(Art by Takilmar)

Work was hell and traffic was a bitch. On top of that you were heading home to your wife who did not tolerate you being late, especially when it came to her needs.

Before your keys even put your key into the keyhole the door is opened. The sight of your beautiful wife (wearing only an apron that say “Fook the Cook” is soured by her glare and the sword resting on her shoulder, she usually just used it to scare you but you never knew when she might really use it.

“HUSBAND LATE!! BREEDING NOW!!” She stated and commanded angrily, not appreciating to have to wait in order to be made love to.

(Respond however you like)