me almost asleep again. This pisses you off and you wonder out loud whether I actually love you or whether I just see you as a piece of meat I can screw whenever it suits me.
"Does any part of me turn you on, other than my cock?" You ask in anger. You have turned away from me now, and the tone of your voice wakes me up.
Of course you turn me on, so much of you turns me on that I don't even know where to start. "You sexy beast of a man" I add, trying to make you laugh. A reluctant twitch of your lips lets me see that you're listening and your anger is softening.