Tonight’s the Night_(1)

Please, indulge in my visuals.
If it turns out that my words suit your palette,
then do leave a comment; letting me know if I should continue,

this sordid little fantasy.

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He arrived to discover her front door just slightly ajar, exactly as how she had told him it would be on this particular night. His instincts told him ever still, to knock, call out, but he pushed the thought away, and ever so quietly through the door he went. Once inside, closing it behind him and securing the lock in place. Now it was the point of no return, he thought to himself. If she were to get cold feet and try to change her mind, he didn’t know if he could force himself to back down, and respect her wishes…

One foot in front of the other, slowly he strode through the living area where electronic synth music played softly in the background. In the distance, off down the hallway he could hear the sound of a shower emanating from the furthest door; steam rolled out through the thin crack at the bottom and he could just make out a faint flickering of light. He grinned deviously, biting down on his bottom lip as he feels his cock begin to pulsate and harden in his jeans. Everything was as she said it would be, “What a good girl…” he groans softly as he finally grasps and turns the knob to the bathroom door. He enters quickly and gently closes the door behind him, not wanting to cause a stir just yet; then admiring how much steam he is now enveloped in as he gives his eyes time to adjust to the dim candle lighting. At last, he makes out her shapely figure through the clear plastic shower curtain, and he wonders if she’s just pretending, or if she truly has yet to notice his presence.

He didn’t care either way, there was no time like the present.