Gahh. My whole body is sore.
I broke my dry spell this weekend. After 7 long months I finally got some tail. w00t!
I got a booty call from this old friend from school that I used to have a FwB relationship with on Sunday night, and considering the long time it's been since I've gotten laid, and how amazingly fun she is in the sack, I jumped right on board.
She told me that she had the day off and that she wasn't ready to go to bed yet. Fifteen positions (three of which I never knew existed/ever done before) and seven hours later we're still goin' at it. Hehe, it was funny, she kept on calling me cowboy, and although I fuckin' hate cowboys, I couldn't help to bust out a "Yeeee-haawwww!" every now and then. We totally missed the sun coming up. We decided to stop when neither of our bodies was gonna allow it to happen any longer.
Also it was almost 8 am and I had to get to work.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I locked my keys in my car, again.
So I took the orange line bus to the red line train, got off a MacArthur Park, and did a little bus jumping until I got back to my place. En route I called up work to let them know that I was either going to be really late or not gonna he able to make it at all.
They had no issue with lettin' me come in a little later and get a half day in.
Normally this would have stressed me the fuck out, but the whole day I had this crooked, exhausted, yet jovial smile on my face 'cause the point of the day wasn't that I locked my keys in my car, the point was that I got lizzzaaaiid.
Damn my shoulders hurt.
I broke my dry spell this weekend. After 7 long months I finally got some tail. w00t!
I got a booty call from this old friend from school that I used to have a FwB relationship with on Sunday night, and considering the long time it's been since I've gotten laid, and how amazingly fun she is in the sack, I jumped right on board.
She told me that she had the day off and that she wasn't ready to go to bed yet. Fifteen positions (three of which I never knew existed/ever done before) and seven hours later we're still goin' at it. Hehe, it was funny, she kept on calling me cowboy, and although I fuckin' hate cowboys, I couldn't help to bust out a "Yeeee-haawwww!" every now and then. We totally missed the sun coming up. We decided to stop when neither of our bodies was gonna allow it to happen any longer.
Also it was almost 8 am and I had to get to work.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I locked my keys in my car, again.
So I took the orange line bus to the red line train, got off a MacArthur Park, and did a little bus jumping until I got back to my place. En route I called up work to let them know that I was either going to be really late or not gonna he able to make it at all.
They had no issue with lettin' me come in a little later and get a half day in.
Normally this would have stressed me the fuck out, but the whole day I had this crooked, exhausted, yet jovial smile on my face 'cause the point of the day wasn't that I locked my keys in my car, the point was that I got lizzzaaaiid.
Damn my shoulders hurt.
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-TM