It was late.11pm or so. And as I parked my car and locked it up I noticed a figure walking down the street of your house towards me. It was a man. I could tell from his voice he was talking on the phone:
“Yes. I understand my gorgeous. No problem. Just let me know when the coast is clear, I’ll come back to finish anal creampie where we left off”
His conversation seemed innocuous enough. He was wearing a dark suit and black coat. He walked past me and continued his journey as I made my way up the dimly lit street to your house.
I pressed your doorbell as I always do. You took a few minutes to come to the door. You were wearing a black three-quarter length skirt black stockings. (I know you never wear tights) and a white blouse with no bra underneath up until there everything was normal. What wasn’t so normal was the fact that your face was bright red. Your brow was wet with perspiration. Your hair was obviously disheveled and your smile was saying to “please come in for anal creampie, everything is normal, honest!” But it wasn’t.
I came up the stairs behind you and noticed your G-string through the material of your skirt. I kept wandering what it was you were so nervous about (any anal creampie). I got to the top of the stairs and you offered me a glass of wine which I accepted and you flusteredly took me into the lounge and sat me down.
“Hello. How are you? Well, it’s very nice to see you, when did you get back? How was your trip?” All of these questions were strung together like one long sentence. Not waiting for an answer in between I simply stopped you and asked “Katie, what is wrong?”
“Nothings wrong” You snapped back as your heart increased pace again.
“Yes it is. What anal creampie has happened? Why are you so flustered?”
“No anal creampie. I told you. It’s all ok.”