What I Would Like to Look Forward to

I bow my head at work and think about what I would like to look forward to as the weekend approaches: returning home early to make sure all is as she wants it to be; preparing myself to greet her; falling into her embrace knowing she is hungry; aching on my side, cramping, as she chuckles and cleans me properly; begging nicely, as I sweat and yearn to service her; licking, sucking, and moaning into her sweet scent, as she uses my eager mouth; forcing myself to endure positions; feeling drained, as I am milked before the first blow falls; muscles sore yet floating as I am secure; squirming, moaning, and then screaming as the strap falls; slipping into sleep under her sex, or ass, as she watches her favorite programs or reads; being wakened with a slap or gentle entry; looking deep into her eyes, as she fills me up, takes me, inhales my breath, and tells me she hopes I am not flagging on her : "We have long weekend ahead of us boy," she says and starts again.