@marjoriequinn this would make a great story!
Happy Halloween, you sickos.
Me: Do you have lunch plans?
Coworker Friend Aware of My Lifestyle: Meeting up with some old friends. You should come join us.
Me: I wouldn’t want to step in on your plans.
Coworker Friend: Nah, it’s just going to be us and a ton of dudes. Totally your thing.
Oh wow hi it’s me.
Most Pup meme ever, honestly.
Thanks for the encouragement, Etsy, but I prefer latex.
“Tell me I’m the cutest.”
What is this steak and BJ day nonsense? Every day is steak and BJ day. Especially salmon steak.
1. I miss your salmon steak so maybe like make that for me when I’m finally off the damn plane.
2. I guess I miss that other thing with you, too. 😛
The night before Halloween, Pup and I awkwardly scheduled me going over to his place to fuck him. The afternoon leading up to it, I was stupidly nervous. I felt like I was losing my virginity all over again – having sex with a non-primary partner without my primary partner being present. I was worried that somehow both relationships would be weirdly affected and was swilling around a thousand stupid anxieties while I got dressed and did my hair.
“Wish you could hold my hand while he fucks me,” I texted Sir, which was only half true. Part of me really wanted to go this alone. Call it an opportunity to grow and whatnot.
I ended up texting Heart while I did my makeup, going through lingerie options with her and getting playfully badgered about how late I was running. We came up with the idea of just wearing my black lace onesie, a pair of black thigh highs and a pair of black heels with just my coat on top, which ended up proving to be only semi-adequate in keeping me warm as I walked to Pup’s place.
He ended up not getting my text that I was coming over, and when I arrived he was in the middle of trying on his Halloween costume. So, yeah, I show up with my hair looking cute and in a long coat and a sexy pair of heels and then Pup is standing there in a costume. Because I cannot begin to describe to you guys that for however much you all insist my sex life is hot, it’s usually 500% awkward.
When we got to his bedroom, he gently pushed me down onto his bed and unzipped my coat. “Look at you,” he murmured against my clavicle. At that point, I was just a person-shaped cluster of butterflies and raw nerves.
That said, there isn’t much to say about the sex. That’s the thing about sex. We build up a lot around it, puff it up like cotton candy, and when you actually get down to it the real substance is just as gossamer. It was fun and good, but it didn’t change much of anything. It wasn’t revelatory. It didn’t break down my relationship with Sir. It didn’t suddenly bump up my relationship with Pup.
Except, afterwards, we ended up doing a really intense scene. Maybe I’ll tell you about that. It’s one of the darker thoughts I linger on when I’m in a certain mood.
Sir has a pair of Lucky Brand jeans and I used to giggle a bit every time I would unzip his pants to find this line waiting for me.