[Satisfaction - The Rolling Stones]
Once I start getting regular sex, I get greedy. And considering I spoke too soon about Bad Boy returning calls (apparently there was some ‘drama’ that prevented him from getting back to me until 3 a.m. last night), I went to bed a little pissed off. I wanted sex. And not getting it made me very unhappy.
I realize we aren’t dating (and that is fine by me) and so it is not always in reason to get upset about not following through with plans. It isn’t about him, of course, it’s more about… getting geared up to have sex and then not. Not only did I take the time to shave and look fucking hot (I did look fucking hot), but I was as mentally wet as I was physically. I was ready to climb on top of that boy and ride him until my legs went weak. I wanted to suck him and fuck him and get fucked and sucked. So damn! The crappy vibe I hide in my panty drawer was just not the same.
I swear, even a booty-call text at 3 a.m. tonight will not be turned down.
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