She opened the door for him as he got in from work. She’d barely kissed him hello before he turned her around, bent her over the kitchen counter, and pulled her tights down. Minutes later, it was all over but the panting.
That was no fantasy—it was me and my boyfriend, just a typical Netflix-and-sweatpants kind of couple. But we like to have fun. We went out to eat that night, laughing over inside jokes. I’m sure his mind drifted back to our quickie. I know mine did. Done right, quickies can be a thrill. See how.