As you drive home from work late you start thinking about how shitty your day has been. No, correction your whole week. It started last Wednesday when I called at the last minute to tell you that my trip had to get rescheduled. You figured I chickened out. So there was crap, it is your birthday and you still haven't gotten to see me. Hell, you have barely spoken to me at all in the past week, and not at all today. Then, Saturday Marie tells you that she and the kids are taking a trip to visit her family and will be gone the whole week. So now you don't have me, you don't have your family, work is killing you because they are so busy, and to top it all off your driving home through rain so heavy you can barely see the tailights in front of you.
It's been dark and gloomy all day. Just the kind of day that makes you want to go home, strip down and curl into your bed. Of course, that reminds you that the only thing sharing your bed for the next week will be your cat. With a sigh you try to concentrate on the drive. But no matter how hard you try to concentrate your mind keep drifting to the last story I wrote to you. It was well over a week ago, but just thinking about it makes your dick throb. Shaking your head roughly you focus on the road.
Two hours later you finally make it home. Pulling into your driveway you see your dark house and seeing how lonely it looks you just sit there for a minute and contemplate turning around and going out for dinner. Realizing that the rain has started to get worse you sigh a decide to go scrounge for something. Running to your front door you fumble with the keys getting thoroughly soaked in the process, finally managing to get your door opened. Flicking on the light you pull your wet clothes off, knowing there is no one to bitch at you, and pad through the house naked.
Opening the fridge you look in, and seeing nothing really worth eating you wander off to the bathroom hoping a nice hot shower will cheer you up a bit. Softly singing 'Happy Birthday' to your self you start the water running and step into the hot steamy water. Leaning your head back you begin to remember one of the first stories I wrote to you about being in a shower together. Standing there with the hot water running down your body you close your eyes and begin to slowly stroke your hard cock. Picturing me on my knees in front of you taking said cock deep into my mouth, you begin to stroke faster. Letting the hot water let your hand slide easily over your rock hard member, you stroke even faster groaning loudly as you feel your balls tighten and your hot cum shoot out. With an even louder groan you lean back against the wall and continue to stroke you cock squeezing every last drop out. With a small shudder you open your eyes saddened that there is no one around to continue your joy with.
Sighing, you finish your shower. Wrapping a towel around your waist you pad back to the kitchen hoping to find something to eat. Seeing a note on the counter you pick it up. It's a short note from your father telling you that a delivery came for you, and he put it into the oven. Thinking that is kind of weird you open the oven to see a pizza with a card on top of it. Opening the card you see it is a birthday card from me.
Happy Birthday Lover,
Knowing that you were going to be alone today I got you a pizza from my favorite place up here. I hope you enjoy a true Chicago style deep dish pizza. After you eat, go curl up in bed and give me a call.
I love you babe,