The gun fires…

And we’re off and running again. After continuing to email all weekend, Wayne and I finally decided to meet on Wednesday for lunch. Yesterday morning, though, he was told that a meeting had been scheduled midday on Wednesday, and with a flurry of emails, we discovered that we both were able to get away from work for a couple of hours and could meet in the middle. So we did, finding a secluded spot in a parking lot behind some tennis courts at a park.

He’s tall. That was the first thing that struck me about him. He’d told me that he was 6′2″, but it’s much more impressive in person. And you know how I feel about size – anyone taller or bigger than me is automatically raised a peg. Definitely good-looking. He has a sprinkling of gray, but a boyish face; ice blue eyes, beautiful lips, a killer smile. We greeted each other with a hug, chatted for a minute, then decided to get into the backseat of my car so we could sit and relax. We talked for several minutes and then he asked if he could kiss me, and thus began the great makeout session of ‘08.

It was awesome, truly. Everything I’ve been craving – the deep kissing, the hands roaming, and every few minutes we’d come up for air and he’d tell me how beautiful, sexy, funny, smart, he finds me…and you know how I eat that shit up. Kissing and compliments, my two biggest turn-ons. His kisses were great – hard but not too forceful, a lot of tongue but not too wet. And speaking of wet…damn…

If I could have changed anything, it would have been that in some ways he was too reserved. When we hugged at the beginning and the end of the tryst, he let go very quickly. While we were making out, he’d graze my breast, a couple of times gently squeezing my nipple – but then he’d move his hand away. And every time I started kissing his neck, he’d pull away after just a few moments, because apparently that’s a “sweet spot” for him and he couldn’t handle it. (He said if we had more time, more privacy, more room, he’d let me continue.)

Now, if we had the opportunity to spend more time together – if he was local, like Kevin, for instance, or didn’t have kids – none of that would be a problem for me (well, except maybe the hugging), because it definitely builds tension and anticipation. But we were trying to figure out the next time we can see each other, and it’s going to be several weeks or more. Fuck, that frustrates me. If I didn’t like him so much – if I wasn’t so connected with him intellectually and emotionally – I’d probably give up on it. I mean, I’m horny beyond belief and dying to spend a few more hours making out; if I can’t have him again soon, I may be overwhelmed with a need to find someone else to fill the void. But who?

I could call Kevin in a heartbeat and he’d jump, but I don’t want him. First of all, he’s not new anymore, which is half the excitement; secondly, what I want right now isn’t sex, but more the kissing and making out stage, the desire and anticipation, and we all know that’s not his strong point.  

I don’t think Mark would work either. He’s out of town right now, but there’s just something not quite connecting there. I get the sense that he either feels big-brotherly toward me, or – and I’m pretty sure this isn’t the case, but it’s the easiest way to explain it – it’s almost like he’s a closet homosexual trying to play it straight. The overly flirtiness when we’re out; the absolute lack of it when we’re alone together. I doubt he’s gay, but the fact that he didn’t attack me when we were at my house is a huge red flag indicating some kind of disinterest.

What does that leave me with? Craigslist? Ugh. I don’t want to go through all of that again. I’m flummoxed now, at a loss for what to do next. I love Wayne’s emails, the connection we have, but I need more of him, more than he can give me. What to do, what to do…

Inching along

I did end up having lunch with Mark again yesterday. He called me about 11:00 and asked if we were still on, so we met around noon at a place near his house. More flirting, more catching up. One thing I really like is that he remembers a lot about when we were in high school and talks about it – and me – fondly. On Tuesday we’d talked about our situations – he’s just getting out of a long relationship that’s been dead for a while, and I didn’t give him a play-by-play of my dalliances, but did admit to having “extracurricular” activities. He has no issues at all about hooking up with a married woman, which is actually kind of refreshing. Most of the guys I’ve been with have mentioned some kind of guilt or concern, but not Mark. He said something to the effect of “It’s not my problem; it’s totally up to you.”

Still, I just can’t say whether I think anything’s really going to happen. Case in point: after lunch I had some errands to run and he had nothing to do for a few hours, so I asked him to join me. He’d walked from his house so we went in my car. One of the things I needed to do was return a few things to Target, but I’d left the bag at home, so we came back here to pick it up. He wanted a “tour,” so I walked him around. We were in the living room (with a couch), the bedroom (with a bed) and the kitchen (with a counter), and he didn’t make one move. Yet several times later, when we were running around town, he put his arm around me, or held my hand briefly, and once even squeezed my butt. When I dropped him off at home, he gave me a crushing hug but didn’t kiss me. I was disappointed at that, but not so much that he didn’t kiss me, just that I’ve been really craving being kissed lately.

Wayne and I are still emailing constantly – I had six emails from him before I woke up this morning – and it’s definitely keeping me charged up. Today we started tiptoeing around the idea of possibly meeting for lunch sometime soon. I would like to meet him in person. I think I’ve said this before, that as much as you find someone attractive in a photo, as much as you like the way they write, it’s no guarantee that you’ll have chemistry in person. I’m interested to know if that will be the case with Wayne. And if we do connect as well in person as we do online, I’m definitely overdue for some good kissing.

I realized that I didn’t mention Kevin in my last post – we still email, text and/or talk on the phone a few times a week. He’s made it very clear that he really wants to remain friends. We’ve gotten together five or six times for lunch or just to hang out. He’s still mildly physically affectionate with me; will squeeze my arm once in a while or playfully touch my face or my leg. Now and then he’ll joke about us having sex. Honestly, I’d really rather not see him or talk to him at all, but he’s so damn accommodating that I just can’t get rid of him. Any limits I set on our friendship, he agrees to. I think I may just have to have him killed.

Janie lives!

I know, I know, put me over your knee and spank me. I think you know me well enough by now, though, to know that if you ain’t hearing from me, ain’t nothing going on. And if you DO hear from me, well…

No, I haven’t slept with, made out with, or so much as kissed anyone other than my husband since the time with Ben. When was that? Two and a half months ago? Jesus. Honestly, I really haven’t been interested in looking. I’ve flirted here and there, but I just don’t feel like making anything happen. I’ve been really busy with work and family, and have taken on a freelance project that I work on a few nights a week, which takes up a good portion of my free time and my concentration.

The only thing remotely sex-related that’s happened – and this is a stretch – is that for a couple of weeks there, I dreamed about every other night that I was kissing someone. The really good, deep, erotic kisses. It was a different person every time. The first was Kevin, second was Ed Norton (yes, the actor), and then a few others. But basically, that was it.

All of a sudden, though, a couple of potential dalliances have just fallen into my lap. Well, OK, I kind of walked into one of them, but the other literally came out of left field. I’ll elaborate:

1. In my office building, there was a guy who worked just down the hall – about my age, nothing special, but decent – and he used to pass by my office a lot. My desk faces the door, which is basically always open, and we started smiling at each other when he’d walk by. One day a few weeks ago, he was coming out of his office, and I’m not quite sure how it happened, but he was adjusting his shirt and it pulled up and gave me a nice shot of his abs. It struck me as a really erotic moment and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Later that night, I posted an ad on CL MC (keep up with me here), vague enough that only he might figure out who I was, with just a short description of what I’d seen and that it had briefly turned me on.

Well, he never wrote me, but someone did. Someone I’ll call Wayne. And it was, hands down, the most entertaining email I’ve ever received in my life. He said that he wasn’t the guy I was talking about, but that he had tailed the guy for me in order to give me an idea of what he was like. It’s too long to post the whole thing here, but it started with the guy getting into a car with the license plate “ass man,” driving around town peeping into windows, making drug deals, then changing into a clown suit and driving an ice cream truck…it was hilarious. I wrote him back, and we struck up a dialogue. Now, we’re emailing every day, several times a day, talking about anything and everything – you know how it is. He’s also married with children, a few years older than I am, good-looking (yes, I asked for a picture), funny and intelligent. He lives far enough away that we’d never cross paths in everyday life, but close enough that we could easily get together if we chose to. And therein lies the rub, or so to speak. I don’t know yet if this will go beyond email. Some moments I think yes, some moments I’m not sure I want to – not that I don’t want him, but that I’m just not up for getting physical with anyone.

2. As Reese Witherspoon says in “Pleasantville,” OK, this was not my fault. On Tuesday, out of the blue, I ran into a guy, “Mark,” whom I haven’t seen since high school. I can’t really say we were friends – I mean, we were, but only for a brief time before he graduated (he was a year or two ahead of me) and our friendship circles overlapped. I had had a crush on him then, but beyond remembering that, I really can’t remember any of the details of our friendship. I know we were at a few parties together. That’s about it. Anyway, we were able to have lunch that day and did some catching up.

He’s extremely talkative and easygoing, and we were reminiscing about high school, and at one point I said, “Mark, I have to ask you something, and this is going to sound SO bad.” He assured me it was fine, so I asked, “Did we ever hook up?” He kind of half-laughed, and said yes. I asked, “Did we sleep together?” Again, he laughed and said yes, and I said, “See, I told you it was going to be bad!” But he wasn’t offended at all. He told me it was at a party when we were both completely wasted, and in his words, it was “terrible.” I said good, that I didn’t feel so guilty for not remembering.

Mark was very flirtatious with me throughout lunch – and I’m not going to lie and say I wasn’t giving it right back – and we joked a lot about sleeping together again. Well, we weren’t entirely joking. When we left, he gave me a couple of big tight hugs (I love those) and we talked about possibly having lunch again tomorrow. And I definitely want to hang out with him again, because he’s just such a cool guy, and I’m definitely attracted to him, but again, I’m just not sure I want it to get physical. The crux of the matter is, though, that if we do get together and have the opportunity to be alone, it’s going to happen. There’s just no two ways about it.

However, he didn’t call or email me at all today, and that tells me that he’s not losing any sleep over it. I get the sense that he feels the same way I do – if we find ourselves with the opportunity, it will happen, and if we don’t, it won’t. I think, though, that I’m not going to call him tomorrow. If he calls me, fine; if not, I’ll be just as happy not having to worry about it.

But I promise, you’ll be the first to know if anything happens.

You ain’t missing a thing

Since the last time I posted, I’ve only had sex twice, and both times with my husband. I’m just not feeling it right now – not that the lull will last long, of course, but that’s the way it is at the moment. Let’s catch up on a few things.

1. Kevin. I know, I really should have posted about this after it happened but there has been a lot going on at work and with my kid and I just haven’t had the alone time. I got to the bar and it was very crowded; he was sitting at the bar and had saved a seat for me, and as soon as I sat down he grabbed my hand and started caressing and squeezing it. I let him do that while he caught me up on his day and a few things that had been pending. After a little while, I just said, “I hate to start a conversation this way, but we need to talk.” His face dropped and he got it right away. I told him, “We knew it wasn’t going to last from the start, and it’s time that we just transition into a friendship.” It wasn’t a long conversation, and he took it well, although it was obvious he was very disappointed. When we walked out to the car, he said he wished we could have had “one last time,” and I said, “But then it would lead to one more last time, and one more…that’s why I had to do this in public. If we were alone together, you would have just said, ‘Yeah, right, now suck my dick.’” He laughed and admitted I was right. Anyway, we’ve talked and emailed some since then, and it’s been OK. I have no desire to sleep with him again, although let’s be honest; in a very weak moment, he may turn into the dick in the glass case: break in case of emergency.

2. Michael. When we talked one day last week, I continued to be flirty with him, but I wasn’t really getting anything in return, so I decided to take it down a notch. The rest of the week, whenever I saw him or talked to him on the phone, I was friendly but all business, no flirting at all. I figured I’d back off and let him pursue me a little if he really wanted me. Well, today we worked together a little and he made several flirtatious remarks and innuendos, so after the first couple I responded back with my own. When he was getting ready to leave, he mentioned that he wasn’t working tomorrow afternoon, and he knew I wasn’t working, and he didn’t come right out and say it, but he insinuated that maybe we could get together. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, but I didn’t tell him that. I just played it coy and said it was too short notice and that he shouldn’t expect me to be at his “beck and call.” He knew I was playing around so he gave me a “next time” opening.

3. Ben. I had barely heard from him – a couple of text messages, but that was it – and it was starting to piss me off. Then he called me yesterday as excited as could be: he got back together with his girlfriend. There had been all kinds of drama, intense discussions, back-and-forth, and finally they worked it out. Here’s where it gets interesting: she asked him point-blank if he’d been with anyone, and the honest Boy Scout that he is, he told her, and not only was she not pissed, she started up with the threesome talk again. So it looks like that may be back on, possibly in a few weeks when my husband is on a business trip. That’s definitely something to look forward to…

Drama

I think I’m going to create some tomorrow night, and in a sick way I’m kind of looking forward to it. I’m meeting Kevin out at a club where we’re going to see a band he likes.  I’m going to, in essence, “break up” with him. He is just too emotionally attached to me, and the sex isn’t worth it anymore. He does tend to be sensitive, so I’m not sure how it will go. It could be as simple as, “OK, I understand,” or it could go to the other extreme with him crying and storming out. Who knows? I don’t want to hurt him, so I will be very kind and gentle, but it might be fun to have a dramatic public breakup for once in my life…

I keep thinking back to Thursday night with Ben. It was just such a gorgeous, erotic experience. I get wet whenever I think about how good he was with his fingers, the way he stroked my clit so gently and almost made me come. I don’t think even Laurie did that well with her fingers. And how he licked and sucked my nipples with very little pressure, which is exactly the way I like it. The contrast is really what gets me – his body is very hard and strong, and he wraps his arms around me so tightly I almost can’t breathe, yet his kissing and stroking and licking is so gentle. My mind has been whirling trying to figure out when we can get together for round 2. Of course, I’m wondering if I’m on my own in that respect, as I haven’t heard any feedback from him since he left my house…

And the flirting with Michael continues. I saw him on Friday and he was stressed out and apologized to me for being “off.” I emailed him a couple of hours later and said, “By the way, you’re still sexy even when you’re stressed and grumpy.” Less than an hour after that, he wrote me back, “And you’re still sizzling even when I barely get a chance to look at you.” Yummy.

Oh, I almost forgot. Laurie sent me a text message out of the blue on Saturday. It said, “You were the subject of a very sexy dream this morning.” I never texted her back. I really didn’t know what to say. I don’t want to string her along, and I know I’m not interested in hooking up with her again.

Damn.

This was a hell of a week. My head is still spinning. I was with Kevin on Tuesday and Wednesday and it was all the same, same, same. Hot, passionate, somewhat painful. He smacked and pinched my ass so hard on Tuesday that it almost brought tears to my eyes. I need to get rid of this kid. I mean, the sex is great but enough is enough. He’s grown very attached to me and it just feels too open-ended. I have to find some way to break it off.

The real news of the week, though, is that I finally slept with Ben. It was a sudden and unexpected turn of events – he texted me on Thursday that he and his new girlfriend are through. I had a few hours free so I told him to come over for some “consoling.” We were both feeling tired and mellow, so first we just sat on my bed and he told me about all the drama and bullshit. I had worked out that morning and my legs were really sore, so he started massaging them, and thus the fun began. I have to say, it was absolutely awesome. First of all, he and I are such good friends and understand each other so well, and it’s been almost two years since we first met and hooked up, so this has been a long time coming.

But another thing that made it so incredible was just how different it was from what I’ve gotten used to with Kevin. We spent the better part of an hour actually making out, kissing, fondling, wrapped around each other – it was amazingly sensual. He’s taller than Kevin and thicker, but well muscled and strong. His hands are unbelievable. God, the things he did to me! I almost had an orgasm from his fingers, but I made him stop. I wanted to wait. In hindsight, I should have gone ahead and let him make me come, because by the time we got to the sex, we were both so keyed up that it only lasted a few minutes. That’s OK. It was definitely a precursor of more to come. The overall experience was positively heavenly.

Fresh meat

I have a new obsession. I’ll call him Michael. I can’t figure out how to explain how I know him without giving away identifying information. So let’s just say that he’s somehow connected to my work, although we don’t exactly work together. I see him a few times a week. I’ve only known him for a couple of months and at first he flew right under my radar. But in the past couple of weeks since things have been so busy, I’ve seen him more and we’ve spent some time chatting, and suddenly this past week it hit me that I’ve got it bad for him. He’s totally unlike most of the guys I’ve been with recently. He’s BIG. Not too much taller than I am, but very broad and built. I know he spends a lot of time at the gym. His chest, arms and shoulders are huge. Not steroid-ridiculous huge, but about as big as he could be before crossing that line. He also has a nice ass and thick legs. He’s older than I am, but I’m not sure by how much. Late 30s? Maybe early 40s at the most. Gray around the temples. But he has a sweet face and gorgeous eyes.

Anyway, we’ve been joking and laughing a lot lately but today I had the opportunity to push the envelope, and I did, and he fell hook, line and sinker. I started slowly like I always do, by bringing attention to the fact that I was flirting (most guys are either too dense or too cautious to “get it,” and he was no different). I usually say something about being a big flirt, or joke about “crossing the line.” He said something that gave me an opening and I responded with something like “…I might flirt with you more than I already do.” He looked a little surprised and was like, “You do?” And I gave him the old, “Oh, come on, girls must flirt with you all the time,” etc. and we were off and rolling. He mentioned that he and his wife had had a big blowout fight last weekend, we talked about that a little, I interjected a few more insinuations, and then when it was time for him to go, I said something about the project we’d been working on and how I would be so glad over the next couple of weeks because he’d made something easier for me, and he said, “Yeah, that’s my plan, to make you think about me every day,” and I said, “Oh, I do that already,” and he told me I was making him blush and getting him flustered, and I told him that that was MY plan so that he’d think about me every day.

All in all, it was one of my best performances. God, I’m dying to get him naked and climb on top of that gorgeous body.

Fucked Kevin yesterday. It’s been so long and I could tell he was really pent up because he was throwing me around like a rag doll. I had an awesome orgasm (it’s been too damn long for me too, at least with another person) and then he threw me off him, got on his knees next to me, grabbed my hair and made me suck my juices off him before climbing on top of me and fucking me like there was no tomorrow. He choked me, pounded me, and just before he came he slapped me in the face a few times. Awesome.

Ah, my public clamors…

Meaning, my one friend who has the link to this blog just got on my case to write more. GOTCHA, pal…

Well, you haven’t missed anything juicy, I promise you that. It’s been mostly work, work, work. The only sex I’ve had since the last time I’ve posted is once with my husband and twice with my vibrator. Very oddly, the two vibrator incidents were on the same day, within a few hours of each other. That is a rarity for me. And it wasn’t that I was super horny or anything. I think what happened was that I had a few hours home alone, so of course I got out the vibrator and the porn, but I pulled out an old porno that I hadn’t watched in a long time, so it was kind of new all over again, and a few hours later I wanted to do it again so that I could watch more of the tape. It was an orgy tape, if you’re interested. Although it wasn’t all that great, because it was basically just one big room with a bunch of couples going at it. I’d rather see threesomes and foursomes and a lot of “sharing” going on.

I was actually getting really annoyed with my husband because he hasn’t been interested in sex lately – I didn’t show my annoyance to him, but it was bugging me that he’d roll right over and go to sleep without even trying – but then on Sunday night out of nowhere he suddenly got amorous and pounced on me. On one hand I was glad, but I just couldn’t get myself to get really excited about it, so the sex was just mediocre. And his breath stunk, which pissed me off. The joys of married life.

So, upcoming. As I mentioned, next week my husband is working night shift for a few nights, so there will be some hot stuff going on with Kevin. And I am looking forward to it. Unfortunately, I’m due for my period, so that may put a crimp in our plans. I’m not really into “crime scene” sex, as my friend Dan calls it. Love that term.

Also, I had lunch today with Ben and his new girlfriend. He’d told me that she’s bi and has expressed an interest in having a threesome. I figured it was a long shot that I’d be attracted to her AND comfortable enough around her to actually consider it, but surprisingly, I was wrong on both counts. She is pretty but not “too” pretty – quirky cute, I’d call her – and she’s sharp with a quick wit, and a dominant personality. Between that and Ben looking hot as hell in his beard, there’s a definite possibility of finally fulfilling my threesome fantasy in the near future.

Busy, busy, busy

It’s our busiest time of year at work – gee, can you guess what industry I work in? Haven’t had a moment to think. I did have a spare couple of hours last Thursday to get ravished by Kevin, though. He was ruthless, too. Yanked my head back by my hair, slapped my face, choked me hard. God, what an orgasm I had. I let him take some video, but only of body parts, no faces, and there’s nothing out of the ordinary about anything on my body that he got on camera. He promised never to show it to anyone. Which means within a week I’m sure I’ll find it on YouTube. I’ll post the link for you.

Have I mentioned that I can’t orgasm during sex unless I fantasize about other people having sex? Yeah. Been that way for as long as I can remember. It doesn’t matter if it’s my husband, Kevin, Laurie, Brad Pitt (or Angelina); I have to fantasize in order to come. It’s like watching porn in my head. And it’s never me with someone else, or anyone I know. It’s usually TV or movie characters in really fucked up pairings. One of my favorites is the cheerleader from Heroes with the big black Haitian. He’d tear her apart. Not that it would matter, though, since she’d just regenerate…

I doubt I’ll have anything exciting to report for the next week and a half because I’ll be working pretty much around the clock, but the week after that will be interesting because my husband is going to be working night shift. He has enough seniority that that doesn’t happen very often, but his number came up this month. I’ve already mentioned it to Kevin, and we’ll definitely make use of a couple of those nights, although I will probably start peeking around to see if there’s any other trouble I can get myself into.

Recap

The night went like this:

She showed me around her place. We sat on the couch and she asked me for a shoulder rub since she’d been driving all day. I massaged her shoulders for a while. I had something on my mind I’d been wanting to ask her since I first started looking at those w4w ads, and I figured there was no better time than the present. When you look at the ads, along with the typical “butch” and “femme” designations, you sometimes see women define themselves as a “top” or “bottom.” Now, I totally get this as pertains to gay men; anatomically it just makes sense. But I asked Laurie, what do women mean when they use those terms? She explained that mostly it’s just an “aggressor” term, meaning a top would generally be the aggressor and be the one who generally “gives,” while a bottom would be more of a submissive type and do more receiving. She also said that in the BDSM communities, it’s definitely a dominant/submissive designation. OK. She asked me, if I had to classify myself, how I would do so, and I said that while I can definitely be the aggressor sometimes, I love to acquiesce when someone takes the lead. She said that was good because she’s more of a “top” herself.

After that it made sense that we move into the bedroom. She lit a couple of candles and we started making out on the bed. She got on top of me and rolled me over and kissed and nibbled on the back of my neck. She pulled my shirt and pants off and kissed all down my back and the back of my thighs. When she rolled me back over, we took off the rest of our clothes and stretched out naked together. She was very soft, and I spent some time licking and playing with her nipples, but she pushed me back and took over again. She asked me if there was anywhere I didn’t want her fingers to go, and I told her there were no limits.

She worked her way down and bit and licked my thighs for a bit before she settled in. Damn, was it good. First of all, no one has gone down on me in months and months – I can’t remember the last time. Kevin never has. Secondly, there is definitely something to be said for lesbian cunnilingus – she sure knew exactly what the hell she was doing. She stayed pretty light with her tongue and worked me with her fingers, teasing around the opening for a little while, then slowly starting with one finger and working her way up. It took about 10 minutes for me to orgasm, and I loved every second of it. The orgasm was amazing. I came for a good minute, then pulled her up on top of me and kissed her and licked and sucked her tongue. I’ve always liked kissing after someone goes down on me. I like to taste myself.

So then it was my turn. I asked her what she likes, and she said she usually tends not to prefer fingers inside. I worked my way down and licked and nibbled her hip bones, and gently ran my fingers over her. She was groomed just like I am – neatly trimmed, not shaved or waxed but cut pretty short. I got myself comfortable on my stomach, with my knees against her footboard and my feet crossed up in the air, and started to lick her. She must have showered before I got there, because she was very clean and mild. Her clit is bigger than mine (I think mine is actually pretty small), so it was easy to suck on, which, as I was doing it, she told me she likes. It was cool listening to her moan as I worked her. I alternated between licking and sucking, and then on a whim I dug down deeper and slipped my tongue inside her. Ooh, she liked that, LOL! I fucked her with my tongue and at the same time pressed my upper lip against her clit for the pressure. She moaned a lot and bucked against me.

UNFORTUNATELY…grrrrrr…just like the first time 10 years ago, she didn’t let me make her come that way. After a few minutes, she pulled me up, got on top of me and ground herself against me, which felt good, and she had an orgasm, which was cool. But I wish I could have made her come with my tongue. Maybe next time.

Well, if you’re not already wiping off your keyboard, I’ll add another quick anecdote; Kevin and I both got off work an hour early today so we could get together for the first time in – god, what, three weeks? I met him at his place and let him fuck me. Boy, was he making up for lost time. Yanking my hair, choking me, and he clamped his hand over my mouth when I had an orgasm, which was phenomenal. As much as I enjoyed last night, there’s really nothing quite like being filled by a good hard cock. He’s on Spring Break, and I don’t work Thursday, so we’re going to spend the day together. I’d better rest up.