And soon he’ll enter the
room.

He’ll laugh at first
then scold me for wearing boots on the bed. Something I always do, something he
always scolds me for. Something like a game between the two of us.

Then he’ll get closer
to the bed while removing his tie and loosing up his shirt, but he’ll not open
it yet. He’ll come closer to me, caress my knee, lift a foot and take off one
of my boots.

When he’ll take off
the second boot and lay my foot back on the sheets, his hands will rest on my
closed knees and he’ll look at me. He’ll stare deep into my eyes before sliding
his palms on my inner thighs, spreading them apart, opening his gift for him to
enjoy.

You wonder why am I already so wet? Why am I
already this excited? I’m waiting. And it’s true what they say: “To look
forward to pleasure is also a pleasure”.