Stress Relief

I should be doing a million things, but all I can think about is doing you. Am I obsessed? Addicted? Perhaps, but I don’t think it’s unhealthy – yet.

I’m having an especially stressful week, actually couple of weeks. I am so busy at work I can’t seem to get my head above water. I thrive on the stress though. The pressure pushes me to think harder and achieve more. I secretly love it, but would never admit it.

What I would love even more is to end my day by coming home to a willing partner, someone that would anxiously wait for me with a glass of wine and a hard dick. Someone that would be proud of my accomplishments, encouraging me to achieve any level of success I desired, while still realizing that he holds the key to truly satisfying me. Someone that could take pampering and submission from me on occasion but could also give it back to me when I needed it…

I’d open the door after a long day and find you standing there, waiting on me, with a smile on your face and a glass of wine. The sounds of music from the bedroom, the candles lit, I’d immediately know what you had in mind, and interest would grow.

Perhaps you would offer to give me a bath, rubbing my body with soft bubbles and oil. I would notice quickly how excited you were becoming just from the sight of my naked body and then the touch. Maybe you would just offer to undress me tenderly and start by rubbing my feet. No matter, we would ultimately end up back in the bedroom where we would kiss and touch and quickly forget the stress of our day. It would be kissing and touching and sucking. I’d want to take my time, gradually releasing everything that had built up, ultimately laying back and letting you fuck me until we both got the release we needed, falling asleep completely satisfied.

Some nights I would want to come home to something a little different, where you would demand that I work for you just like I’d worked for “the man” during the day, pushing me to my knees where I’d suck you until you couldn’t take it anymore. Then you could bend me over a chair in the kitchen and take me from behind just like I love. The urgency and passion of the moment would make it even better, clothes partially off, not caring who saw us through the kitchen windows.

Yes, that’s what I want when I get home. I want someone to want me back, someone to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow. I need it tonight.