friday.
I was relieved when James called to say, “Come to my place first. We need to play.”
Yeah we do.
I woke up this morning feeling restless and underfucked, and now I’m pacing. I’ve been in a mood for it all day, and I still have fresh memories of being pinned, cheek-to-wall, skirt hitched.
My phone’s ringing: it’s the French boy and I’m not answering. Instead, I’m trying to apply lipstick, which I know won’t last. And I’m checking my stockings for runs. And then I’ll get out of here, hop into a cab, and sit nicely, like a lady, while I head uptown. And I’ll look out the window, and I’ll imagine what he’ll do to me within those first few minutes, and if I can, I’ll ignore the fact that I’m wet as fuck. Because fuck, I’m wet, and if I acknowledge it, I’ll lose all self-restraint.
Hot.
Can’t wait to read about Saturday.
Why not lose yourself in the feeling and anticipation? Aren’t things normally better without self-restraint?
Well, I prefer restraints myself, but only if someone else puts them on me.
I so love that, traveling to an assignation, all dressed up and all worked up, with the mindfuck of anticipation all the foreplay you need…
ive had that feeling getting ready for dates lately. walking home from my date tonight, i actually stopped and had a stomping fit that i was going home alone again.
pinned, cheek-to-wall, skirt hitched
im so fucking jealous
Jealous too. My lover still thinks I’m made of glass and will break if he so much as makes the first move.