He came over last night… I didn’t think he would so I was definitely surprised when I heard a knock at my door around 9:30.
I had a moment of weakness earlier that day and told him to come over – unfortunately he had a meeting after work that lasted a lot longer than either of us anticipated. Although, his meeting running late was not his fault – I was still extraordinarily irritated by the entire situation.
I came home with the specific intent of getting him to my place so that I could get laid. As soon as I got home I found a pair of cute boy shorts and a tightly fitted ribbed mesh tank top… I fluffed my hair out to achieve that “wild/free/sexy” look that he likes. I put some body oil between my breasts and legs, and few splashes behind my knees and neck. I looked really good – but was utterly exhausted.
I happened to have a green tea energy pill in my cabinet… against my better judgment I took it. 20 minutes later my brain felt like it was about to shut down but my body was completely wired,no… it was definitley not a good idea.
We had been exchanging some pretty freaky text messages all day and no matter what I was determined to find the energy to have sex… even if it was artificial energy.
After taking my pill of course he told me he a priority for work that he had to take care of and he would come over after. Yeah I was pissed…. I was totally wired and there was no hope of sex and even less hope of sleep. I just lay in my bed with my eyes closed… mind racing… heart pounding… eyes burning… completely miserable.
An hour later I checked my phone just to see that he hadn’t sent me any text messages. I absolutely refused to send him one… I will just eat my anger and focus on something else that will hopefully prevent me from flipping out on this dude.
Directly after I reach my resolve I hear a notification… it’s him… he’s leaving his building and will be here soon. I responded by saying that I was too tired, but he could come by and chill if he wanted. I typed the second part without even thinking “you can come by and chill for a few minutes if you want”… I have no idea why I said that. I suppose I thought he would just go home- without the possibility of sex, what would be the point?
But like I said earlier, he surprised me.
When he came over I just finished washing, drying and rolling my hair and was subsequently wearing a scarf and chatting on the phone with one of my friends when I hear a knock at the door…
I didn’t get off the phone, hug or kiss him hello… I guess I was really surprised to see him.
I let him in, went into the bathroom to finish my conversation, threw some “smell good” on and went to sit next to him on the couch. I had a similar outfit on to my initial one… this one was way less sexy –but the results were the same, all the right areas were exposed… still had plenty of eye candy to show him. Though, showing him what he had been missing was my not my intent at that point, I took it as a fortunate side effect.
We sat down for a couple of hours and watched a really stupid movie… I don’t think either of us were very interested in it. I think we both were just enjoying being close to one another.
I couldn’t help but watch his hand trace my legs and thighs, and feel his other lightly brush up against my breast. I didn’t feel exhausted anymore… the more my pussy started to throb the more body seemed to give me the energy that I needed to do what I feel my body needed… get laid.
Eventually he wanted a kiss… and for whatever reason I was hesitant. I mean, we’re not together, we’re still kind of fighting… it’s just not as easy for me to kiss him now as it once was. He had to turn my face to his and lean down to kiss me; he did so very slowly never taking his eyes off mine. When I finally felt his lips on mine the softness of them made my body explode and I felt my panties become soaked. He kissed me 4 times very slowly, all the while looking at me… damn it… why are this boys lips so damn soft?!
When he parted from me I felt myself slowly take in a deep breath… I didn’t want him to know how excited he was making me.
I still can’t bring myself to write about the intimacies of our sex life – even though we’re not together anymore.
All I can say is that about 5 minutes later, our kiss was followed by an intense, passionate, freaky love session… needless to say I wore him out.
Today however is a different story. He never seems to be available when I need him… not anymore. And I know that reasons for him not being available to me or completely legitimate but that does not in any way prevent me from being disappointed.
I feel like every relationship I’ve ever had has been like this. I’m always there for them, always give them what I believe they need… but I never get what I need. I’m sick today, and if he doesn’t at least drive his ass over here to give me some soup its going be a problem.
He can come over to get laid – but not to take care of me… and he’s supposed to love me remember? I mean, at least that’s what he tells me every day.
