Getting Ready for You

I know you're going to fuck me tonight, and it's all I can think about. All day at work, I've mulled over what I'm going to wear, how I'm going to smell, how I'm going to make you feel. When I'm finally free, I rush home to prepare myself. I shave, everything, finding it so difficult not to touch my throbbing little clit. I'm so wet I have to be careful with the razor, my cunt already slick with need. My perfume, I decide, should be subtle, but rich. Something musky, to match the subtle smell of your cock. I dab it between my breasts, behind my ears, and behind my knees. You'll smell it when my legs are over your shoulders as you pound into me; I'll smell it after you've fucked your hard cock between my tits and you want to finish in my mouth. I put on my lingerie--white, as you'll appreciate the irony. A lacy basque, lace panties, stocking with lace tops. I stand to appreciate myself in the mirror, knowing that soon you'll rip all of it off me, bend me over, and shove your hard cock into my cunt, my mouth, my ass. All that white lace, shredded around us, as you finally quench my need.