As I lay in the bed silence is all around and all pervasive. I know you are on your way. And I know my wife, Lucy, is sitting on the couch and reading a book; awaiting your arrival...
I am awaiting your arrival. Naked. Tied by the wrists to the head of the bed and blindfolded I lie beneath the comforter. My cock is raging in anticipation. In anticipation of what? It is unlikely to be satisfied tonight. Tonight is your night and I have not even seen you.
Silence, nothing but silence. A car drives up. My heart hammers and my cock throbs. I am so scared and so thrilled. I cannot wait and I cannot bear the idea of your arrival. The car passes. I could have sworn it had stopped. But no, on it goes into the night.
Who will you be? What will you look like? I know only that you are uncut and small, five and a half inches, your listing said. And that you are slim and gay. That is all, that is enough.
Another car and this one is not driving past. A car door slams followed after a few seconds by a tap on the front door. Hunting so hard for clues, even that is a good sign. You knock gently, not smashing the door down. I am happy you are the gentle kind.