You've been waiting for me to get to your house. Spent the last half-hour tidying things that have already been cleaned, trying not to watch the clock, trying not to stare at the coffee table and think about the plans you have for it.

The sound of the doorbell makes you jump you'd been lost in thought staring at the table again. You cross to the door as quickly as you can with your now raging hard-on. Thoughts of what awaits you on the other side of the door betraying your desires.