u/jaxbbygirl

This was yeeears ago; | was walking through the parking garage after work, when someone suddenly stepped out from behind a pillar. I nearly screamed and instinctively swung on him before I realized who it was.
That smart ass just stood there grinning like the idiot he is while I tried to catch my breath.
"You scared the shit out of me!"
He laughed and said, "That's was so worth it. You should have seen the look on your face."
I wanted to stay annoyed, but I couldn't. The second I looked at him, I started smiling. Then he pulled me close before I could even think of another comeback.
Tasked if he seriously drove all that way just to surprise me, and he shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"What can I say, missed you," he said. "I've been thinking about you and all the things a want to do to you."
I'm not going to lie... hearing that completely made me wet.
He slowly backed me against one of the concrete wall right up against the ramp heading down, his hand resting gently on my waist while he looked at me like I was his pray. "What are you doing?" I wispered. "We can't do this, someone can see us!" He grinned...

Some people think romance has to be expensive vacations or over-the-top dates. For me, it's someone driving across town just because they couldn't wait another day to see me.

Maybe that's cheesy.

I don't care. It's still one of my favorite memories.

This was yeeears ago; | was walking through the parking garage after work, when someone suddenly stepped out from behind a pillar. I nearly screamed and instinctively swung on him before I realized who it was.
That smart ass just stood there grinning like the idiot he is while I tried to catch my breath.
"You scared the shit out of me!"
He laughed and said, "That's was so worth it. You should have seen the look on your face."
I wanted to stay annoyed, but I couldn't. The second I looked at him, I started smiling. Then he pulled me close before I could even think of another comeback.
Tasked if he seriously drove all that way just to surprise me, and he shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"What can I say, missed you," he said. "I've been thinking about you and all the things a want to do to you."
I'm not going to lie... hearing that completely made me wet.
He slowly backed me against one of the concrete wall right up against the ramp heading down, his hand resting gently on my waist while he looked at me like I was his pray. "What are you doing?" I wispered. "We can't do this, someone can see us!" He grinned...

Some people think romance has to be expensive vacations or over-the-top dates. For me, it's someone driving across town just because they couldn't wait another day to see me.
Maybe that's cheesy.

I don't care. It's still one of my favorite memories.

This was yeeears ago; I was walking through the parking garage after work, when someone suddenly stepped out from behind a pillar. I nearly screamed and instinctively swung on him before I realized who it was. That smart ass just stood there grinning like the idiot he is while I tried to catch my breath.

“You scared the shit out of me!”

He laughed and said, “That’s was so worth it. You should have seen the look on your face.”

I wanted to stay annoyed, but I couldn’t. The second I looked at him, I started smiling. Then he pulled me close before I could even think of another comeback.

I asked if he seriously drove all that way just to surprise me, and he shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“What can I say, missed you,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about you and all the things a want to do to you.”

I’m not going to lie… hearing that completely made me wet.

He slowly backed me against one of the concrete wall right up against the ramp heading down, his hand resting gently on my waist while he looked at me like I was his pray. “What are you doing?” I wispered. “We can’t do this, someone can see us!” He grinned…

Some people think romance has to be expensive vacations or over-the-top dates. For me, it’s someone driving across town just because they couldn’t wait another day to see me.

Maybe that’s cheesy.

I don’t care. It’s still one of my favorite memories.

This was yeeears ago; I was walking through the parking garage after work, when someone suddenly stepped out from behind a pillar. I nearly screamed and instinctively swung on him before I realized who it was. That smart ass just stood there grinning like the idiot he is while I tried to catch my breath.

“You scared the shit out of me!”

He laughed and said, “That’s was so worth it. You should have seen the look on your face.”

I wanted to stay annoyed, but I couldn’t. The second I looked at him, I started smiling. Then he pulled me close before I could even think of another comeback.

I asked if he seriously drove all that way just to surprise me, and he shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“What can I say, missed you,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about you and all the things a want to do to you.”

I’m not going to lie… hearing that completely made me wet.

He slowly backed me against one of the concrete wall right up against the ramp heading down, his hand resting gently on my waist while he looked at me like I was his pray. “What are you doing?” I wispered. “We can’t do this, someone can see us!” He grinned…

Some people think romance has to be expensive vacations or over-the-top dates. For me, it’s someone driving across town just because they couldn’t wait another day to see me.

Maybe that’s cheesy.

I don’t care. It’s still one of my favorite memories.

Long story short, my husband and I have been talking about having a 3some with another guy. Manly because I’m selfish and I love attention. The thrill of being used at both ends just gets me bothered just thinking about it.

Anyway, last august we were supposed to meet up with a guy. He even had potential; looked like a young Ashley Parker Angel. So we were all set for him to come to our hotel room but shows up at 1am drunk and high. We had to send him away because he was so fucked up but him and I have still kept in contact.

I’ve been trying to make it happen but he is not interested I guess. I was like bro, just get fucked up with me that’s all I’m asking.

I still want to do it but I guess I’m no longer his type.

Long story short, my husband and I have been talking about having a 3some with another guy. Manly because I’m selfish and I love attention. The thrill of being used at both ends just gets me bothered just thinking about it.

Anyway, last august we were supposed to meet up with a guy. He even had potential; looked like a young Ashley Parker Angel. So we were all set for him to come to our hotel room but shows up at 1am drunk and high. We had to send him away because he was so fucked up but him and I have still kept in contact.

I’ve been trying to make it happen but he is not interested I guess. I was like bro, just get fucked up with me that’s all I’m asking.

I still want to do it but I guess I’m no longer his type.

Long story short, my husband and I have been talking about having a 3some with another guy. Manly because I’m selfish and I love attention. The thrill of being used at both ends just gets me bothered just thinking about it.

Anyway, last august we were supposed to meet up with a guy. He even had potential; looked like a young Ashley Parker Angel. So we were all set for him to come to our hotel room but shows up at 1am drunk and high. We had to send him away because he was so fucked up but him and I have still kept in contact.

I’ve been trying to make it happen but he is not interested I guess. I was like bro, just get fucked up with me that’s all I’m asking.

I still want to do it but I guess I’m no longer his type.

I honestly love getting anonymous messages. There’s something exciting about not knowing who’s on the other side of the screen. People seem so much more honest when they know their name isn’t attached to what they’re asking, and that makes the conversations way more interesting. They can ask me anything they’re curious about, and I get to answer however I genuinely feel in the moment.
The best part is that I don’t feel like I have to pretend to be sweet or polite all the time. Depending on my mood, I might be soft-hearted, sarcastic, a complete bitch, or the biggest slut you’ll ever meet. It’s refreshing to just be myself without worrying about who’s judging me. You never know what kind of conversation is going to happen next, and I think that’s what makes anonymous messages so addictive. Half the fun is not knowing who’s asking… and the other half is deciding exactly how I’m going to answer.

I honestly love getting anonymous messages. There’s something exciting about not knowing who’s on the other side of the screen. People seem so much more honest when they know their name isn’t attached to what they’re asking, and that makes the conversations way more interesting. They can ask me anything they’re curious about, and I get to answer however I genuinely feel in the moment.
The best part is that I don’t feel like I have to pretend to be sweet or polite all the time. Depending on my mood, I might be soft-hearted, sarcastic, a complete bitch, or the biggest slut you’ll ever meet. It’s refreshing to just be myself without worrying about who’s judging me. You never know what kind of conversation is going to happen next, and I think that’s what makes anonymous messages so addictive. Half the fun is not knowing who’s asking… and the other half is deciding exactly how I’m going to answer.

I honestly love getting anonymous messages. There’s something exciting about not knowing who’s on the other side of the screen. People seem so much more honest when they know their name isn’t attached to what they’re asking, and that makes the conversations way more interesting. They can ask me anything they’re curious about, and I get to answer however I genuinely feel in the moment.
The best part is that I don’t feel like I have to pretend to be sweet or polite all the time. Depending on my mood, I might be soft-hearted, sarcastic, a complete bitch, or the biggest slut you’ll ever meet. It’s refreshing to just be myself without worrying about who’s judging me. You never know what kind of conversation is going to happen next, and I think that’s what makes anonymous messages so addictive. Half the fun is not knowing who’s asking… and the other half is deciding exactly how I’m going to answer.

I love the agreement Sir and I have made. I can’t turn it down because if I do I’ll be punished. And the punishment is always worse than just accepting what’s about to happen to me. That doesn’t mean I don’t put up a fight. Via la resistance!