Steph out of town -- let the games begin!
Steph is out of town for 10 days. I've got the place to myself. I am going on a cleaning spree and she gave me permission to shift her piles into her room. I've been walking over two of them for the past 2 weeks and I've been very controlled--haven't said a thing to her about it, even managed not to get too twitchy about it.
I ran into PT today outside work. He is such a cutie. He's got this soul-patch going on and I swear his eyes get bluer every time I see him. 28 and hung, he's so Italian, so smooth, but with this warm playfulness to him that reminds me of Scott, so he never makes me uncomfortable...
I was talking to Chris about our plans for this weekend, and hung up just before I reached PT. When I was about 10 feet away, he said "Wassup Momma?"
I grinned at him. I answered, "Other than my nipples, not much, PT. How's it hangin?"
He flashed me a grin of his own, that trademark saucy PT smile. He said, "I"ve been askin myself a question about you lately, Kell."
I raised my eyebrows, said, "Ok, ask."
He put a hand in the pocket of that nice italian silk suit, brought the other hand up to tug on his soul-patch. "I've been askin myself: 'Who she got her legs wrapped around these days?'" He knows I've been celibate, but I hadn't told him I'd broken my fast.
And then he said, "My guess is you whoever he is, you were on the phone with him just now."
I blushed and laughed self-consciously, my mind on Chris and the thought of having my legs wrapped around him. I felt a rush of Heat.
PT gave me a look, said, "I've never heard you laugh like that before, Kell. Daaamn sexy girl." Girl. Heh. I'm almost a decade older than him.
I couldn't help it, I laughed again, then shot the shit about partying together soon. He's been trying to get me to sing karaoke again. He said next time he's going to make me sing "Me So Horny". He says it suits me better than "I Touch Myself" (by the Divinyls) that he suckered me into singing on my birthday. *groan* I cannot sing.
Going clubbing tonite, should be fun. Good bump and boner grind music. Serious stuff to dance to like you're fucking standing up. *swoon*
I ran into PT today outside work. He is such a cutie. He's got this soul-patch going on and I swear his eyes get bluer every time I see him. 28 and hung, he's so Italian, so smooth, but with this warm playfulness to him that reminds me of Scott, so he never makes me uncomfortable...
I was talking to Chris about our plans for this weekend, and hung up just before I reached PT. When I was about 10 feet away, he said "Wassup Momma?"
I grinned at him. I answered, "Other than my nipples, not much, PT. How's it hangin?"
He flashed me a grin of his own, that trademark saucy PT smile. He said, "I"ve been askin myself a question about you lately, Kell."
I raised my eyebrows, said, "Ok, ask."
He put a hand in the pocket of that nice italian silk suit, brought the other hand up to tug on his soul-patch. "I've been askin myself: 'Who she got her legs wrapped around these days?'" He knows I've been celibate, but I hadn't told him I'd broken my fast.
And then he said, "My guess is you whoever he is, you were on the phone with him just now."
I blushed and laughed self-consciously, my mind on Chris and the thought of having my legs wrapped around him. I felt a rush of Heat.
PT gave me a look, said, "I've never heard you laugh like that before, Kell. Daaamn sexy girl." Girl. Heh. I'm almost a decade older than him.
I couldn't help it, I laughed again, then shot the shit about partying together soon. He's been trying to get me to sing karaoke again. He said next time he's going to make me sing "Me So Horny". He says it suits me better than "I Touch Myself" (by the Divinyls) that he suckered me into singing on my birthday. *groan* I cannot sing.
Going clubbing tonite, should be fun. Good bump and boner grind music. Serious stuff to dance to like you're fucking standing up. *swoon*
posted by KR | 11/11/2005 08:39:00 PM
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