She had quickly exhausted ways in which to entertain herself. Dinner with friends, catching up on work, even mindless TV shows -- none of it filled the void of his absence. His business didn't take him away often, but when it did, she felt like a lost little lamb -- aimless without his guidance.
She wanted him beside her and inside her. His smell still lingered on his pillow and she quickly substituted it for her own. While only gone a few days, her body ached for him. Nightwear was optional when he was away, but she desperately wanted to be reminded of him - to be close to him. After a quick shower, she checked her cell anticipating a message. Nothing. Her heart sank a bit. He knew everything about her. Why couldn't he tell that she needed a piece of him now?
She scanned her phone for his old text messages. What was it about him? Though the words were weeks old, the fire between her legs began to rage as if he were right there. She tried as best she could to quell the heat, but it quickly proved too much. Not normally disobedient, she was about to do the unthinkable.
Naked still, she climbed into bed. The good girl on her shoulder sent objections. The naughty girl within made quick work of convincing her to open the night table drawer. His words began to fill her head. She was forbidden to use any of her toys without permission. Alas, not very submissive, but she simply HAD to put the fire out.
Arched back. Lustful moans. Passion unleashed. She decided there was no point in turning back. Her favorite toy in hand and imagining him inside her encouraged the squirting that was now taking place. Luckily, he wasn't due back until tomorrow evening so she decided clean up could wait until morning. If he knew, she would surely be punished. Sated and spent, she hugged his pillow tight and went to meet him in her dreams.
Maybe she could have prepared. Maybe she should have held out. Whatever the case, the safety of her slumber was about to be compromised. For there he stood in the doorway, hairbrush in hand...