This Little Piggy
She wiggled excitedly on the couch as she sat in front of the beautiful pale pink velvet box. It had come this morning with a note that read; Open at 7:00 p.m. All day she had watched it, willing it to whisper to her of what might be inside. He had seemed angry with her the night before and told her she would be sorry for her greediness, so the present was completely unexpected. She went about her day, doing everything that needed to be done, but always the pink box drew her, pulled at her. At 6:45 she sat trembling in panties that were soaked in the juices of anticipation. Pulling the box onto her lap she looked at the clock again. She could feel him watching the clock with her. Knew he would …