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dinner and sexytime.
2011-02-25 @ 11:19 a.m.
last night went awesomely. poor D was in a terrible mood, though. she thinks her life is cursed or something. she's so depressed and so hopeless about that job, and i feel so bad for her because that school is going to shit. i wish she would stop worrying about how "old" she is at only 36 and just do what her heart is telling her. and that's to get the fuck out of there. but anyway. the food was amazing. she said she knew that i was a great cook, but she wasn't anticipating just how skilled i was. these stir fried noodles with chicken, mushrooms, and string beans came out amazing this time due to my heavy handed addition of red chile paste (instead of the fresh chiles the recipe calls for). this is another of those recipes that you can make if you're trying to impress but aren't 100% confident in the kitchen. it's really hard to mess up, and it comes out delicious each time. so we smoked our faces off and ate and it was delicious, and i felt terrible for her because she couldn't fully enjoy herself, but you can't solve other people's problems for them, just gently guide them the right way. she left and boy said his thighs were sore from work, so i started massaging him, making my way to the crease where his leg attaches to his body, because i know that's his favorite spot. then of course i started getting into his pants, which weren't nearly as tight as the other ones, and things pretty quickly escalated to nakedness. i've always been pretty flexible, but he just now discovered it, i guess, because we've been having sex in the basement a lot more often instead of in bed. so he's really into me bending over while standing, and since i can practically rest my forearms on the floor, he's pretty much the happiest man in the world. my orgasm legs kept buckling under me, so we raced upstairs to the bedroom. he didn't last long on top of me, but the most delightful part was how ridiculously hard and long he came. at first he was moaning, then he was making this pathetic "heeeee!" sound, then it just devolved into, "holy shit!" and finally, "wow." just how i like it. i can't wait for him to get home tonight. i want to ravage him on my couch. i plan to rip my shirt off and smother him with my boobs. he's a big fan. then i'm going to make him buy me some clothes. the end. |