You're sitting on the couch in just boxers, and I'm sitting across from you in a chair in that little lacy thong you like, finishing the fourth entirely too strong cocktail you're making me drink. I'm beginning to become impatient and increasingly drunk, but you stare at me with "that look" and scowl at me until I become still again. I knew I was being punished, I had been naughty... You were going to make me wait and I couldn't stand it. All I wanted to do was feel your body pressed against mine in the most wicked of ways.
Finally after what seems like forever, you instruct me to get up and come over to you. I crawl across the floor on my hands and knees until my head is right above your lap. "May I?" I beg, looking up at you with my best impression of a good little slave.
You roughly pick me up and pull me down hard on top of you. I could feel your excitement rising as I flinch. You knew exactly how to turn me on. You let me bite at your lip playfully while resisting kissing me back. This goes on for a little while until you can start to feel my wetness seeping through your boxers. You push me off of you suddenly and abruptly, ordering me to get into our bed.