Bitchslaps all round!

I'm so gonna get arse raped over this one. Which I'm ok with, so long as lots of lube is used...

So I got some action. It was quite unexpected but a hell of alot of fun. And it happened so fast too. On Sunday I did the smut post, which was autobiographical, and was about this guy. Later that night he sent me a text. Well, just a picture... of *hem* himself. If you know what I mean.

I was shocked, to say the least. I hadn't expected to hear from him ever. EVER again. I was shaking like I'd just been physically beaten. After all that happened, he chose to contact me again. Though I'm pretty sure (now, after events) that it had been a while for him. So maybe I was just the fallback fuck. Whatever. If I'm that for him, he's that for me.

Monday saw the 'favourite mistake' post. He was mine, and I was given the opportunity to make it again. Though I hadn't decided if I'd take that chance.

I let it sit for a few days while I pondered how I'd react. Would I be angry, or hurt, or horny. Turns out I was all three. When I did respond I insulted him, flattered his penis, and asked him 'why?' This was Tuesday. We were texting, and he rang me. I sat there and laughed as it rang out. I wasn't ready to talk to him.

Wednesday we discovered the joys of MMS and text sex. He asked if he could come over. I said no. It was too late, and I decided not to do 'late' this time.

Thursdays are my only free day during the week. He said he'd be over, but neglected to give an approximate time. I did a quick post, celebrating the end of celibacy, then headed out for dinner and a spot of shopping. He texted half an hour before the cut off time, asked if I was still up for it, and said he was on his way.

It was great. Afterwards we talked for a bit, just like normal. I remember thinking that I thought the self tan moisturiser hadn't worked, and all it made me do was look jaundiced and dirty. But seeing my light brown leg tangled between his omo bright white legs made me think different. He left. I didn't expect, nor want, him to stay.

I dunno. It feels different this time. There's no anxiety, no real need to have him all the time. There's no complicating feelings. Some people catch up for coffee and a chat. We catch up for sex and a chat. Its just how we are.

It was SR. Let the bitch slapping commence...