"How do you want me?"He was lying down on his back, plus his back had been hurting today, so I just got on top. After a few minutes, he said to me,
"Anyway that I can."
"How do you want me?"In my head, I'm thinking,
just fucking take me already.But I just said out loud to him,
"OH, I'm just going to ride you like this, then I want you to turn me over and take me."So, he did. And OMG! After he came, we collapsed in a very sweaty, exhausted mess together. Which is when I said to him, between finding my legs again,
"oh yeah?"
"Just turn me over and fucking take me. Take me hard."
"If you can't already tell, I like to be dominated during sex."I have no idea if I was doing the dominating then, or being dominated. Either way, I think it worked.
"Yeah, so do I."
Oh and I dodged a bullet today. I was invited to a thing again, this time for an Oscars viewing party. I was looking through the invited list. Then I saw it. "Katie Arnold." I think my head almost fucking exploded. NO! It can't be! THE BOYFRIEND'S ex also had the same last name as me!? Oh hell FUCKING no! So I quickly texted a friend who knew the both of us. And THANK FUCKING GOD that's not her last name. Just some other Katie who has the last name as me.
My life has become half work, one quarter THE BOYFRIEND, and one quarter worrying and thinking about her. I need to learn how to stop worrying and love the bomb.
Er, learn how to forget that she was there first. Yeah, I know. Good luck with that, darling. She is totally Dr. Strangelove here.
If you've seen the movie, you know what I'm getting at. I'm in deep shit. I just need to be more like this:
Love the bomb, and ride all the way down til it kills ya! Is that what Kubrick was getting at?




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