Saturday Night Escapade - Part 1 -
02-19-2003, 11:12 AM
Life is funny but I have always believed that I need to go for what I want and need. Put myself first before others thus surviving my existence in this universe.
Sometime last week, it fails me to remember when I called a friend of mine whose sexual capabilities are mind boggling. Sex with this dude is just out of this world. Before I met him I was in the group that loudly proclaimed, "it's not the size that matters, it's what you do with it." Since making love with ... let's call him Papi, I have modified that saying to be, "it's the size that matters, and what you do with it." All I can say is that I have never viewed sex and the male anatomy the same way after that encounter.
Anyway, to continue with my narration, I called him up cause I wanted some good loving being that the last time we had entwined was July 2002 and I was kinda horny. He tells me in so many words that it was a mistake on his part and that it will never happen again. That I should forget him and even the thought of him touching me is repulsive to him. Said when I see him I should totally ignore him and keep my distance (ouch!) Being that I know never to say never (from experience) and that to always let your feelings known no matter the consequence, I replied that I love him, I miss him, he's all I need, and I am sorry for all that I have done to wrong him. I say that I accept his decision and I am sorry for even bringing it up. Thus the conversation ends and my dilemma begins - where will I find such a replacement...........
Anyhow, I decide to go to the club during the weekend, infact I go to the club where Papi will be, dressed all hot and waiting to see what if anything he might do.
I get to the club and pass Papi at the entrance and as directed I totally ignore him and I overhear him asking one of his friends what's wrong with me and why have I ignored him. I am surprised; he wants to act like we are still hot in the presence of his friends while he disses me in private. Well, I enjoyed myself to the max in the club and even went around him to get a drink from the bar. He continues to try and catch my attention as I continue to ignore him. Time to go home and I wave bye at him and he proceeds to come my way saying that he would like to escort me to my car. He ends up in my car and strapping his seatbelt on telling me to take him home. We reach his house and he does not want to come out of the car telling me to repeat all the things I had said on the phone earlier that week.
LMAO to infinity. I am like I thought you wanted none of this, he's like say what you need to say don't act like a bytch right now. Now the dude knows what he does to me (damn) so I cannot really pull an attitude on him. Anyway, it's snowing heavily and I got to get home, I just realize that I had too much to drink and I need to use the bathroom. He tells me to park and I go inside his house. After I pee - he's standing outside the bathroom door, he tells me to get into the laundry room. I am like.... huh. He goes take off your clothes, I am not even trying to provoke the brother by saying something wrong lest he zips up the anaconda and denies me my satisfaction...
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