I Left Something Turned On

Written by Karen

The bar was noisy when they entered, and their boisterous group did nothing to quiet it any as they chose a table in the back. They all ordered beers and got down to some serious unwinding time from their serious, life or death jobs. It was Friday, and as he had told her many times, sometimes guys just had to be guys, no matter how you dressed them up. One by one they loosened their ties, took of their suit jackets, throwing them over the backs of their chairs as they unwound.

He had just finished choosing which songs he wanted to hear from the nearby jukebox when his phone rang. His friends sighed, knowing what that ring meant.

“Don’t worry about it, she agreed this morning,” he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket, “Hey, honey. What’s up?” he asked.

“Where are you?” she asked, he could hear the pout in her voice.

He sighed, putting his unoccupied hand to his ear so he could hear her better, “I’m out with the guys. We talked about it this morning. I’ll be home around nine.”

“But I need you now,” she said, stressing the last word, “I’ve been bad today, and you should really punish me before I think I can get away with stuff like this.”

He sat up straighter, “What did you do?” he asked, half curious, half afraid that she had done something dangerous.

“I bought a few things we don’t need and can’t afford, including this nightie I’m wearing. It makes me look like a slut, everything but the bodice is sheer, it barely covers my ass, and my boobs are practically falling out. Especially when I bounce like this,” he could tell she was sitting on their big bed, he could hear the springs creaking as she bounced. He knew just how hard she had to be bouncing to get those springs to creak at all. Without trying, he got a mental image of her bouncing in the negligee she had just described.

“I’ll be right there,” he promised, standing up, closing his phone. His friends groaned, but he shrugged.

Well boys I hate to leave good company
But my baby just called me on the phone
And from the sound of her voice, I simply have no choice
I left something turned on at home

Well I just put a quarter in the jukebox
And it ain't halfway through my favorite song
But if I don't leave right now my whole place might burn down
'Cause I left something turned on at home

“I’m sorry, but she needs me home right now,” he said, “I’ll be here next week, okay?”

“You are so whipped, she snaps her whip, and you come running!” one of his friends said, and he just grinned at the image of his sweet blonde dressed in leathers wielding a whip.

“No, I just know who calls the shots,” he said, “Catch you all Monday.”

As he was getting into his truck, his phone rang again, “Why aren’t you here yet?” she asked when he answered, “I miss you, I need your arms around me, you inside me. I want to suck your hard cock…It’s been so long…”

“It’s been twelve hours,” he said, amused, reminding her of their lovemaking first thing that morning. He loved when she played the damsel in distress. He was hard just thinking about the picture she created with her words.

“It’s been too long when you love someone this much. My nipples are hard just thinking about you touching me…running your lips along my neck…biting down in that spot…”

“Hon, I would love to continue this conversation, but I’m afraid my driving’s gonna be a bit erratic if I don’t hang up now.”

“Fine,” she pouted, “But hurry home, before I start without you…”

It ain't the stove, it ain't the heater
She's hotter and a whole lot sweeter
And all day long she's been there alone
Right now her arms are open, the house is probably smokin`
'Cause I left something turned on at home

Hey waitress could you cancel that order
But if its too late I'll take it to go
Boys I gotta run 'fore somebody calls 911
'Cause I left something turned on at home

After buckling his seat belt, he had too much to live for to live dangerously, he put the key in the ignition as he thought about all the things he wanted to do that night. Two hundred plus years of experience and a willing slave kept their relationship at a sizzling heat. After so many years of denying the attraction, and going without the physical once they succumbed to their hearts, it seemed they were always willing to consummate their relationship, anywhere, anytime.

His thoughts drifted to the negligee she had mentioned, trying to picture it as it slid off her perfect body. She was always buying new nighties, negligees, and though they all made her look extremely hot, he wasn’t interested so much in the garment as the body that lay beneath, and was all his.

He drove the twenty minute route by muscle memory, his thoughts turning to her that morning, in the shower, with water running in rivers off her body, rolling down her shoulder, to the tip of her breast and running off before traveling down her perfect stomach and thighs. How he loved her body, her hair, her shoulders, her breasts, her thighs, what lay between her thighs…

The next time he glanced at the speedometer, he realized he was going over twenty miles over the speed limit and took his foot of the gas as he tried to fight his growing erection at the mere thought of her. He forced his thoughts to the weather, but the dark clouds above promised rain, and he started thinking of her in that white sundress, standing out in the cold rain waiting for him, until his patient administrations warmed up her trembling body. Not to mention their first time…moving together as the rain and thunder sounded outside his basement apartment…

He turned his mind to the scenery, but the river he was passing, with the flowers dancing in the wind on the river bank reminded him of the time they had gone canoeing, and overturned the boat, and had to let their clothes dry on the banking.

It ain't the stove, it ain't the heater
She's hotter and a whole lot sweeter
And all day long she's been there alone
Right now her arms are open, the house is probably smokin`
'Cause I left something turned on at home

As a last ditch attempt, he turned on the radio, set to an everything station, only to hear Shania Twain and Billy Currington singing about a party for two. He groaned, shutting off the radio, wiggling his hips on the leather seat, trying to relieve the pressure building in his loins. She always did this to him, no matter how close or far away she was.

On autopilot, he swerved into the housing development and around the corner towards the home they had made together. He pulled into the driveway, slammed on the breaks, and rushed out of the car. He was up the walk, his hand outstretched for the door knob, when the door opened, and she was standing there.

He stopped just short of the threshold, staring at her as the pressure of his cock against his tight pants made him want to cry out. Her hands were on her hips, the bathrobe she was wearing was tied around her waist in a ditch effort to conceal herself. The two sides of the robe weren’t even close to meeting in the middle, and he could clearly see what she had said earlier about her newest piece of clothing. For a moment, he couldn’t help but think what the neighbors would think if they could see his perfect little housewife now.

“You’re late,” she snapped, and that was when he noticed the whip in her right hand, and he knew she knew exactly how to use it.

“I came as soon as I could, Buffy. Did you want me getting into an accident?” he asked, only protesting because he knew she desired him to, making her role all the more sweeter as the dominant one.

“Inside. Now,” she said, pointing back towards the bedroom. He hung his head, unable to wipe the grin of anticipation off his face as he entered the house.

Right now her arms are open, the house is probably smokin`
'Cause I left something turned on at home
Yeah I left something turned on at home

END

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