Thursday, 4:00 PM
Me: You wouldn't happen to be home like, right this second would you?
Aaron: Yes, why?
Me: As in, you could fuck the shit out of me before I go home?
Aaron: Yes. Come over.
Me: On my way. Fucking traffic.
Aaron: Get that pussy ready for me.
Me: Bra off, pussy soaked. Fucking traffic.
Aaron: Come in.
And I did. I burst through the familiar back door, threw my keys on the counter and made a dash to his bedroom. He was waiting and ready. And by that I mean, laying in bed naked with a condom already on.
It was frantic and fast and frenzied. Just want I needed that afternoon. Lucky for me, Aaron was not offended at being used in my time of, ahem, need. What a good sport, that one.