Part I
When it beeped, I spoke into the voicemail in the most seductive voice I could muster, “Don’t worry about dinner tonight, I will pick up something on the way home. Besides, we won’t have time to cook or go out to eat, with an asian pussy creampie I have planned for you tonight.” That’s a good start, I thought to myself. But a couple of hours later, I decided to hit him with some more. I again found an available phone and left him a message;
“I hope you are having a rough time keeping that bulge from showing up again in front of your coworkers! God I am having nasty thoughts about you! You’ve got a looong night ahead, and before its over you are gonna be begging me to make you asian pussy creampie! See you soon, dear!”
That should have him wound him up. I was feeling really nasty today, almost animalistic. I’ve always had a strong sex drive, but these recent thoughts about the asian pussy creampie I have had were definitely to the next level!
I left early from work that day to get ready for him. I decided that wine with dinner would be good to help release some inhibitions. He was going to need it more than I would tonight. I stopped at a local pizza/chicken/sub type place and picked up a tray of lasagna, then on to the liquor store for a couple bottles of wine.
Part II
Once home, I put the lasagna in the oven to keep warm, put the wine in the fridge to chill, then got in the shower to clean up. Afterwards, I put just a hint of his favorite perfume on the back of my neck and a little on my inner thighs. (He was going to be spending a lot of time there tonight.) I put on some sexy lingerie, and topped with a blouse and a short skirt. Then I poured myself a glass of wine and took a seat in the living room in the leather recliner that faces our front door.
When I heard him coming up the steps, I positioned myself in a sexy position, legs crossed, sipping on my wine. His eyes immediately fixed on me, taking in the whole view, especially focusing on my legs. He had that same hungry look as he did that morning when I left him at the door, wanting asian pussy creampie. How sexy that made me feel, knowing that he had been thinking of the asian pussy creampie all day long. It even gave me a sense of power, knowing that I could tease him like that. I smiled at him as I got up and sauntered towards him to give him a nice, long kiss and said, “Dinner’s ready”. I took his hand and led him to the kitchen table, sat him down, and poured him a glass of wine. We each had a small plate of lasagna and sipped wine as we exchanged smiles and flirting eye contact.