When did 45 minutes become so long?
Should i change? You didn't ask me to wear anything special, but i'm only wearing a sweatshirt, black lace bra and black lycra shorts. i feel like i should wear something wonderful for You, but i don't know what.
i have to pee again.
Is it too cold in here? Maybe i should turn on the heat, but then it smells funny and what if it gets too hot. i'll leave it off, maybe turn it on later. flutters of anxiety and excitement, watching the window for Your car.
Still can't decide what to wear, ok..maybe a little perfume. Thank the goddess i shaved today. straighten out the futon, turn the answering machine down low. stop a moment to dream and smile...and then pee again.
Move my car out of my spot so You can have it. Should i make some tea? check contents of fridge to make sure there is cold Diet Coke. worry and wonder about what's going to happen. dreaming of waves of pain, mingling with pleasure. how can i possibly have to pee again.
When You walk into the door, i want to fall to my knees and kiss the tops of Your feet. i want to wrap my arms around Your legs and feel the muscles in Your calves. i want to wait for Your order to rise, the gentle touch of Your hand on the back of my neck. Your mouth taking possession of mine.
Waiting for the sting of Your whip, the sharpness of Your fingernails on my back, my nipples, my thighs. Use my flesh, mold it to Your liking, let my body, my mind, my soul, please You.
45 minutes...and now You're here.