Thank God it’s Friday. Finally, you’ll come home to me. I’vebeen looking forward for this day all week. I checked the time, it’s already 6:30 in the evening. I shut down my desktop, and prepare to leave the office. Had a glance of myself in the elevator mirror, my hair is a mess! I tried to tidy up my stubborn wavy hair. It’s been six months since I had a proper hair cut. Note to self, I need visit the salon ASAP! But on the second thought you love my hair long. Caught myself smiling, I remember the times you run your fingers through my hair. Tucking it behind my ear, then placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. The lift reached kızılay escort the first story, I passed by the lobby so quickly that I never noticed the heavy downpour. “Shit!” I silently cursed, remembering that I didn’t have my umbrella with me. I ran fast to the nearest bus stop, using my bag to cover me. It wasn’t much of a help, I was soaking wet before I can even reach the stop. Glanced up to the electrical board above me, I missed the 6:35 bus, the next bus will arrive in 20 minutes. I can’t wait that long, I still need to prepare our dinner. Not to mention kolej escort that I also need to tidy up myself, I’m drenched. I flagged down the approaching cab, and instructed the driver to step on it. In less than 15 minutes I’m home. Your shoes are not yet here, glad to know I arrived first. Took off my shoes, and placed them in the rack. I swiftly move from the foyer towards the kitchen. I’ll be preparing lasagna tonight, I hope you’re hungry…for food and…me. I began to imagine you taking me on the dining table. Pinning me down, and fucking me hard. These naughty maltepe escort thoughts made me smile and horny. I shoved off those nasty fantasies for the meantime, I need to focus in cooking our dinner. I removed my blouse and skirt, it would be very uncomfortable to cook in those soaking clothes. Left with my matching laced-black-undies and stockings, I put on the apron, and started cooking. I feel so naked pacing the kitchen like this, but soon enough horniness replaced that awkward feeling. Just thinking about your hungry and lustful eyes following my every move. You’ll creep behind me, giving my tight little ass a slap. I can feel your manhood pressing against my ass, grinding from behind. Your hands slipped under my apron, and started kneading my breast. “Ouch!” I snapped, I accidentally cut my index finger. I sucked my finger, trying to stop it from bleeding. Dreaming awake about sex is not safe, especially when you’re holding a knife.