In which someone new and fun and mean learns that I have a particular brand and I’m damn good at sticking to it.
text
Sometimes I’ll wake up on a Sunday to some weird text from SG and I’m glad our friendship has gotten to that place. But he needs a new line already. (It was never effective to begin with.)
Sir: I’m coming home now and I’ll marinade the meat. How hungry are you?
Me: Not that hungry.
Sir: Want to fuck?
Me: Haha sure let’s fuck.
Sir: While it sits in marinade for like 30 min.
Me: Lol I hope you mean the pork and not your dick.
Sir: Pork: what I want to eat and what I want to do.
Me: Oh God.
Poly problems, brought to you by SG and I.
Daddy is going to sleep with a hard cock, thinking of you.
Stuff Sir texts me that makes me blush forever.
Love in the Time of Thesis
ChatSir: Goodnight, sweetheart.
Me: Gonna dream about you.
Sir: !
Me: Nah, gonna dream about stress probably but I still love you.
Dignity is for grown ups and real people.
Sir, making me blush.
This made me snort out loud. I consider that a rebloggable offense.
No lie, Sir and I cutely call my favorite position kitty-style sometimes because yeah.
Poly problems.
In my defense, I was asking which sex toys he wanted me to pack.
Somebody’s spoiled.