So Saturday morning, Ryan text-messaged me, all hot to trot. I had been out, to Kohl’s and PetSmart, but was all grungy, and honestly, gettin’ some was the last thing on my mind. I demurred, claiming I had too much to do around here before I even thought of entertaining. He persisted so, finally, I gave in. I jumped in the shower, half-dried my hair and got dressed. He sent me more texts, then sent a final message telling me I’d have to wait until the evening.

I was pissed.

Not because I was so desperate for sex, but because I had hauled ass to get ready. So I let him know, in no uncertain terms, that Miss Monique was not pleased. I told him that he should know by now that these games make me want less, not more, and if he didn’t want to come over, why did he even bring it up in the first place? I had told him I was busy but he persisted. I was like, fuck this shit.

A few minutes later, perhaps recognizing the error of his ways, he came by with a cup of coffee as a peace offering. He explained that he had good intentions, that he was just trying to heighten the interest, given we had been talking all week about sex. I explained that he was a damn fool if he thought I was going to blow him now. But, I really wasn’t all that mad, and he’s just so damn cute. He kissed me and I melted (although our clothes stayed on).

I remarked today that the sex has been spectacular as of late. He laughed, but I said that it’s always been good, but the past month or two has been crazy. It’s like we pushed through whatever sex-plateau we were at and moved into a level where … well … everyone’s a very happy camper (except, perhaps, my neighbors). This attraction between us is just insane.

∗ Posted by Monique on 06.11.2006
∗ Let's get it on