You know you want me to leave you a voicemail…

OK,

so after getting rejected, I’m feeling about 2 inches tall.

so… Friday night rolls around and Booty call boy messages me

and he’s AGGRESSIVE about it this time. No pussy-footing. he asks to come over.

so I said fine. I was explosively horny (probably a side effect of rejection… ha!) and so getting boned was not a bad idea.

oh…

YES, WE DID USE PROTECTION. I DO NOT WILL NOT CAN NOT HAVE UNPROTECTED SEX WITH RANDOM GUYS. I’M NOT AN IDIOT. (and oddly enough, he’s a bit paranoid anyway and he took his condom HOME WITH HIM, and i deduced that it was probably because he didnt’ want me to take it out of the trash and try to inseminate with the “sperm” funny huh. crazy younguns these days… ok… carry on with the regularly scheduled entry) I have only had unprotected sex with guys who I had feelings for and who i was or (in the case of jesse) got into relationships with after (jesse was the only Non boyfriend/ex boyfriend i’ve ever had unprotected sex with)… so yeah. condoms are not an option, they are required. I buy my own just in case too….

So anyway… he came over and my little pallet thing was still on my living room floor. That’s where we did it. In the interest of not being goofy, i’m not going to camaflauge my sex talk, so get over it or skip it or whatever it.

so yeah… we got right ot business. we didn’t even ask how the others day was. heh.

He looked even cuter. I don’t know why… but he did. and his penis seemed bigger. I also don’t know why, but it did.

hm.

and the sex was like three times better. I don’t know why, but it was.

He touched me more. The first time he didn’t really touch me. But this time he did. and he touched my face and looked at me like I WAS pretty. first time, he didn’t look at me much. And he was more vocal. I LIKE MY MEN VOCAL. yum. we were quiet though and it was soooooo nice. much better. But he did leave like 5 minutes after we were done, but we had sex for a good 35 minutes.

Here’s a hilarious thing that happeend. Ok, so rightin the middle of it, my cell phone rings. I was like “what the hell!!!” and i mumbled something like “ignore that” and he wasl ike “i am”

heh… at this point I had already had one orgasm and was steadily on my way to my second…

so i hear my phone beep that I’ve got a message, but I knew I’d be able to check it later, so I thought nothing of it.

so after he left (yes, i got my second orgasm and it was good) i checked my voicemail.

IT WAS A MESSAGE OVER A MINUTE LONG OF US HAVING SEX.

oh… my… god… body slapping moaning, the whole deal. I suppose he accidentally kicked his phone and it dialed mine, cuz i was the last number he called. WHAT IF IT DIALED SOMEONE ELSE?!!! AHHH!!!

It was still really funny and I deleted it before it could even STOP PLAYING. how pervalicious that was. but one for the books, if i must say.

so that was that.

And so I haven’t heard back from him, but how much you want to bet in the next two weeks he’ll be hollering back at me.

I’m sorta hoping I’m otherwise occupied, but where the hell is THAT gonna come from? bah!

I wish secret guy would email me and tell me he likes me and that he’s been really busy but was thinking of me.

but he won’t.

he thinks i’m a freak crazy girl.

I think i AM freak crazy girl.

Now… who wants a voicemail from me? hahahahah. *sigh*

you’re gross monique. jeesh.

but at least you’re a supah model… WORK!

*flee*