You wanna wear what?

I hit it pretty hard a few Thursdays ago. A girlfriend and I went out for dinner and shared a bottle of wine. We decided to head downtown to see what was going on and ended up at a ladies' night with free Cosmos. Then we headed over to a bar where a friend was bar tending and had a few more on the house.

The details of bumping into him, the plans made, and the half an hour it took him to get to my house are an absolute blur. I do, however, remember him walking through my front door and us hitting the floor of my living room in about 38 seconds.

I have known this guy for years. Never thought twice about him, but that vodka makes a lot of things seem like a really great idea.

So we are rolling around, getting rug burn on pretty much every inch of exposed skin, which honestly wasn’t much, if you’ll refer to my previous blog about fully clothed dry humping. I had no intentions of dating this person. Thank god for some moments of clarity, even in a vodka haze.

We moved for a softer landing - the bed. This was seriously intense making out. He was being very verbal about what he wanted to do to me. This is actually new to me and I like hearing what a guy’s plans are. He demonstrated on my neck the 2 different ways he could go down on me if I let him. He could do it this way or that. HOT. Oral , however, is not available on the dry humping menu.

Then he asked me to tell him what I was going to do to him. The cat definitely got my tongue and I had a small case of verbal diarrhea. (*Note to self: work on your bedroom talk.) Then…he told me he wanted to wear my panties. To work. He told me it would be sexy if I came into his establishment downtown and only he and I knew he had them on.

I swear the best stuff happens to me sometimes. He was certainly thin enough to fit in my underwear. I had never heard this special request before. I was horrified and yet ever so slightly turned on at the same time. He left just before sunrise, and I am hoping, empty handed.