Ahhh... wishing there was smut to share. Been trying to think of the best way to post this without starting a pity party -- but suffice to say I ended up in a beautiful hotel room on the beach, that I paid for, by myself. Couldn't go home because H thought I was with my girlfriends. In all fairness, it wasn't MM's fault. He was broken down midway between his home and mine (he travels for business). Because we are also coworkers of sorts, I had to arrange for his transportation and ended up picking him up from the airport with H in tow (it's a really long story). Not only that, but he ended up staying at my house (not the first time) in my spare bedroom. So while we tried to 'tryst' during the night, it just wasn't happening. The pressure was just too great with H in the next room, if you get my drift. Alas -- no ripe peaches in site. So while it's all pretty hilarious now, when I got home on Saturday it wasn't one bit funny. In fact I used my black and lacy something for a crying towel (hee hee). But we're still okay (I thought we might not be since I threw a royal tantrum when I found out he wasn't arriving at the hotel), he insisted on paying the for the room -- as well he should (sniff), and we are going to (hopefully) meet for a few hours in the room where I have now lodged him. Maybe I'll bring a peach!
Good luck SaturdaySister, I hope today is better, and you find out what you have been waiting for. Remember to breath!!
Our first time together was a dream, We had held back for weeks, not wanting the first time to be in the back seat (hee hee). MM put so much into making our first time perfect, it was right down to him cooking lunch for me... sigh...
Our first time together was a dream, We had held back for weeks, not wanting the first time to be in the back seat (hee hee). MM put so much into making our first time perfect, it was right down to him cooking lunch for me... sigh...