Our days apart weigh heavy on my heart, and there isn't any communication between us, which I miss, because I wish we could talk on and off during the day so I knew how you were doing and tell you I love you, or make your day go better, perhaps quicker?
I'm always excited when you come home at night, because I have missed you so much during the day while we are apart. I plan quiet dinners and we sit and talk, other nights you're tired and we hardly talk, sometimes, you do all the talking and I listen, which is okay. Then there are those nights when you come home and I hope you're not late, or too tired because I want to surprise you. This was one of those nights.
I wanted to make tonight special, so I cooked a nice meal, in hopes you would arrive on time, and not too tired, or no extra work you had to do after hours. I planned to light the candles in the house, leaving a trail of my perfume for you to follow to our bedroom. Of course, I would leave dinner warm so if we decided to eat instead of play, well, it would be ready.
I took a long bath and prepped myself the way I think you like me, fixed my hair just right, and lit the candles in the bedroom. The glow off the mirror made things perfect. I looked at the clock and my heartbeat hastened, as I knew you would be arriving shortly.
I adjusted myself on our bed so you could see me; my legs spread just slightly showing off my anticipating pink flower of love. My breast were engorged and my nipples were tight at the thought of your lips and tongue caressing them.
I couldn't help but touch myself a little, as the longing in my body grew for your attention, oh how I wanted you to lick my folds and make me cum for you.
I heard you call me as you came in the house, but I didn't answer, I wanted you to find me on your own, hoping that you would not be annoyed at me for not meeting you at the door as I always do, but tonight, I wanted it to be special.
You call to me again; you are closer to our room. I hear you stop in your office long enough to drop off your briefcase and look through the mail. I hope you don't log on to your computer as you always do before we eat, "Oh please," I plead to myself quietly, "Let him find me soon."
You call to me once again and then I hear the doorknob move, my heart races and I look at myself making sure I am just right for you. I am, and I let out a long breath and close my eyes once to relax myself as you open the door fully.