Shake, Shake, Shake
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Okay Boys and Squirrels. I know you've been waiting all morning to hear about my weekend, but seriously people, I actually had WORK to do at my job. I know *sigh* what is that all about?
We decided NOT to go camping. Factor in that it's been below freezing every night for a week already, sweet M's boyfriend broke up with her and she pretty much sits and stares either at the tv or cries most of the time, and I was too exhausted from the week to get everything packed up and ready to go without her help? We called it off. I thought briefly it might help to take her mind off things, but really - when your heart's broken? You just want to sit and wallow in it for a bit. We had coffee Saturday morning and a few smiles were thrown about. She'll make it. She's a toughie.
Mr. Internet has made a return entry. He's never been totally gone, but really - the man is barely divorced. He's got some stuff to deal with that I am not involving myself in. But, he took me to an SDSU football game on Saturday night. His friends have season tickets and since it was the pheasant season opener here in SD, half the world was out shooting things so we got to sit in the reserved seating. Eight rows up, on the 50 yard line. It was awesome! I mean, I don't mind football, but I can't follow it very well on tv because I can't figure out who has the ball. Up close and personal? I know whose got it and whose chasing him and why. I loved it! I got to meet some of his friends and apparently they approved of me when I got up to go to the bathroom at the bar afterward. Plus, there was lots and lots of hand holding and talking in the truck on the way home. Lots of hand holding. I don't think he let go for even an instant. Then there was the kissing in the truck. Can I just say? That look of desire? Almost evil, almost soft, almost I don't know. Very purposeful. I like being wanted. I really like KNOWING that I'm wanted. Wild Monkey Sex ensued. What can I say? Holding hands for an hour and anticipating it? It was even better. I like having sex. And I think I might like him some, too.
So with that said, I called him at about 8:30 last night and told him I had just gotten home from a road trip and had been thinking about the night before and was - well - kind of turned on and did he want to come over and take advantage of that. And guess what? HE DID. I think I just made my first booty call! Is that so wrong? Is it?
We decided NOT to go camping. Factor in that it's been below freezing every night for a week already, sweet M's boyfriend broke up with her and she pretty much sits and stares either at the tv or cries most of the time, and I was too exhausted from the week to get everything packed up and ready to go without her help? We called it off. I thought briefly it might help to take her mind off things, but really - when your heart's broken? You just want to sit and wallow in it for a bit. We had coffee Saturday morning and a few smiles were thrown about. She'll make it. She's a toughie.
Mr. Internet has made a return entry. He's never been totally gone, but really - the man is barely divorced. He's got some stuff to deal with that I am not involving myself in. But, he took me to an SDSU football game on Saturday night. His friends have season tickets and since it was the pheasant season opener here in SD, half the world was out shooting things so we got to sit in the reserved seating. Eight rows up, on the 50 yard line. It was awesome! I mean, I don't mind football, but I can't follow it very well on tv because I can't figure out who has the ball. Up close and personal? I know whose got it and whose chasing him and why. I loved it! I got to meet some of his friends and apparently they approved of me when I got up to go to the bathroom at the bar afterward. Plus, there was lots and lots of hand holding and talking in the truck on the way home. Lots of hand holding. I don't think he let go for even an instant. Then there was the kissing in the truck. Can I just say? That look of desire? Almost evil, almost soft, almost I don't know. Very purposeful. I like being wanted. I really like KNOWING that I'm wanted. Wild Monkey Sex ensued. What can I say? Holding hands for an hour and anticipating it? It was even better. I like having sex. And I think I might like him some, too.
So with that said, I called him at about 8:30 last night and told him I had just gotten home from a road trip and had been thinking about the night before and was - well - kind of turned on and did he want to come over and take advantage of that. And guess what? HE DID. I think I just made my first booty call! Is that so wrong? Is it?
12 comments:
Hand holding is wonderful thing. Such an intimate thing to do in public spaces. Palm chakras swirling around and into each other...
Girl, you're my hero :-) Congrats on your first booty call!
WoooHoooo our little Kate is growing up!!! way to go you sexy devil
Are booty calls ever a bad thing?
So we'll have a celebration next year marking the anniversary of your first booty call?
Nice.
Holding hands for an hour and anticipating it? It was even better. I like having sex. And I think I might like him some, too.
So, did you have him come over for some more anticipatory hand holding? Kate, dear, that's not a booty call. That's getting to first base.
Please call the Irony Police in that you attended a football game with the team nickname of the Jackrabbits.
Then you had this weekend.
All jackrabbits, all the time.
Hand holding is wonderful. Sex is better. Glad you got some of both!
Dingo. You missed the sentence, Wild Monkey Sex ensued. I was talking about how wild the monkeys got because of the anticipatory hand holding in the truck. There was no hand holding last night. None. Not enough time.
I'm doing the finger snap thing while saying You Go Girl! There's nothing wrong with a booty call.
Hee hee! You're an ANIMAL. :)
HOLY HELL! How did I miss that?! Woohoo for Wild Monkey Sex!!
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