I'm still waiting.
A while back I asked my boyfriend for one of those vibrating egg thingies to put in my panties so I could wear it around at work and think about him all day. Maybe so I could slip into the bathroom a couple of times during the day and get myself off. Or we could go to a club and he could watch me come as I rubbed against him on the dance floor.
But alas, no egg. I keep thinking, what the hell?
I've never had a man like this before. A teaser. One that makes you wait for what you want. And L is so good at that.
For example, one time, pretty far into our relationship, I asked L to get a little dirtier. To talk a little dirtier, to disrespect me a little more. To call me a slut.
And for weeks I waited.
Then, one night, after a few drinks and our usual friskiness, it all came out.
(to be continued....)
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hmmm, could Santa rectify this situation? It's obvious you haven't been good, I wonder if that will matter...
MORE! MORE!
(Thank you for the kind words! I've added you to my list o' links...)
The vibrating egg reminds me of Annie Hall-- apparently, it's the secret to a good relationship.
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