Now, I am not one to gloat but....wow....I am skyrocketing towards pimp status.
Not since that fateful spring break in 2005 when I was juggling two boyfriends on opposite ends of California have I felt like such a player. Here's the scoop:
*Friday night: Raunchy texts with Jay. I let him know I enjoy being spanked and that I am no stranger to light submissive play. He nearly blows a load in his shorts.
*Saturday morning: I stop by Dan's house to pick him up so he can do my taxes and help me move into my new house. He notices there's no one home at his place so he asks if I want to come in and grab a quickie. YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME TWICE. Hell yeah sex at 10 in the morning. Love it.
*Sunday afternoon: my friend Sandy and I breeze into a Superbowl party where I meet the rest of her notorious Orange County peeps. I finally get to know Jeff Wagner, the guy she's had a thing for since God-knows-when. Jeff is drunk enough to put the moves on her and I hear the entire awkward exchange as I'm taking a piss in the guest bathroom. Fortunately, Jeff has brought along his cute best friend Sean. I spend most of the night chatting up this too-cute OC boy. So yeah, we totally tag-teamed a couple of dudes and came out winners. Jeff has his moment with Sandy and Sean has a moment with me. He was all kinds of adorable, enthusiastically putting down his ice cream and pie just so he could bend down and squeeze me in a hug! He tells me it was a pleasure meeting me and that he'd like to see me again. I tell him to let Jeff know the four of us should meet up. Fingers crossed we get a double date out of this! Don't fuck this up Sandy and Jeff!
*Sunday night: sent Jay a picture of my cleavage (not a real topless one, just of my jugs in a low cut blouse) - Jay almost dies.
I think Big Pun said it best: "I'm not a player, I just crush a lot."
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