I like knowing you’re a bedroom away.
Shit, no. I delete that.
Thanks.
I have no idea what to say. If I tell him what I’m really thinking, it’ll only lead to trouble.
lmao… you’re welcome.
So what do you say, help a poor soul out?
I’m going on record as saying this is a horrible idea.
You said that already.
Things can go badly.
Like me, heartbroken in a hospital room and looking down at a piece of him.
It’s just sex. No emotions.
We both know that’s a lie. Or maybe not. I thought there were a lot of emotions in that bedroom last night, but maybe that was just me.
I opt to keep things light.
You sure you won’t fall in love with me?
I’ll try but no promises. ;)
I have no idea what I’m going to teach you.
And that’s the truth. All of his moves are great, spectacular really. He just needs to devote more time to warming things up at the beginning, I think.
Everything.
Again, horrible idea.
Just until the baby comes.
There’s a date when things would have to end. And I have been hornier than ever lately. And the idea of sleeping with Foster again appeals of course. He’s my catnip.
Does this mean I don’t need to buy batteries?
Hell no, I’m expecting you to be my guide with sex toys too. Want to know something…
I don’t know. Do I?
I’ve never used a sex toy on myself or on anyone else. See how bad I need you?
I shake my head, smiling.
Let’s talk rules… No sleeping in the same bed.
Never.
No relationship stuff.
Hello, remember who you’re talking to.
