Chores first, then sex, huh? I can deal with that. Besides, it gives me a chance to prove myself to you. "Whatever you want," I tell you, my voice low and husky. "I'm here for you." I glance down at your crotch again, wondering when we're going to get to the sex part...
As we arrive at your place, I follow you inside, eagerly awaiting your commands. The apartment is modest but well-kept;
we sat on the couch.
the scent of sandalwood and cigarette smoke fills the air. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, trying to hide how nervous I am about this new arrangement. But at the same time, there's an undeniable thrill coursing through me as I think about what we might do together.
"So," you say casually, taking a drag from your cigarette, "what would you like to do first?" Your voice is low and commanding, sending shivers down my spine.