For some reason, it doesn’t feel like that though.
But I also don’t want the illusion to end.
Face to face gets messy. Expectations would be crushed.
I ain’t in bad shape for nearly hitting the halfway mark in my thirties, but I don’t have the six pack I had in high school anymore.
Certainly no match for some girl barely out of college.
With a long sigh, I manage to keep myself from going back to her texts so I can finish getting my clothes folded.
But it doesn’t stop me from thinking about her.
How long can we dance like this while still trying not to share personal information?
When the notification dings, I drop my shirt to the floor to scramble for the screen.
Like a damn dog with a bell.
RacingQueen: I have a horrible problem.
TheBigO: Yea? How can I help?
RacingQueen: It’s a big one.
TheBigO: Tell me.
RacingQueen: I want to think about you while I get off. If I send you just a body shot (no faces), will you send me one back?
Oh shit.
Best laid plans
Sophia
Lori would be appalledat my suggestion. She’d say it’s too dangerous.
But she has the life she wants.
Hell, everyone does.
I don’t.
And it’s too fucking short. Everything can change in the blink of an eye and disappear into flames.
Just once, I want to experience whatI want.It’s why I took the leap to share.
I’ve heard horror stories from others who have admitted their fantasies, then were met with judgey asshole comments.
Biggie didn’t do that.
One of the first things he said was to be careful.
That isn’t the sound of someone who’s malicious.
It rings of someone I can trust.
TheBigO: I’m not sure I’m worthy of that kind of expectation. Your dreams will be shattered.
