I come home and find the house quiet.  I pour myself a drink and text you its time to come home.  Normally I have no issue with you being out with friends but tonight I have other plans. 

I sit back in my chair and drain the first glass as I unzip to release some of the intense pressure building.  See all I have done is think about what I am going to do to you tonight.  I hear your car, the door, and your scurried feet as you step into my study.   You nibbling your lip as you see me “This is not going to suck or fuck itself, get out of those sexy little clothes and come take care of your man!”