Reconstructing the Night
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Original photo by Mechanic
What are you up to? I need to get fucked.
No response.
God damn you for sleeping or fucking someone else right now. I need your cock.
Just at home by myself. 
Finally, he returned my frantic text messages. I was out with the girls, very drunk, and very very horny.
You gonna come over?
What came next were several indecipherable texts messages from me, possibly asking if he’d wait for me if I followed the girls to the next bar. And then a final one to tell him I was walking out the door.
I’m confused. What is your plan?
To fuck the hell out of you.
I suggest “soon” 
Okay. Walking toward your place.
Unfortunately, the parts of the night that weren’t documented in text messages - the best parts - are a little more fuzzy. I remember pulling off my dress and climbing into his bed. I remember his naked body on top of mine. I remember moaning and saying every dirty thing that my intoxicated mind could come up with. I remember the sweet release when he brought me to orgasm. I remember the feeling of his warm come all over my face - exactly where I’d told him to put it. And finally, I remember falling asleep in his arms.
September 22nd, 2008 at 2:20 pm
Sounds like a good night with the ultimate ending wrapped up in someone feeling safe.
September 23rd, 2008 at 10:11 am
I think you’ve summed it up nicely, awarmsoul!
October 5th, 2008 at 9:42 pm
Amen to the best experiences in life still being un-documented - whether via camera or SMS or a blog. There is nothing quite like the power of imagination when it comes to approaching the intensity of actual experience!