No cumming tonight - he's coming tomorrow

I am not supposed to cum 48 hours before my Master visits.
He is coming tomorrow, around 1 o'clock.
Instead of a sandwich, his cock will fill my mouth.

Tonight, we are both thinking of the same thing. Tonight we are both - we are each - thinking about his using me. Mad contractions were set off in my womb as I wrote those words. I feel his hands on me. I feel his mind on me. His thoughts are gently fondling the folds of my cunt, after which there is no telling what he might do.

Probably not very much.
Time will be short.
He will explore much more tonight.
His sleep will be filled with dreams of blow jobs.
Tongues and lips and cautious teeth
will dance around his bed.

Time for me to stop writing.
Time for me to prepare the room.
Time for me to return to the world
where nothing exists
but him.

I've heard of worse places...