The Harder You Fight the Faster You Will Fall
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He didn’t relent with his erotic texting either. It just kept on going heating me up like I had never experienced before in my entire life. Where was this guy from? My husband had always told me that men who talked and acted like this were only in fairy tales, movies, and books to gain fans. This guy couldn’t be for real, could he?
“I could always have you sit on the side of the hot tub and find out. At Halloween time I could go through five or six tootsie pops without ever biting into it.”
“Are you planning on keeping me this agitated for long?”
“Agitated as in mad? Or as in turned on?”
“No not mad. Yes, turned on.”
“I could have you sit on the washing machine while it’s in the spin cycle and lick until your heart is content and your p***y is dripping. Kind of gives a new meaning to wet laundry huh.”
“Oh, holy smokes. Not going to look at that appliance the same now. I think you are not playing fair.”
“Well then even the score. I have been hard all night. Couldn’t even take a piss.”
“Whose fault is that?”
“Can I blame you for mentioning your dream? Now you have something to dream about.”
“No, you can’t blame me. Dream about something hell I can’t sleep I’m so hot and turned on.”
“Are you telling me that you have never been licked?”
“Umm, no.”
“Well, you already told me you have never had a massage.”
“I’ve read about it but that’s the extent of my experience with that.”
“What massage or being licked?”
“Both”
“Damn you have been neglected. Have you ever given head?”
Gulp he had to ask that. The one thing that my late husband forced me to do to him that wasn’t intercourse. I hated giving head and he always told me I was terrible at it. Now this guy was wanting to know and probably thinking that I was going to do a good job at it.
“Yes, but I’m not very good at it.”
“I will be the judge of that.”
“Trying to cool down here and you are not helping.”
“Ok I will stop.”
“You are going to have me burning down this damn town.”
“Got gasoline?”
“You know you have stoked the fire quite enough. Like I said are you planning on keeping me in this state long?”
“I said I would stop. Unless you don’t want me to. I haven’t heard your safe word yet.”
“Sure, you will stop. I surrendered last night and look what happened. But I know you will stop at some point because you need to sleep.”
“What happened last night?”
“Don’t act all innocent go back and reread your texts.”
He sent me a picture of a teddy that he thought I would look sexy in and while I was blushing, I was also confused. Did he just call me sexy? Someone thinks I’m sexy. Plain old me?
“I have never considered myself sexy but ok.”
“You are only as sexy as you want to be. I find you very attractive.”
“What time are you going to sleep and how long do you plan on sleeping? Thank you for that compliment I needed that.”
“I’m just telling you the truth. I will probably go to sleep between nine and ten. Then I will wake up around three maybe a little before.”
“Remind me to never tell you about a dream at night again. You have me hot, bothered and blushing.”
“Hey that’s not right… you are supposed to share your dreams, desires and fantasies.”
“Oh, I’ll share just when it won’t affect my sleep.”
Then he was on the road heading home after a long day at work and a long night of texting me. I was still having a hard time easing down my body from the way he was making me feel with just his words. If this man was half as good as his words, I was certain I would combust.
“Ok I am home now. Try and get some sleep.”
“Ya that’s not gonna happen any time soon. I’m rearranging my bedroom now trying to work off some of this frustration. But I’m glad you made it home.”
“Do you have a TV and DVD player in your bedroom?”
“TV yes but no DVD player. Why?”
“Well, we will have to fix that. So that at some point in time we can watch movies together.”
“Only way that happens is if the kids go away for a night. My sister thinks I’m ‘smitten’ with you. I think I am going to need a few pots of coffee to keep me going today. Did I lose you or are you taking a VERY COLD shower?”
“Showered and got something to eat.”
“Was it a cold shower?”
“No, but I was finally able to take a leak.”
“That’s good you were able to pee but to bad it wasn’t a cold shower. I wish very vivid dreams on you today when you sleep.”
“I just gave you what you wanted.”
“You think so huh? I think you gave a little of what you wanted as well.”
“Why else do women read the romance novels? Could be for me as well and if you have the fantasy then it needs to be fulfilled. Somebody asked me last night why I was smiling all night. I didn’t tell them squat.”
“Oh, really what did you tell them? Does anyone in your sphere know your seeing me?”
“I told them I was reading something funny. No, they don’t because it’s none of their business. They will find out when and if you go with me to the Christmas part.”
“Ok I accept that. But have you even told your mom you’re seeing me?”
“Nope because then she will start asking when we are getting married. She is from a different era and up until she was married heavily religious.”
“It would be the same with my mom. Wanting to know when we would be getting married. So, I guess I won’t be meeting the parents any time soon. Is your mom very forward when she talks to people?”
“You won’t be meeting my mom unless you are ready to answer the question without getting thrown out of the house.”
“What question would that be?”
“When are you getting married.”
“Ah got it see that answer would be simple. I would simply deflect on to you. I had a dream that I met your parents and was asked what our relationship was.”
“Ok and what was your answer?”
“My answer was I’m very fond of your son but if you want any more information you will have to ask him.”
“Oh. And if I replied tomorrow? You would probably faint. I am a smart ass and very sarcastic.”
“Ya well be warned, I can be as well. Throw me under the bus and I will get you back.”
“See you never deny anything you always embellish it and leave the other person no place to go.”
We continued our banter back and forth about marriage and deflecting when a parent asked. It was kind of fun having someone match wits with you without getting all pissed off. I asked about if his mom liked kids. We started talking about how with his mother’s religious background I would be an almost ideal catch. After all I was a widow and not a divorcee. I think he was starting to feel like I was worried that if his mother didn’t like me, I wouldn’t want to have a relationship with him, so I had to reassure him.
“You know no matter what how I see it is the only person in your life that has to approve of me is you.”
“Correct.”
“I’ve already had a mother-in-law that hated me. She tried to ruin our marriage our whole first year together.”
“Not cool. I am not a momma’s boy. I can think for myself.”
“Ya well my late husband was a momma’s boy. The final straw was just a month before our one-year anniversary she told him it was either ‘that b***h or me’ it didn’t surprise me she said that, but I wasn’t certain of his reaction.”
“My mom wouldn’t interfere like that in my relationship because that is what happened to her. But if she did, I would tell her if that’s your choice bye.”
It was getting late in the day, and he needed to go to sleep. He sent me a clip from a song and told me to listen to it. I loved the song he sent me and told him so. He informed me that was now our song. We shared some music together having each other listen to one song or another. We talked about favorite songs and artists. We talked about all the things we had in common and how much we seemed to click with one another.
“I so can’t wait until tomorrow.”
“I am right there with you. My eyes are getting really heavy.”
“Well close them silly. I will chat with you when you wake up. Dream of me.”
“I like chatting with you but ok I will close my eyes. You better believe I will dream of you. I want you to teach me to dance.”
He drifted off to sleep or at least I believe he did as the texting went silent. I decided to bite the bullet in a way and slipped away to the adult toy store to see what they had. I didn’t want to walk into a store like that next to this man. I was already embarrassed enough at how naïve I was I didn’t need him seeing how astonished I would be in the store my very first time. At the store I looked around a little and settled on a small bob. I would tell him I got one and see what his reaction would be. He was very calm and asked what kind I got, and I told him just a small one. I sent him a couple of pictures of me in two different swimsuits and asked him which one he liked best. That would be the one I wore tomorrow for our hot tub adventure. Then he informed me he had dream about me.
“I’ll tell you about my dream tomorrow.”
“Oh, so you had a dream. What was the dream was it good or bad?”
“It was a great dream. I can’t tell you now because I don’t want you to start to explode or implode.”
“Probably wouldn’t take much.”
“ROFLMFAO”
“I just feel the love and caring. You are having to much fun with this. Maybe I will make you work for what you want.”
“You are one hundred percent correct. I will be working something alright.”
“Oh God help me. I need to pray for strength to resist your charms.”
“My face hurts from smiling too much.”
“Ok so it’s a good hurt.”
“What time do you want to me to come by tomorrow to pick you up?”
“Well, our reservation is for three fifteen and google says takes about thirty minutes”
We settled on the time, and I sent him my address. He told me he was going to check on his mom and see if she needed any groceries while he was going to the store. We chatted a bit about what kind of drunks we were. Both of us it seemed were happy drunks and that was good because the other way is just a huge mood killer. We chatted off and on for the rest of the day and then my eyes were growing heavy, and I was getting tired. He wished me sweet dreams and that he would see me tomorrow. I told him smugly that I was going to make sure to fight his temptations very well.
“Remember the harder you fight the faster you will fall.”
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