one of the great parts of being single is how many things all the single women out there have in common. there are two things that i believe most of the singledames (new term and i’m claiming it) would absolutely relate to me on:
a) our vibrators are never far from our reach in bed, if not directly under our pillow, and
b) since sex isn’t always a guarantee, we will bang all night when it does come around, and we love the feeling of being awakened by a rock hard penis poking us and saying he’s ready to go again.
these two singledame similarities led to a funny story that i felt i should share with you, even if just for a cheap laugh.
so i had been out in the city eating and boozing it up and was hoping for a possible booty call. to my dismay the booty call did not come through so i cabbed it back home where i knew there were two definites waiting for me – a haagen dazs ice cream bar and “big red” my faithful dildo.
after all was said and done, big red took his spot in the bed and i passed out.
that night i was having strange dreams and a rather restless sleep that keep me tossing and turning. around 3 AM i went to re-position and HELLO that familiar rock hard poke had found its way just slightly between my butt cheeks. for a moment i was completely turned on and even remembering smiling to myself at the prospect of having middle of the night sex. but that joy turned to sheer terror as i thought “WHO THE HELL IS IN MY BED?!” so i quickly turned around to find out if i had drank more than i thought and wasn’t alone in that cab ride, and TA DA, instant relief, as i discovered the man looking for a quickie in the middle of the night was just good ol’ big red.
what a cheeky bastard he is.
