He leaves me wanting more. Let me take a quick minute to tell you a story. The story is about when you get what you asked for. Ladies, has your mouth ever written a check your ass can’t cash at all. Well, here’s my response to this question. I woke up incredibly sore the next morning, with a devilish grin knowing that every ache reminds me of how good last night really was.

So, here’s a quick story. I have been known to lose all inhibitions when alcohol is involved. My story goes a little like this so sometime in my thirties I had a quiet party life. I would go and try not to get drunk, but when it comes to partying with my family I always change my sobriety clause. This is because I tend to release my inner sexual fantasies. Once I understood my sexual proclivity when I drink, I often choose to drink in moderation. Like I just said my family changes this, so one year we all went out. Nothing special just hanging out.

I believe that after 8 shots of Patron, my night ended and off home to the love of my life. If I tell you I got home at 2am. My inhibitions laid bare on the floor of my bedroom. My quest for the entire evening after all the sexting while getting thoroughly intoxicated was to give him a night that would live in his daydreams as well as my own. 

He delivered and so much more. He totally understood the assignment. Make me regret every frisky and flirtatious text I sent. I played a mental game of if I get it up it is my job to put it down. Somewhere I lost count of how many rounds I put my body through, but I will say this I sweat out every ounce of alcohol in my system. All I can say is damn those memories. 

I woke up sore, famished, dehydrated, and with a headache. Would I do it all again, for damn sure? About those memories when I let him read this little story time he remembered and grinned.