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three-minuter.
2010-12-20 @ 12:29 a.m.
boy was a real asshole all weekend because he's trying to quit smoking for the millionth time and just can't. he was really snippy and rude and an absolute misery to be around, and since his car was towed to the shop on friday morning we stayed in most of the weekend. saturday we wrapped presents and did some miscellaneous household things all day. it was very relaxing. today, we went to a couple of stores so i could get just a few veggies for some foods i'm making this week, and also so i could get his stocking stuffers. we figured while we were out we'd get some legos for his son, and shopping for him actually ended up being pretty fun, but i'm still not having any kids of my own. finally, i reformatted and reinstalled his OS since someone put windows 7 on his old ass computer which was causing it to run like an old woman with arthritis. he was so excited that it was fixed and running quickly that he spent all night shopping online for limited edition spongebob lego sets which i must admit were super cool. he goes up to bed and i always go too and stay until he falls asleep, and i'm kissing him goodnite, and he says, "what?" and i was like, "nothing, i just wanted to kiss you," and he's like, "oh, that's all you wanted?" and i said, coyly of course, "well, i want whatever you're giving me." so of course he's like stroking himself under the blankets and he's like "WHY DO YOU WAIT UNTIL IT'S SO LATE!?" and i was like "because honestly, this weekend you were such an asshole. you were so grumpy i was sort of afraid of you," and even though he shook his head and made that dismissive face, i knew he realized i wouldn't just say that. so i took him in hand through the blanket, then after about 30 seconds of that, he just ripped his pants off, which generally translates to "put it in your mouth," so i did. the next thing i know, he's freaking out, hips completely off the bed, moaning and tearing at my hair. he's all out of breath, and says, "what the hell was that? what did you just do?" and i replied, "my job." and still confused by the transaction, he said, "how did you get it down to a three-minuter?" and i just replied, the truth, which was, "because i'm fucking amazing." and i'm up walking into the bathroom to take a shower, and he's still twitching and thrashing on the bed, and i laughed, and he's like, "you're pretty happy with yourself, huh?" and all i could do was smile, because i was happy with myself actually, and i still am. hopefully he gets home tomorrow at a reasonable time and then i can be the one twitching and thrashing. we haven't had sex in sooooooo long. last weekend we were exhausted, this whole week was full of bullshit, and this weekend we were both so exhausted mentally and physically that we could hardly motivate ourselves to do anything but sit around. |