It’s Friday Night
Ahhhhh the games we play. Well, the games I play may be more accurate.
It’s Friday night at exactly 11:11 for those superstitious types like myself. I got home from work 2 hours ago and I’m laying in bed after finishing a book.
I was exhausted and hungry when I got home. All I wanted to do was shower, eat and have some alone time. Normally Friday nights I have a visitor stop by for our weekly rendezvous. I’ve been horny as fuck all week and was really hyping it up with dirty talk to her yesterday. But when I left work I wasn’t feeling being around anyone or having sex tonight.
She asked about coming over and I gave my usual noncommittal response, “Text me later and we will see.” She hates when I do that and I know it, so of course I love doing it.
I don’t want to put the effort in tonight, but I’m getting a little horny and bored now that I’m finished reading. I’m feeling a little needy as well, seeing as how she hasn’t text me back yet asking if she can come over in about an hour. Plus I took a preemptive Viagra and I don’t want it to go to waste. Yes, I use performance enhancing meds, I’m not ashamed.
I snapped her a pic of me in bed and she responded “sex time?” I replied by telling her I just finished reading a book and never answered her question. I want her to work a little for this. I get off on the control.
I’m trying to see how long I can keep this going until I fold. I text her again asking if her her ass was clean. She let me know she was fully prepared for tonight, anticipating she would see me. I have to giver her credit for that.
I know I’m going to give in a few minutes because I want sex before it’s too late. With my no sleepover policy it’s important to make sure I don’t let anyone come over later than midnight or they may get the wrong impression. Once the deed is done, it’s my bedtime and they have to go.
Right now writing is my procrastination from having sex. Which is odd because I normally procrastinate from writing by having sex with my hand.
It’s been 20 minutes now, it’s time to pull the trigger and tell her to come by. I have to lay down extra sheets because she squirts like a fountain and it always turns into an awful mess ruining my bed. I either have to change all my sheets or sleep on the couch after she stops by.
I’m not sure if this is how normal nights are supposed to go for someone my age. I guess now is not the time for judgement, reflection and deep soul searching.