“The party starts at 7,” you say, pointedly looking at me. I am currently on the bed, tea in hand and naked.
“Don’t you think you should change?
You look at your watch again, then at me. “We’re going to be late as it is.”
“No, we won’t.” I stretch out, handing you my empty cup and turning on my back. I see your cage jump just a bit in your pants as your eyes go up and down my body.
“Maybe we don’t have to go,” you start, thoughts starting to race through your head.
“No. We are going to the party.”
You look at me, at your watch and get a puzzled look on your face.
“First things first, though. I think I need some satisfaction,” I smirk.
As you start to climb between my legs, I add, “Oh, and just remember the mug…The party is Friday and today is Thursday.”