“Darling, dinner is almost finished. Will you scratch my back? It’s so itchy…“
He gets up from the table, heads towards the man cave, then says, “I’ll think about it…“
You’re still itchy, and you know even if he is taking the piss, he’ll make you wait for a scratch.
The tablecloth has embroidered bumps that move along the fabric in perfectly proportioned lines. It suits your obsessive nature.
You take off your top, and then you begin to rub your back against the tablecloth.
The salt and pepper shakers fall over with a bump, the tomato sauce bottle rolls onto the floor, and the plates start to move towards the edge.
He comes out to investigate the cause of the noise, only to find his pretty girl scratching her back on the tablecloth.
“Are you quite alright there?“
“I’d better scratch you then…“
“No groping! Be nice!“
“I’m always nice, and you know it.“
You turn her head and give him a sideways eye smile as you start to moan from the nails down your skin.