I don't know what it is w the Boyfriend and me.
I don't know if we're each other's safety net . . . or the anchor around each other's neck. It may be a combination of both. He's my safety net. And I'm the anchor around his neck.
Randi and I went out w the girls the other night. We all know what that means - a whole lot of drinking and a whole lot of talking about sex. The girls, who I met through Randi, are not lightweights in either category. When I talk w the guys, they tell me that girls night out is nothing like boys night out. Drinking seems to be the only thing each has in common. First off, drunk girls dance. There are going to be bodies rubbing against bodies - laughing - obviously not something which happens on guys night out. Another difference, Wide Load told me that men might say who they've "tagged", but don't really get into details. Fuck that!!! Girls get into detail. We want the dirt!!!
It was a hot wet evening if you know what I mean.
Heading home, I texted the Boyfriend, "you home". I was sure he'd probably gone to sleep when I got his response, "yup". I texted again, "want some company". It's moments like that, waiting for his response, which make me so damned glad I'm not a guy. I don't know how y'all deal w the constant threat of rejection. I was anxious waiting for him to text back. And yet, I swear I was getting more wet w the excitement too. I'm sure it was only seconds, but it felt like forever, when I got his text, "what makes you think I don't have company". Oh shit, I hadn't thought of that. Even so, I was pretty sure he was teasing. If he had a girl over, the date had to be going pretty bad for him to be texting w me. I remember laughing at the image of me showing up, walking in, and tagging her hand - "you're out, I'm in".
"Want more company", I responded, smiling to myself.
Just before arriving, I texted him w what I wanted. It's so much easier to text it than to say it. "No warm up needed. I'm ready for you. Just put me on my knees and fuck me hard. Hair pulling and spankings are optional".
Boyfriend handled everything w passion . . . including the options.
