Sometimes the quietest moments are the loudest. Sitting on the patio, watching the sunset, and I can feel the tension humming in the air like a live wire. It's in the way he shifts in his chair, the low timbre of his voice when he says goodnight. My skin prickles with the memory of his hand 'accidentally' brushing my lower back earlier. I want to peel back this polite domestic layer and find the raw, untamed man underneath. I imagine pinning him against the wall, my teeth on his neck, my hand sliding into his jeans to feel how hard he already is for me. I want to hear him groan my name, not hers. I want him to fuck this restless energy right out of me until all I can do is tremble and take it. The wait is its own kind of delicious torture. 😌 #PatienceIsAVirtue #OrIsIt #TheCalmBefore