Sometimes, love nothing better than a quickie, just come in, fuck me like an animal, and then go back to work. Here’s the first part of quickie sex stories – expectation.***
I hear my phone chime and casually pick it up. It’s a text message from him, five words: “I am on my way.” My heart immediately jumps in my chest. I look around my place for anything that looks like it might need straightening. There’s still a coffee cup on the counter and a saucer from my breakfast. That will have to be cleaned and put away. The couch pillows are not straight but everything else looks neat. I will have to double check the bedroom, I think.
I look down at myself, still un-showered, sitting on the couch in a t-shirt and panties,and reading through my Twitter and Facebook. I am in an unacceptable state. Continue reading Quickie Sex Stories – Expectation (Part 1)