Pulling up to the house I notice his car is not home. Disappointed I make my way up to our front porch and open the door. I notice that my cats are upstairs and quiet, strange for this time of day; usually they are playing and waiting for me to get home.
I kick off my shoes with a sigh. I've decided I need to do something to make life a little less boring around here. Maybe I need to plan a romantic evening for us, a nice quiet evening to ourselves, maybe a good movie and some good fucking. We'd both been busy over the past couple of days, greeting each other as we were leaving the house or coming home to bed.
All horny again, I walked into the bedroom to change clothes and maybe have a nice hot shower, play with myself until I can decide if he's going to be home super late again or not. I had just shut the door and reached for the light switch when I felt a hand covering the light switch. I let out a small yelp as I was forcibly thrown on to our bed. I was trying to think desperately who was in our place. No one else had keys I know for a fact that he was not home because his car was not home.
I struggled on the bed, but there was a hand on the back of my neck keeping me down. Whoever it was had a quick hand because with me lying on my stomach on the bed, I was undressed in no time. I started to panic, trying to kick my legs and hit whoever was behind me. I was covered quickly with a large male body and rendered immoveable.
I felt the hand on my neck start to caress slowly. Then he was whispering low and deep in my ear that I had nowhere to go and I should not fight but to accept what was about to happen. I reacted badly to that, I started to struggle harder and try to lift my face off the mattress so I could yell for help or tell whoever it was my boyfriend was going to be home any minute now and he was going to be in big trouble.