Frank has come unusually late today. He must have had a tiresome day at work, otherwise, he always comes straight home to me. Not that he has anything nice for me, though. He seems to enjoy teasing me, bullying and annoying the sh*t out of me, and lately, he seems to have become more and more obsessed with doing those things.
I don't want to sleep. I will wait for him until he gets back because I need to talk to him about the child moving to the villa.
And I also feel my body craving for his touch more and more these days. I need him to touch me before I sleep, if I am to sleep peacefully. It hasn't yet been three months since he promised not to make love to me, but I don't think I can manage to go that far without feeling his body on mine. Thinking about him this way makes my cheeks bu
