Ryan, the waiter boy from a few weeks ago texted me today to..
🕑 Added 2021-04-11 03:00:42 +0000 UTC
Ryan, the waiter boy from a few weeks ago texted me today to see if I was free tonight for a quick drink. As fate would have it, I am. My husband was a very good boy and shaved me as baby-smooth this afternoon as I think I’ve been since hitting puberty. But he’s also been kind of a downer today too. For one, he’s been a little stressed about some ED issues he’s been having, and I think the prospect of me opening my legs for a stud who probably gets completely rigid from a bumpy road is weighing on him a little. I can certainly sympathize with that, but I also think that the opportunity for me to have a sexy new bull to play with every so often could potentially jumpstart his flagging libido. So my horny slut brain is rationalizing this as a possible blessing in disguise for him.
He also thinks that if things go well I should insist on Ryan wearing a condom until we can get a clean STD test from him. I definitely can’t argue with hubby’s logic on that topic. The problem, at least for me anyway, is that logic completely flies out the window the instant the volatile combination of tequila and hormones coursing through my bIood ignited by the spark from a thick y0ung cock in my hand. From that point forward, this bitch’s higher level cognitive functions have the habit of turning the fuck off, and pure instinct for me has never involved taking brief time outs to rip open Trojans.
In any event, I’m going to do my absolute best to honor hubby’s wishes. Plus, it’s just a date for a drink or two. There’s a significant possibility that the two of us won’t even hit it off. So as far as I’m concerned, the whole condom thing is putting the cart way in front of the horse.
