Waiting

I can't wait til you get off work. I'll be at home, on the computer, trying to get my work done for the day. Like always, I'll be too absorbed with whatever I'm doing that I won't notice that you're home. Without a word, you'd pull me out of my chair, pin me on the wall while you fumble with your fly with one hand, unceremoniously push my pants down to my knees, and yank my lace underwear to one side. Then you'll take me for yourself, barely ready for your raw thrusts, muffling my moans of hurt and pleasure with your large, calloused hand.

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