There's nothing I want more than coming home after a long day at work, exhaustedly collapsing on the sofa and falling asleep while waiting for my roxybon to come home too. I want to wake up with my mouth and throat full, realizing she came home while I was dozing and she apparently decided she couldn't wait for me to wake up, instead carefully prying my mouth open and eagerly inserting herself down my throat, her prodding gentle at first but growing ever faster and harder until her heavy thrusting jolted me awake. She'd feel my throat constrict around her and see I've woken up, the dazed and confused look on my face only eliciting a mischievous grin and a redoubling of her efforts, moving her hands from the sides of my head, tangling her fingers in my hair instead, her grip on me now firm, her thrusting steady and hard until she plunges herself inside me down to the hilt, her body arching back in ecstasy, a wave of bliss washing over her as she pours herself deep inside me. After the flood subsides and she stops shuddering on top of me, she'd pull her now flaccid pp out of my mouth and wriggle down off my face, collapsing drowsily on top of my body, a handful of words of affection whispered in my ear before she drifted off to sleep.
But then reality would kick in and I'd jolt awake like a man falling off a chair, the dreams of roxybon merely that, a tired mind creating fantasy while the body rests sprawled on the sofa. Looking around my desolate apartment, I think I'd be too sick to eat anything despite not eating all day, but maybe I could stomach some drinks as I head for the liquor cabinet.