Finally, the working day is over. Long, stupid, meaningless and stupid. Ugh, how tired I am of it! Well, this relatively light work in the administration of a large public institution has its drawbacks: from endless papers, calls, annoying visitors to painfully curious colleagues, who try to insert a hairpin at each opportunity, and bosses suffering from idleness, but considering it their sacred duty to stick in subordinate some tedious, painstaking, but completely unnecessary work. Yes, I am worried today ... And the soul requires romance. Although no! Something sharper! For example, black lace stockings, burning red wine with pepper and cinnamon and a cooling sensation of silk on your skin ... gently on the neck, chest, stomach, between the thighs ...

I am going home. Damn, I forgot to buy milk. Again you will swear. My lovely husband. You hate black coffee. Hmm, you lose a lot, by the way. Okay, we'll get along. The key is already inserted in the lock. Click And the door opened. Strange. You should be at home. Why is it so dark? And quiet. Very strange.

- Darling, are you here?

Silence. Without turning on the light, I take off my raincoat and walk into the room. For a moment, and with my skin, I felt that you were behind. Clamp your mouth with your hand and squeeze it to yourself.

- Quiet, baby, do not twitch! - your hot whisper burns my skin.

Instinctively, I shudder and shrink into a ball. A nervous laugh to himself. This, apparently, pay for forgotten milk! Well, my husband can sometimes be shrewd. But it’s dangerous to joke with him, especially now that the air around is literally electrified with violence and desire. My pupils dilate. The body is tense. I get a little scared. You gently blows behind the ear, down the neck, to the clavicle ... Goosebumps. Fear is gradually receding, but I am on my guard. What to expect from you, I do not know yet. But I am very curious. I agree with a nod, of course, I will be an obedient girl. Perhaps for the time being. You take your hand away from my mouth and blindfold with a black silk handkerchief. I'm standing, not moving. You walk away. I do not feel you. Where are you? Where are you gone? Sharp needles of anxiety pierce my body and make me shiver. Oh, here you are! I felt! You walk in circles. I am your victim. Your legal booty. And you know it. You look forward to it. You yourself do not know what will happen ... and how it will be ... but something will definitely happen! You are not in a hurry. You set the rules. You feel like a master. You are again behind. You touch me. Arms, shoulders, back, stomach, legs. And up again. Your palms slide confidently, in a businesslike manner. Yours and yours only! But you play. You deliberately avoid intimate places. You are teasing! Slowly, very slowly, you free me from clothes. I'm naked. Fully. I'm shaking. From cold, excitement and fear. I do not know what will happen ... After all, this is your night! Your game. But I know for sure that you will do whatever you want. After all, you have been waiting for this for so long. You want to enjoy this moment ... You relish ... Strength and tenderness, rudeness, passion, pain and again tenderness ... You drive me crazy ... You violently coerce, and then you seem to comfort as a little child. I'm your woman. Your whore. Your female I'm your girl. Gentle, fragile and so helpless in front of you.

- I'm yours!!! Yours !!! - my cry breaks the night. Your growl A blinding blast, and you fall heavily on me. We lie silently for a few moments. You do not let me out of the embrace. I feel the sweetness of your body. Wet kiss And an amazing calm inside me. A cloud of the most delicate pleasure slowly envelops and enthralls you in a sound, even sleep.

And in the morning, as usual, I am late for work, enjoying with pleasure the burning taste of strong black coffee with you.