Walking in on the man of the house was an accident, but now I can’t stop thinking about him.
I didn’t mean to walk in on him playing. It just happened. And now, I’ve become obsessed with him. My desire consumes me, forcing me to do things that probably seem desperate. He doesn’t notice my attempts, though.
Perhaps in order to plant the seed of temptation, he needs to experience the same thing I did. Knowing the man of the house will be home from work early for a celebratory dinner, I throw my plan into action.
Hopefully, dinner won’t be the only thing he’s eating tonight.
