I got wasted last night. So charming, I know. I texted The Neighbor and Downstairs Neighbor to come over. My typos are hilarious, my enthusiasm embarrassing.
But, they both came over and TN stayed longer. I mouthed off some theories I had about him which he, of course, refuted. He said he simply didn’t have “those” feelings for me. As in, nada, nothing, y’all. And then my dress wouldn’t stay on my shoulders and he kept trying to keep the straps up.
I didn’t mean to touch him, but I did. Sort of.
I peeled my dress off to expose this little teddy underneath. He groaned. I smiled.
I climbed up on the chair and straddled him by putting my knees up on the arms. He bit and sucked on my tits; I dragged my new short locks all over his face. He crooned to me how sexy, how hot I was and his hands roamed my body.
I slid down between his knees and begged to take him in my mouth. He said Yes and I was anchored home by the rod splitting my face. So delicious.
I climbed back up, unsnapped the crotch of my negligee and slid down on him.
He tried to stop me, but barely. “I haven’t fucked anyone else. It’s ok,” I said. Two little pumps in and he lifted me up and gently laid me down on the couch, shook his head No. He’s got a girlfriend, remember??
He left me for a minute and returned with my vibrator. His fingers sunk deep inside of me and I began the climb.
Tears washed down my face. Desire laced through every goddamned fucking cell. But I was too drunk.
Instead, I shook and balledl and he stroked my hair, kissed the top of my head.
It was really late, so he left. Maybe we hugged, maybe not. For some reason that detail is fuzzy. I sent him the pic I sent to you all from the hotel bar with the note, “So you know I have no hard feelings.” He liked it.
I’m going to be like a time bomb, I can already tell. Masturbating isn’t enough — goddamnit — so help me.
Also, stick that in your cap and smoke it, 4 am girl.