Anticipation

It’s so fucking hot.

Imagining you, waiting for me.

Dressed for me.

Naked for me.

Exposed for me.

Open for my use.

For my taking.

Knowing, precisely, what will happen.

Knowing that you exist for no reason other than to serve me, to minister to me, to make yourself available for the delivery of pleasure to me.

Knowing that I will fulfill my need for you. On you. In you.

God damn.