I throw the driver a fifty, and tell him to keep the change. At this point, I'm not interested in waiting for it. All I want to do is get inside and have my way with her. Hang on, what have I become suddenly? This is not who I am. I'm not one of “those” guys who goes home with just anyone. I barely know this girl. Where are my morals, my respect for her? I don’t just hop into bed with people like this... Oh fuck it, I can...

Unwrapping your gift, And peering inside, Follow my instructions, The blindfold to hide, Those shuttering eyes. The daylight is fading. Silk against eyelashes, Blackness cascading. Lace between fingers, Enveloping around. Your heart pounding, Is the only sound. Your breathing quickens Footsteps draw near, Anticipation building, My presence is clear. Breath upon skin, My heightened desire, To devour your body, Igniting you...

Stepping inside our front door I throw my keys on the table, causing them to break an unusual silence. The usual sounds and smells of the kitchen are absent. Something is up. “Honey?” I call, my footsteps treading lightly up the stairs, as I wonder if you are in the shower. The silence continues. Reaching the top of the staircase, I turn entering our room and I see you are waiting for me, laying on our bed. Your naked bod...